British writer

the next day,

Doyle got up early.

He hummed an unknown Scottish tune, shaving in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

Due to the small bathroom window and dim light, he could only shave one side of the beard, so he had to call his wife for help in the middle of the project.

"Ruth, give me a hand."

Louise Hawkins snatched into the house and complained while wiping his hands: "Can't you wait? I'm about to scramble eggs~"

Despite that, she took the razor.

The two are already old husband and wife. Although they quarrel occasionally, they have a very tacit understanding in life.

louis shaving,

Doyle moved his neck with his wife.

Doyle asked, "Have you been a life insurance policy?"

Because I was worried about being scratched, I pursed my lips and said this sentence, which normal people can't understand.

Hawkins stopped what he was doing,

"What did you say?"

Doyle repeated: "I ask, did you buy The Scotsman yesterday?"

Hawkins couldn't help laughing,

Although my husband looked down on "None Survival" and the young writer Lu Shi from China on the surface, he had read the first four chapters of the novel countless times behind his back, and he was typically honest.

She grinds the shaving soap with a bristle brush and says, "No. Can't buy it."

The corners of Doyle's mouth curled up, and he snorted in satisfaction,

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet,

Don't look at the newsboys in the UK who don't go to school very much, but they are the best people, knowing what sells well and what doesn't sell well,

Come to think of it, when "The Hound of the Baskervilles" was published yesterday, the newsboys were worried that "The Scotsman" would be dropped in their hands, so they bought so little that Hawkins couldn't buy it even if he wanted to.

Doyle waved his hand to signal his wife to continue, and at the same time said: "It's okay, just buy it again."

Hawkins carefully shaves her husband and asks, "How do I buy it?"

Doyle blinked.

"Easy, go to the offices of The Scotsman on Fleet Street~ I think Cooper, a fool brainwashed by liberalism, is crying over a pile of unsalable newspapers. If he begs Me, I'll just buy 20 copies, as a compliment."

He couldn't hide the complacency in his tone.

Hawkins gave her husband a blank look,

"You think I didn't go to Fleet Street yesterday?"

Just this one sentence made the bathroom quiet.

"..."

"..."

"..."

It was as if a needle could be heard.

It took Doyle a while to react.

"You just said... ah! Hiss..."

Because he was too excited, his lips moved a lot, resulting in a small cut on the right chin.

Hawkins said distressedly: "Why are you so careless!"

As she said, 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 by itself in a while, don't worry about it. Tell me about the Scotsman first. I was in the "Seashore Magazine" yesterday. I don't know why Something happened."

Hawkins replied: "What else could it be? Last night you asked me to buy The Scotsman. I asked a few newsboys, but it was out of stock."

Doyle frowned,

Faintly, he had a bad premonition,

"So you went to Fleet Street?"

Hawkins nodded.

"I'm sure I'll do my best to do what you've given me, so I ran from Strand Street to the offices of The Scotsman in Fleet Street, thinking that I could always get the day's paper there. Who would have thought, The goods were all taken by the newsboys."

Doyle's fist was clenched, and the towel was severely deformed.

He removed the towel, looked in the mirror, saw that the bleeding was gone, and turned to Hawkins,

"Ruth, I'm going out for a while."

Hawkins stopped him: "Aren't you going to eat?"

How can Doyle be in the mood to eat?

He waved his hand, not even having the desire to answer, and went straight out of the house.

London in the early morning is filled with mist,

In the mist, the shaky figures of drunks passed by, and from time to time one or two drunks 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 reached out to stop,

"Boy, here's a copy of The Times!"

He gave the other party 5 pence.

The market price of "The Times" is only 1p, and the extra money is counted as a tip.

The newsboy also understood, knowing that the other party must have something to ask for tipping him, so he didn't leave in a hurry.

Doyle asked: "And the Scotsman? Yesterday's."

The newsboy looked at him like a fool,

suddenly,

"Are you Doctor Doyle?"

The newsboy recognized it.

Doyle showed no surprise,

In the past few days, his photos have been exposed in various major newspapers. The newsboys come into contact with the newspapers every day, so it would be considered strange not to recognize him.

The newsboy said: "Doctor Doyle, yesterday's "The Scotsman" sold very well. 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 "walking together", he looked like a little adult.

Doyle almost fainted.

All day yesterday, Doyle stayed in the "Beach Magazine" office, keeping an eye on sales,

According to statistics, "Seaside Magazine" has sold more than 50,000 copies.

The Scotsman only distributed 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 "There Were None".

But the problem is that yesterday was the leading role of "The Hound of the Baskervilles", with countless bonuses, and the buffs were almost full, while "The Scotsman" was the one with the most disadvantaged public opinion, and it was sold out in the end.

Would the Scotsman still be out of stock if 30,000 copies were distributed?

What about 50,000 copies?

What about 100,000 copies?

I can't even think about it.

"Goo..."

Doyle swallowed hard, and asked, "Wasn't Holmes all discussed on the street yesterday? How could this be?"

The newspaper boy agreed with a smile: "Who says it's not? What happened yesterday was really weird. The newspaper buyer said, 'It's great news that Sherlock Holmes is back', 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 an absurd feeling of being cuckolded in person.

In fact, the reason that can explain this phenomenon is very simple, that is, the content of "And There Were None" is even better.

Everyone said that it is a social need,

For example:

"Have you seen Sherlock Holmes?"

"Of course! The Case of the Spotted Tape is my favorite. It's wonderful."

"Well, I wanted to buy "Seaside Magazine" yesterday, but unfortunately I didn't get it. I don't know when it will be reissued."

"That's right, "Seaside Magazine" doesn't publish too much."

...

But when it comes time to pay for real money, my body is more honest than anyone else,

Vote with money, nothing less.

Doyle stood where he was, exhausted,

The London morning fog with the faint stench of the Thames River entangled him like an invisible soft palm, wrapping him tightly, unable to break free.

He waved his hand feebly at the newsboy,

"Thanks."

The newsboy didn't leave, but continued to sell: "Doctor Doyle, do you want to read Lu's work? It doesn't matter if you can't buy it from The Scotsman yesterday, you can read today's "Daily Telegraph" or "Manchester The Guardian, there is Lu’s editorial.”

Another blow!

Doyle almost couldn't stand still, and the whole person was in a state of bewilderment.

It's only been a week, and Lu Shi has already posted an editorial?

Moreover, the serialization of the novel has not stopped.

Is this something normal humans can do?