the next day,
Doyle got up early.
He hummed an unknown Scottish tune and shaved in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
Since the bathroom window was small and the light was dim, he could only shave one side of his beard, so he had to call his beloved wife for help in the middle of the project.
"Ruth, help me."
Louis Hawkins rushed into the house, wiping his hands and complaining: "Can't you wait? I'm about to scramble eggs~"
Despite the words, she took the razor.
The two are already an old married couple. Although they occasionally quarrel, they have a tacit understanding in life.
Louis shaves,
Doyle moved his neck in coordination with his wife.
Doyle asked: "Are you the security guard for the dead people of Li Burian Su Ge?"
Because I was worried about being scratched, I said this with my lips pursed, which no normal person could understand.
Hawkins stopped what he was doing.
"What did you say?"
Doyle repeated: "I asked, did you buy The Scotsman yesterday?"
Hawkins couldn't help laughing;
Although my husband looked down on "No Survival" on the surface and looked down on the young writer Lu Shi from China, secretly he had read the first four chapters of the novel countless times, showing his typical disdain for his integrity.
"Not buying it. Can't get it," she said, grinding the shaving soap with a bristle brush.
The corners of Doyle's lips curled up and he hummed with satisfaction,
Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet,
Even though British newsboys don't go to school much, they are very good people and know what is easy to sell and what is not.
Come to think of it, "The Hound of the Baskervilles" was published yesterday, and the newsboys were worried that "The Scotsman" would be lost in their hands, so the stock was so small that Hawkins couldn't buy it even if he wanted to.
Doyle waved his wife to continue, and said at the same time: "It doesn't matter, just buy more."
Hawkins carefully shaved her husband and asked, "How to buy it?"
Doyle blinked.
"Easy, go to Fleet Street and find the office of The Scotsman. I think Cooper, that fool who has been brainwashed by liberalism, is crying over a pile of unsold newspapers. If he begs Me, I’ll just buy 20 copies, just to show my support.”
He couldn't hide the smugness in his tone.
Hawkins rolled his eyes at his husband.
"You think I didn't go to Fleet Street yesterday?"
With just this sentence, the bathroom became quiet.
"..."
"..."
"..."
It's like you can hear a needle drop.
It took Doyle a while to react.
"You just said...ah! Hiss..."
Because he was too excited, his lips moved so much that a small cut was made on the right side of his chin.
Hawkins scolded sadly: "Why are you so careless!"
As she said that, she helped her husband stop the bleeding with a towel.
Doyle grabbed the towel, pressed the wound and said: "It's okay, the bleeding will stop on its own in a while, don't worry about it. You tell me about the Scotsman first. I was in the "Seaside Magazine" office yesterday. I don't know what happened. Something happened."
Hawkins replied: "What else could be going on? You asked me to buy The Scotsman last night. I asked several newsboys, but they didn't have any."
Doyle's brows twitched.
Vaguely, he had a bad premonition,
"So you went to Fleet Street?"
Hawkins nodded,
"I must try my best to complete the task you assigned me, so I ran from Strand Street to the office of "The Scotsman" in Fleet Street, thinking that I could always buy the day's newspaper there. Who would have thought that, All the goods have been taken away by the newsboy.”
Doyle's fists clenched suddenly, and the towel was severely deformed.
He removed the towel, looked in the mirror, and found that the bleeding was gone. Then he turned to Hawkins.
"Ruth, I'm going out."
Hawkins stopped him and said, "You're not going to eat?"
How could Doyle be in the mood to eat?
He waved his hand, not even wanting to reply, and walked straight out of the house.
London is filled with mist in the early morning,
In the mist, drunkards swayed past, and from time to time one or two drunkards fell down and fell asleep against the wall.
The newsboy dodged the carriage and walked through the street, waving the newspaper in his hand,
"The Times, the Daily Telegraph, the Manchester Guardian..."
Doyle stretched out his hand to stop him,
"Children, get a copy of The Times!"
He handed the other party 5p.
The market price of The Times was only 1 penny, and the extra money was counted as a tip.
The newsboy also knew that the person who tipped him too much must have something to ask, so he didn't leave in a hurry.
Doyle asked: "Any more of The Scotsman? Yesterday's."
The newsboy looked at him like a fool;
suddenly,
"Are you Dr. Doyle?"
The newsboy recognized it.
Doyle showed no surprise;
In the past few days, his photos have been exposed in major newspapers. The newsboy comes into contact with newspapers every day, so it would be weird if he could not recognize him.
The newsboy said: "Dr. Doyle, the sales of "The Scotsman" yesterday were very good. I took 20 copies for the first time, but they were sold out in the blink of an eye. When I went back to get the goods, I found that they had already been swept away by other colleagues. And empty.”
When he said the word "fellow", he looked like a little adult.
Doyle almost fainted.
All day yesterday, Doyle stayed in the "Seaside Magazine" office, always paying attention to sales.
According to statistics, "Seaside Magazine" has sold more than 50,000 copies.
The Scotsman only distributes 20,000 copies in the London area.
Judging from the data alone, the performance of "The Hound of the Baskervilles" is far better than that of "No One Survived".
But the problem is, yesterday was the first release of "The Hound of the Baskervilles", with countless bonuses and almost full stacks of buffs, and "The Scotsman" was at a disadvantage in terms of public opinion, and it was able to sell out in the end.
If The Scotsman distributed 30,000 copies, would it still be out of stock?
What about fifty thousand copies?
What about one hundred thousand copies?
I just can’t think of it.
"Gu..."
Doyle swallowed hard and asked: "Isn't Sherlock Holmes discussed on the street yesterday? How could this happen?"
The newsboy agreed with a smile: "Who says it isn't? What happened yesterday was indeed weird. The newspaper buyer said, 'Holmes' return is such great news,' and bought the Scotsman without hesitation. , I have never seen such a spectacle."
Doyle's face is full of black lines,￣□￣｜｜
For some reason, he had the absurd feeling of being cuckolded in front of his face.
In fact, the reason that can explain this phenomenon is very simple, that is, "No Survival" is more excellent in terms of content.
Everyone talks about it, it’s a social need,
For example:
"Do you watch Sherlock Holmes?"
"Of course! My favorite is "The Case of the Spotted Tape", it's so exciting."
"Alas, I wanted to buy "Seaside Magazine" yesterday, but unfortunately I couldn't. I don't know when it will be reissued."
"Even Seaside Magazine won't publish more."
…
But when it comes time to spend real money, my body is more honest than anyone else.
Vote with your money, nothing less.
Doyle stood there, exhausted,
London's morning fog, carrying the faint stench of the Thames River, entangled him like an invisible soft hand, wrapping him tightly and making him unable to break free.
He waved weakly to the newsboy,
"Thanks."
The newsboy did not leave, but continued to sell: "Dr. Doyle, do you want to see Lu's work? It doesn't matter if you can't buy yesterday's "Scotsman". You can read today's "Daily Telegraph" or "Manchester" The Guardian has Lu’s editorial.”
Another blow!
Doyle almost lost his footing and was in a state of confusion.
It's only been a week, but Lu Shi has already published an editorial?
Moreover, the serialization of the novel has not ended yet.
Is this something that normal humans can do?
