The last night of June.
When all seventy thousand copies of *Zhu Xian* were gradually moved into the major warehouses and store shelves of Tranquility Bookstore, the place was in uproar!
"Pei Du, have you lost your mind?"
"Ordered seventy thousand copies of *Zhu Xian*?"
"Do you even know how many copies other bookstores in Qin Continent ordered?"
"Most of them ordered less than ten thousand copies!"
"Everyone else avoids it like the plague, yet you're treating it like treasure?"
"Did you secretly get a cut from Silver Blue Books?"
Pei Du answered call after call from senior executives, enduring reprimands, doubts, and concerns. To every phone call, his response was the same, "If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."
Was he regretting it?
*He was, at least a little bit.*
The top executives' reactions were far more heated than Pei Du had anticipated. Even his subordinates were visibly worried, convinced Pei Du had been duped by Silver Blue Books.
