Running a newspaper? Don't work for others, become your own boss, write what you want?

It's beautiful just to think about!

But......

Tong Jizhou sighed, and his tone was gloomy:

"It's not that easy, it costs money to run a newspaper. ”

Song Ci blinked, feeling that his brain was too rigid.

"You can pull sponsors!

Isn't this routine?

As long as the newspaper content gimmick is enough and there is a certain amount of sales, there is always a lot to be earned.

"Don't talk nonsense, you kid know what. ”

This time, Mrs. Song also spoke, and looked at her disapprovingly.

Song Ci consciously pulled a large mouthful of rice and blocked his mouth tightly.

Actually, she had a bold idea, but now was clearly not the time to speak.

Then eat, eat.

Tong Little Cabbage and Jizhou ate a meal without knowing anything, as if he had lost a battle, and almost sent the rice into his nostrils several times.

Mrs. Song couldn't bear it, and she wanted to ask her son to change his mind, so let's call it once.

Although Song Hui made a big fuss, the consequences are quite serious, but Song Ci is not Song Hui, and there are no bad things to arrange in her, should, okay?

She's also quite happy to boast about her own children.

But with Song Chunan's calm eyes, Mrs. Song couldn't say anything when she came to her mouth.

That's it, the safety of her own children is important, and others have their own parents to worry about, so it's not her turn to be pitiful.

The autumn harvest season is busy and tired, and there is no time to rest, and it is almost time to go to work after eating.

Song Ci obediently sent his family away, so he ran to pull Tong Jizhou and whispered:

"Don't be discouraged, how about I give you an idea? Let's work together to start a business and make sure you have money." ”

Tong Jizhou was squatting in front of the chicken coop and doubting his life, looked up at her sadly, and asked weakly: Ninety-six flavors

"What are you doing? You give me money to run a newspaper?"

The young man didn't run in vain this day, at least his accent was dyed with the local flavor.

Song Ci also squatted down, admiringly inspecting his increasingly fat chickens.

There has been swine fever, and the price of pork must rise and demand exceeds supply. In the next few months, chickens and ducks should be regular guests at the dinner table.

The roosters, hens, and chicks in the chicken coop all began to gather frantically, burying their heads like ostriches, for fear of being seen and precarious.

It's naughty.

Song Ci smiled lovingly and chatted with Tong Jizhou casually:

"I don't have any money, but I can take a stake in technology.

To put it simply, I want to co-write with you, a long story of millions of words and tens of millions of words, I have a brainstorm, you are responsible for writing, and the manuscript fee is divided into fifty and fifty, do you want to do it?"

Tong Jizhou glanced at her, and continued to look down and count the ants on the ground:

"You have a brainstorm? Even if you pour out all the water in your head, you won't be able to make up so many words, right? Do you know how many ten million words are, no, net bragging. ”

That's an aquarium that you haven't seen aquatic water growing, it's called a water tribe.

Song Ci didn't care, so he simply rummaged through the few remaining parts in his head, grabbed a classic passage of male frequency, waved his little hand, and read it with emotion:

"I want this day, and I can't cover my eyes anymore! I want this land, and I can't bury my heart anymore! I want all living beings to understand my intentions! I want all the Buddhas to disappear!" 【1】

The milky little milk voice in the original milk was not deliberately suppressed, and because of the proper handling of the priorities of the tone and frustration, it actually read some arrogant and inferior.

Of course, what is even more burning is this passionate line.

Tong Jizhou, who had obviously not yet transformed into an old oilman, had his eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he sat on the ground.

"That's what you want?"

Song Ci shook his head honestly.

The point is not the content of this paragraph, you have to learn this new style of writing, which is more easy to understand, more eye-catching, and summarizes the essence of it in one word, which is a cool word.

You can understand that what I want you to write is this type of cool article.

Touching my conscience, as a reader, do you want to read this kind of cool article?"

"Think!" Tong Jizhou covered his heart and nodded desperately!