The last night of June.
When seven hundred thousand copies of Zhu Xian were moved into Tranquility Bookstore's warehouses and onto the shelves, the company was in turmoil!
"Pei Du, have you gone mad?"
"You ordered seven hundred thousand copies of Zhu Xian?"
"Do you know how many copies the other bookstores in Qin Continent ordered?"
"At most, less than one hundred thousand!"
"Others avoid it like the plague, yet you treat it like a treasure?"
"You didn't take a cut from Silver Blue Books, did you?"
Pei Du took a series of phone calls from several executives, facing criticism, doubts, and worries. His response to each call was the same: "If there's a problem, I'll take responsibility."
Was he regretting it?
A bit, yes.
The executives' reaction was fiercer than Pei Du had imagined. Even his subordinates looked worried, thinking that Pei Du had been swindled by Silver Blue Books.
"The General Manager is in trouble now."
