The Great Writers of Hogwarts

Chapter 91 Regret ([-] in [-])

Mark looked at the current time and felt like crying.

Four or five hours had passed since the agreed time, so it was too late for me to rush back to the Daily Prophet.

Those high-level officials must have announced the news that the price of the "Daily Prophet" has been raised to twenty copper knuts.

Readers are probably going crazy!

The point is that it would be great if they had "The Quibbler" as a shield, as they originally planned.

But now this issue of "The Quibbler" is definitely going to explode, and Mark just feels that the character card and "The Elder Scrolls" definitely have secrets from the experience just now.

The Quibbler's moves never stop there.

Then it would appear that the Daily Prophet is stupid and bound to be backlashed by readers.

So here comes the question, who will carry this pot in the end?

Thinking of this, Mark's complexion became gloomy for a while.

When a person reaches [-], he is about to be dismissed by the work unit. How can this be done?

For a moment, Markton felt powerless, and only by leaning against the wall would he not let himself collapse on the ground.

The Quibbler in his hand also fell to the ground.

At this time, Mark saw the notice posted on the last page of "The Quibbler".

""The Quibbler" is sincerely looking for experienced editors or reviewers. The number of places is limited, and the treatment will be favorable. Those who are interested should come quickly!"

At this moment, Mark's eyes widened.

If I go back to the "Daily Prophet", when those high-level officials react, I am afraid that I will be carried away with my seat.

Instead of looking for a job in despair, it's better to just look for it!
And looking at this posture, it is estimated that the "Daily Prophet" can't do anything about "The Quibbler" at all, and the profit margin of "The Quibbler" is so large, the longer it drags on, the more it will follow the "Daily Prophet" Widen the gap.

It won't be long before The Quibbler becomes a staple of wizarding entertainment.

Why don't you take advantage of the present and quickly abandon the dark and turn to the bright, and go to the status of a veteran?Wouldn't that be much better than being a hard worker in the "Daily Prophet"?

At this moment, Mark's waist is no longer sore, his legs are strong, and he is not afraid of being fired.

Once you think about quitting, the world will widen in an instant!

……

Of course, the executives of the "Daily Prophet" didn't know that editor Mark had decided to jump back at this time.

Their energies are now being distracted by complaint letters and unsubscribe emails that fly in like pieces of paper.

When they announced the price increase, and they will impose additional fees starting from the current issue, such angry emails flooded the Daily Prophet, and the entire "Daily Prophet" headquarters couldn't function normally Already working.

All the employees could only put down the business at hand and rush to deal with all kinds of mails, lest they fill up the mailroom.

"It's really strange, how come there are so many complaint emails?

This is different from what we thought! "

A high-level muttered in confusion.

"Didn't we expect The Quibbler to attract the vast majority of the ire?

After all, they've raised the price to a silver Sickle, and we've only raised it to twenty copper knuts.

But why are there so many complaint emails? "

The editor-in-chief, Barnabas, still looked calm and calm.

"This only shows that readers are more sensitive to price increases than we expected.

Hmph, the more this is the case, the more we cannot let go of this opportunity. "

"Now that "The Quibbler" has attracted most of the notoriety, the pressure we have suffered is already small.

If we don't seize this opportunity to increase the price, will we still be able to increase it when we want to increase the price next time?

Tell the staff below that if you can't stand it, you have to stand it!

After the most difficult few days, everyone's salary and bonus will increase in the future! "

Then, editor-in-chief Barnabas looked at Ole, the head of the acquisition department, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Didn't you pay a lot of money to recruit the agent of "The Quibbler"?"

"Now that readers have so many opinions, don't they have a lot of connections? Hurry up and let them play a role!
Go ahead, let them convince readers to accept the new pricing of the Daily Prophet, sell more, and share the pressure with us.

They must not forget that the "Daily Prophet" is a regular newspaper, not a small workshop like "The Quibbler".

When they came here, they signed a performance contract. If they don't work hard and can't even sell the minimum quota, then they have to cover these quotas themselves, or I will send them to the Wizengamot court! "

Listening to Barnabas' dissatisfied words, Ole also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After walking out of the conference room, Ole's face became fierce. He found the agents he had dug out and repeated the editor-in-chief's words.

"Since the contract is signed and the Daily Prophet has paid you liquidated damages, then you have to work hard to complete the performance."

"If you can't finish it, you have to take care of the rest of the indicators yourself!"

The agents looked at each other.

Ole, who was so kind and enthusiastic to them before, has become so vicious now, which really made them feel a huge gap.

And Ole's threatening words also caused bursts of dissatisfaction in their hearts.

When he was in "The Quibbler" before, Andre had never been like this. He was very polite to them, and it was on the basis of equal cooperation between the two parties.

At that time, there was no overbearing rule that you had to take care of your own shares that could not be sold.

For one thing, "The Quibbler" has been in short supply since they acted as an agent, and it's selling very well.

Second, even if an agent encounters difficulties in the sales process, Andre will first provide solutions, and even conduct unified training on many speaking skills, and after each sale, everyone will review together to summarize the experience of agent sales and skill, so that even the most inept agent could easily sell a lot of The Quibbler.

But when it came to the Daily Prophet, everything seemed to have changed.

This is completely different from the glamor they imagined.

After Oulai threatened to leave, an agent also complained.

"What you said before you dug us here is really good, this is good, that's good, but once the contract is signed, it changes."

"It doesn't feel as good as it did in The Quibbler."

"I regret it a little..."

Several agents also chimed in.

Before the words were finished, Frey Weasley interrupted their complaints with a livid face.

"If you regret it now, you can pay the liquidated damages and go back. Let's see how long this "Quieker" can last?"

"I have taken you to find another way out, and you are still complaining about this and that, do you still want to go back to the poor days before?"

"If you have the time to complain, you might as well start promoting the Daily Prophet sooner!"

After Frey finished speaking, the remaining agents didn't bother to speak.

There was an atmosphere of dissatisfaction among the crowd, and they all took the "Daily Prophet" on their own, and went to the area where they used to represent "The Quibbler" to promote it.

They still had a little network there, and in the process of representing "The Quibbler" in the past few times, they also established contact with many clients.

And according to their understanding, the price of "The Quibbler" has now increased to one silver Sickle, so it must be very difficult to sell.

In this way, the Daily Prophet of Twenty Copper Nutter may not be so difficult to sell under the promotion of their contacts, and it should be no problem to complete the target.

Even if it's a little bit harder, it's better than staying in "The Quibbler" and dying.

They thought so, but when they brought stacks of "Daily Prophet" to the area where they had been promoted, they realized that the situation seemed to be different from what they thought.

……

dong dong.

The bearded agent who once expressed his dissatisfaction with the share ratio in front of Mr. Weasley came to the door of an old customer he had the best relationship with and knocked on the door.

Soon, the old gentleman who lived here cheerfully opened the door with an eager look on his face.

"Oh, Merlin, you're finally here. I almost thought you weren't coming!"

"What about "The Quibbler"? Have you brought this issue of "The Quibbler"?"

"When I was passing by a place before, I saw someone reading "The Quibbler" on a bench by the side of the road, so I leaned over to take a look, and two hours passed.

My God, I've been waiting for you to come over since then, but I finally got you here! "

After the mustache agent heard the old gentleman's words, his mind was buzzing, and his mind went blank for a moment.

What's happening here?
Wasn't "The Quibbler" sanctioned by the "Daily Prophet"?
Aren't no one going to contribute material to The Quibbler anymore?
Didn't they go crazy and adjust the price to one silver Sickle?
Aren't they being scolded by the entire wizarding world?

Why do I see things differently now!

The old gentleman looked at the agent with a mustache who didn't move, a trace of doubt first appeared on his face, and then he suddenly realized.

He cheerfully reached out his hand and took out two silver Sickles from his wallet.

"I heard the price of The Quibbler went up, so you don't have to explain it to me.

A silver bag, right?

I want two, so my wife can be quiet too. "

As he spoke, the old gentleman showed a humorous smile.

It's just that the mustache agent can't laugh anymore.

He looked at the two gleaming silver Sickles delivered to him, the silver light on them almost dazzled his eyes.

As if mocking him.

The mustache agent looked stiff and authentic.

"Well, sir, I'm no longer an agent for the Quibbler, I'm working for the Daily Prophet now."

"Do you need the new "Daily Prophet"? It will help you keep up with the latest news in the wizarding world. It only costs twenty copper Knuts, and the price is much lower than that of "The Quibbler"..."

However, before he finished speaking, the old gentleman showed an incredulous expression.

"Hell, you were an agent for The Quibbler, and you jumped to the Daily Prophet before this issue?

Are you suffering from mental illness?Go to St. Mungo's Hospital and check it out! "

"I've never seen such a fool in all my life, come and sell me the Daily Prophet for twenty knuts, without selling The Quibbler."

"What the hell, Daily Prophet, twenty copper Knuts?
They deserve it too?

That's not how I spend my money! "

As he spoke, the old gentleman hurriedly took back the silver Sickle he had just taken out, and then closed the door with a bang.

The bearded agent who got rejected had a look of disbelief on his face.

But he still managed to comfort himself.

"This old thing is old and confused. He wants to buy "The Quibbler" for a silver Sickle. Isn't that crazy?"

"Somebody's going to buy the Daily Prophet, sure..."

However, the experience of the mustache agent at the old gentleman's place was like a copy, exactly the same happened at the door of other clients he visited.

At the beginning, when the mustache agent came, those people were all happy and eager to pay for their own copy of "The Quibbler".

And almost without exception, there are several people in the family, and they want several copies of "The Quibbler", and they don't blink when they pay for it!
However, when the mustache agent made it clear that he was here to sell the "Daily Prophet" and that he would pay twenty copper Knuts for each, those people looked at him like a madman.

The mustache agent was rejected more than a dozen times in a row, and he was completely confused.

"There must be something wrong, there must be something wrong..."

He put away the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, grabbed the money and looked for "The Quibbler" everywhere, and finally paid a high price of one galleon for a copy.

He couldn't wait to open this issue of "The Quibbler", eager to find out what happened, why things were completely different from what he thought?

Until an hour later, when the mustache agent suddenly woke up, he looked at "The Quibbler" in his hand, and his expression became panicked.

Given a choice now, he would really like to go back in time and prevent himself from making the stupid decision to betray the Quibbler and join the Daily Prophet!

Such a "quibbler", no wonder it can be sold at the price of one silver Sickle!
And what about the Daily Prophet's move to raise prices?
Pure clown!Suicide!

How can this be sold!

Thinking about what would happen if he didn't meet the target, the mustache agent shuddered.

Then he would have to digest all of these twenty copper Knuts copies of the "Daily Prophet" by himself, which was enough for him to lose all the Galleons he had saved from his previous work in "The Quibbler" and go bankrupt overnight!
Thinking of the horrible scene, the mustache agent couldn't stand still, and collapsed on the ground.

I have just experienced a good life for a while, who wants to go back to the poor and poor days before!

"There is still a way, there is still a way!"

The mustache agent muttered to himself.

"Arthur, I'm his relative, he won't leave me alone!"

"And Mr. Lovegood, we used to have a great time working together. He is still a child. He will definitely forgive me!"

(End of this chapter)