Eight-step cicada

Clara Price quickly took out her phone and called Emory Williams.
"What? You still want to eat barbecue? I'm starving, and you're still eating spicy food. Emory Williams, get me some grilled chicken wings and chicken legs right away. Grill them crispy. Also, we have to sell the cosmetics. If you don't sell them, we won't be able to leave tonight."
"You can start now, but you need to sell 1,000 copies per hour."
"1,000 copies per hour? Are you kidding? I'm afraid 10,000 copies per hour...