"Mr. Wang Hao, just stop him from speaking," someone from below was displeased, "Obviously, your comics are way cooler! Sold out physical copies! My God, how did you do it?!" "Is this 'Detective Conan' really a masterpiece?! I'll check it out when I get back!"
At that moment, it was awkward whether to stand there or to leave.
But there was no helping it; if you dare to provoke Wang Hao, you've got to be prepared to be embarrassed!
"Since everyone is saying that, let me just say a few words," Wang Hao held the microphone and chuckled, "Is the physical sales really not doing well? I don't think that's necessarily true. It's just that there are too few good works out there now. Readers need good works, good books; as long as it's really a good book, readers are actually very willing to pay for it. The rise of smartphones has been rapid, but a smartphone is still a smartphone after all. Isn't it a good thing to buy and collect a good work?"