Xia Kelin Magazine.

In this shabby and very common open office in later generations, a meeting is being held, and every employee's face is filled with irrepressible excitement.

At this moment, the two desks in the center are full of yellow or white letters, which have been counted by someone, a total of eight hundred and thirty-four!

Yes, that's it.

And that's just two days' worth of things.

The post office had just called them and asked them what was going on, and there were still a large number of letters coming in from post boxes all over the city, and the mailing addresses were surprisingly consistent.

Let's put it this way, yesterday at a popular delivery point, when the post office staff went to pick up the letters, the gate opened and the whole person was stunned, for some reason the letters would suddenly surge, thinking that this is the end of the calf, and the two legs have to be broken.

But after a careful stroke, I almost didn't smile and crooked my mouth...... In the end, the delivery task of at least two days can be completed in half a day, but the bonus is not less, which is not too cool.

"Comrades, let's Xia Kelin, live!"

When Zhou Bingwen shouted the last two words, his eyes were moist.

Going back ten years, what a glorious situation their magazine is, the city's leading enterprises, not boasting, authoritative Hedong newspaper, all have to look at their faces.

In the name of the association, it is said that people are sent over to exchange condolences, but in fact, it is to inquire about information, find out the direction of their final draft, and learn from them.

However, a humanitarian torrent tossed their magazine to only one name, all kinds of resources were lost, and the ministry had no intention of supporting it, so how easy was it to make a comeback?

Fortunately, the sky has eyes, and under their hard work, they finally look forward to a genius!

And genius acts that cannot always be measured by normal standards.

Zhou Bingwen thought that this book would be popular, but he didn't expect it to be so popular, just a beginning of 20,000 words, which caused all the book friends in the city to seem crazy!

In the past three years, since the reorganization of the magazine, they have published 5,000 copies every six months...... Let's put it this way, it never sold out.

Often, by the time the next issue is released, there is at least half of the stock on the market, or even more, resulting in many huge losses that they cannot afford but have to bear.

Because if the issuance is reduced again, according to the standards of the ministry, they can probably be disbanded.

What do you have the rest of the money for?

The magazine has not paid bonuses for three years, and a total of 85 employees have gritted their teeth and persevered, generating electricity with love.

And now?

Five thousand publications, in just two days, the whole city has been sold out, not a single one is left!

Can you believe this?

And it's not enough, it's not enough!

The content of these letters is more or less the same, the first half is highly praised, and the second half is a reminder, a draft, and even a lot of scolding.

Do they want to mix up and print these books for whom?

Zhou Bingwen read more than a dozen letters in full, and even those words of greeting his ancestors for the eighteenth generation did not miss a word, and there was only one feeling in his heart - scolding well!

How happy and happy the mood is at this moment, the whole person seems to be more than ten years younger.

"But comrades, the opportunity has come, and whether we can grasp it or not depends on ourselves. Now many citizens are scolding their mothers, saying that they can't buy books, and an anonymous book friend even said that he got into a fight with someone to grab a book......

"Then what do you say?"

"Supplement!"

"yes, another 5,000 copies of it!"

"Cut, what's the use of 5,000 copies, I think at least another 10,000 copies will be put in order to meet the market demand!"

The supplement also means that more time and energy need to be invested, and even overtime, but as soon as Zhou Bingwen said this, the morale of the scene was high, and there was no voice of opposition.

In fact, they are also holding their breath, and on the surface they have a decent job - cultural workers, but in fact, they are embarrassed to tell their work units at all.

How?

The office space of their magazine is borrowed.

"Okay, then print another 10,000 copies!"

Zhou Bingwen waved his big hand, clenched his fists tightly, and in a pair of dim eyes, the stars were shining brightly at this moment.

He estimated that if 10,000 copies were printed, the market should be able to digest it.

Editor-in-Chief. ”

At this time, Liu Chunhua, deputy editor-in-chief, said: "I have read almost one-tenth of these letters according to your meaning, there are many people urging books, but there are still some of them mainly urging drafts, and whether they are urging books or drafts, almost all of them reflect that there are too many miscellaneous categories in us, and they only want to see "Zhu Xian", so you ...... read."

How could Zhou Bingwen not know this?

But he has his own considerations, they have a semi-monthly magazine, with a total content of about 100,000 words, and the book "Zhu Xian" has accounted for one-fifth, which is sincere enough!

If it is added, it is 1.5 million words of Zhu Xian, how many times can it be serialized?

Besides, they only have 100,000 words of manuscript in hand, and if they don't plan carefully, they can squander it in two clicks.

You must know that these 100,000 words are free, and of course he must pursue the maximization of benefits.

If it weren't for the author's insistence that each issue must be serialized with 20,000 words, he would only be 3,000, do you believe it?

"Lao Liu, I know this, ignore it for now. ”

"But ......" Liu Chunhua scratched his head and said, "I'm afraid of causing public anger!"

He was the one who had read one or two hundred letters, the most in the whole society, and the most aware of the current situation, and a large number of hungry book lovers were waiting to be fed.

Some even explicitly said that if they didn't add to the manuscript, they would sue them.

Yes, it's that ruthless.

Anonymous lettering was quite popular these days, and the government encouraged whistleblowing.

He didn't want the magazine to stand on the opposite side of the masses and be charged with profit-seeking and non-confession.

After all, they have the manuscript in their hands now, or they won't talk about it.

"It's not that serious. Zhou Bingwen frowned slightly and gritted his teeth.

This month, you have to make a lot of money by saying anything, and arrange bonuses for the employees, who have been working hard with them for three years, and should be paid some benefits.

"That'...... All right. Liu Chunhua nodded.

He didn't want to make more profits in the society, but he was just a little worried.

Three days later, 10,000 copies of the ink-scented "Xia Kelin" were reprinted and put on the market.

This made many citizens who were Amway by their friends but couldn't find the books finally got their wish.

As a result, as more and more people came into contact, one spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and "Zhu Xian" quickly became popular throughout Hedong City.

Even ordinary people who don't usually read books know that a book of gods has recently been published in the city.

After all, entertainment is so scarce these days, and although they can't read books, they are willing to listen to gossip.

Of course, Guo Yongkun, who is in Jiangzhou, has no idea about these things.

After a week of patient experimentation, his exclusive secret recipe was finally born.

Chocolate and milk are mixed in a ratio of 4.75:1.39 and 50 mg of white sugar is added to create a milk chocolate chunk, which is not only crunchy, but also tastes great.

Based on the preferences of the Chinese people, he tried his best to remove the bitterness to the greatest extent while maintaining the characteristics of chocolate with a rich and mellow aroma...... The people of these years have suffered enough than the generations to come.

Then supplemented with milk, to make it more silky and smooth, not to blow or to speak, a piece of the mouth, are willing not to chew.

He feels a great sense of accomplishment, this formula is placed in the current era, and it can be sold for money!

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Uh-huh-mm-mm......"

The five people next to him licked the corners of their lips, their brains were like chickens pecking rice, and they were completely fallen, looking at the other nine molds on the table that had just been cooled, and they flowed wildly.

Guo Yongkun just gave them a piece of food.

"Brother Kun, can I buy a piece?"

The prince swallowed his saliva and was eager to try, he made some money last year, and his family didn't need him to make up for it, and he still had leftovers.

I can't stand the temptation of this delicious food, and I have never eaten such a delicious thing in my life.

It's not surprising, just think about it, in the early 80s, China was in ruins, and food and food were still in the stage of ensuring supply and demand and stabilizing people's livelihood.

It's like Guo Yongnian's Hedong Food No. 3 Factory, which produces bread, biscuits, butter cakes and the like.

"Do you still want to eat?" Guo Yongkun said angrily.

"Uh-huh!"

The prince nodded vigorously, he is about to be eighteen, he is still a child, a little greedy, it's not too much, right?

"You have money?"

"Yes!"

"That's okay, a piece of five strips, bring it. ”

Guo Yongkun stretched out his hand, but Wang Ziqiang didn't react for a long time, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Is it so expensive?"

He thought it would be worth four or five cents to die, and the chocolate bread from the third food factory was ...... The big one is only five cents.

It's just that he can't get a ticket, otherwise he would have bought it earlier.

"Expensive?"

Guo Yongkun rolled his eyes, he wanted to buy two yuan, but thinking about the per capita income and consumption level of this era, he was reluctant to chop five cents.

He didn't take the price for granted, and the chocolate bar he now made weighed 52 grams without packaging, which was slightly heavier than the Hershey's chocolate in the Friendship Store.

The other party's selling price is one piece two, which is not the point, the point is the need for foreign exchange coupons.

And foreign exchange coupons, such a rare thing, if you really want to exchange it in RMB, it will be at least twice the price.

So...... Where is his chocolate expensive?

Just give money, and don't need tickets, let alone foreign exchange coupons, it's already very cheap, okay!

Besides, can Hershey's chocolate be as delicious as his?

Guo Yongkun doesn't know if the other party has poured out milk chocolate overseas in the past few years, but the varieties imported to China, to be honest, are very simple, they are pure chocolate pieces, and they are suitable for foreigners' taste, with obvious bitterness.

He didn't take into account China's national conditions at all, and his chocolate was tailor-made for the Chinese.

Which is better or worse, the superior is judged.

It's just that the other party relies on foreign brands and has its own halo, but this point is easy to solve......

Did he ever say that his chocolate was domestic?

"That'...... I can't afford it. Wang Ziqiang looked stupid, mainly reluctant.

Just kidding, you can buy two catties of meat for a piece of five, and the chocolate on the table is not enough for a big mouthful.

Fortunately, Guo Yongkun didn't want a patron like him.

Are there those second-generation young ladies of the official, are there those speculative rich people, are there those couples who are full of food and have nothing to do on Lushan, and who come over to pout under the influence of "Lushan Love"?

It is not the common people who are pitted, but the desire to rob the rich and help the poor.

Yes, he was poor.