After Wang Jian turned around and left with confidence.

The bookstore owner asked for an additional delivery of "Arcane God" and arrived as scheduled.

Same as before.

Some people bought it directly, and some people picked up "The Arcane God" and started watching it.

Finally, it's Jack Dorsey's turn.

He picked up the last one left in the batch and couldn't help but thank the young Asian man who had just left in front of him.

Wake up in time and don’t buy such imaginary products.

This young man is not too stupid.

Dorsey thought about it, and found a corner and squatted down.

When he glanced at the cover, he couldn't help but sneer.

hehe,

No matter how beautiful the cover is, it cannot cover up the paleness of the novel's content.

When he opened the book, the wonderful feel of the coated paper made him sigh in his heart.

It's a waste to print these words with such good paper.

He took out the notebook he carried with him and prepared to record the unreasonable parts inside while taking a look.

Then, post it online.

This will allow more people to understand how trash this book is.

In this way, he started reading with a picky attitude.

Is the male protagonist traveling through time again?

This way to increase the sense of substitution, making people quickly fantasize that they are the protagonist?

Haha, superficial!

He first wrote in his notes.

The beginning describes the burning of the witch?

Set the story development background in medieval Europe?

Sure enough, the writing skills are insufficient and the complete world view cannot be set.

Is the protagonist an orphan?

Does this author want to open an orphanage?

Then,

Is there a library in my mind?

This...is interesting.

Of course it's just a little interesting.

While focusing on the pages, Dorsey thought that it was still not serious fantasy literature.

Enter the upper class through music and then get exposed to extraordinary power?

Well, it's logical, but there's no highlight.

That is, the scenes of listening to music are well described.

I've wanted to listen to classical music.

"Huh," Dorsey suddenly lit up, "Can you understand the world through knowledge and then gain strength?"

He thought that during his middle school years, he was bullied by the school's rugby and basketball team because he only likes to study and is not good at socializing.

Suddenly, I wanted to continue watching.

Use resonance to turn magic, and use waves generated by resonance to detect opponents?

He was a little excited to see it.

But, the milk I drink in the morning seems to be a little problem.

Dorsey stood up and looked at the long queue outside the bookstore.

I looked at the cover of Wang Jian, which read "The Arcane God" in my hand.

A little hesitant.

But my stomach didn't give him time to think about it, and the rolling sound became louder and louder.

"Forget it, forget it." Doxi took out his wallet, took out two $20 bills, and went to check out, "I will definitely not buy the next volume!"

Such a scene also occurs in bookstores next to universities across the United States.

Most of the people who were originally critical of the situation bought a copy and went back.

But in contrast, the bookstore in the most popular slums sold in "I Am the Great Master".

Most people just turn around and leave after checking the pricing.

The people who insisted on reading in the bookstore also flipped for a while.

Put down the book, turn around and leave.

While walking, he said, "What classical music and scientific knowledge can't be watched at all."

At this time, Wang Jian was participating in his last community labor.

Those who participated in labor with him already knew that he was the author of "I am the Great Master".

Moreover, I also know that Wang Jian is the last day of community labor today.

They came forward one by one to hug Wang Jian, saying true or false blessings.

Finally, a thief even took out his camera and asked everyone to take a photo with Wang Jian.

"This way I can brag about it with others in the future. I know a great writer." The other party said so.

In this way, less than 20 prisoners were arranged in two rows in size.

Wang Jian and sign-in officer Lili stood in the middle of the queue.

When the shooting was over, someone suddenly said to the thief: "Why do I look at this camera? Are you a little familiar?"

The thief didn't speak, but just moved his footsteps secretly.

Suddenly, the man shouted, "Isn't this the camera I threw away after I invited everyone to my house a few days ago? Come back."

Then, he chased the thief and ran all the way.

And in the team, there were "haha" laughter.

At this moment, Lily pulled the blonde hair in her ear and asked Wang Jian: "Do you know what happened tonight?"

"What's the matter?" Wang Jian was still a little embarrassed when facing her, but driven by curiosity, he couldn't help asking.

"Oh, nothing." Lily seemed to find something she missed, so she shook her head and replied.

Wang Jian was about to ask, but suddenly saw Tom appearing in front of him in the general car.

He glanced at Lily, then turned his head to look at the car.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the car.

At this time, Tom looked at Wang Jian who was sitting in the co-pilot with a smile on his face, and said, "The real-time data is very good."

"Still a day to make the bestseller rankings and ranks second in the new books of the month above $30."

"The first one is the "Roosevelt Biography" composed of family interviews and various real historical materials."

"How many books do you need?" Wang Jian asked with his seat belt on his seat belt.

"More than 30,000 books," Tom replied with a smile, "the specific data will come out tomorrow."

"By the way, I forgot to congratulate you, happy 18th birthday." Tom drove the car and said, "I'll treat you to the restaurant today."

Wang Jian thought for a while and asked, "Which restaurant?"

"The Chinese restaurant you've been talking about," Tom replied.

Wang Jian nodded and agreed.

In this way, Tom drove to Randon Press and got the sales area distribution of "Arcane God" so far.

Afterwards, the two drove to a pretty good Chinese restaurant near Wang Jian’s house.

When Wang Jian talked to Tom about his views on sales data while walking into the Chinese restaurant, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

At this moment, he already felt that he could eat a cow.

Just as Wang Jian thought of delicious food, he quickly walked into the restaurant.

The loud "surprise" came into my ears.
To be continued...