Chapter 9 Rejection
Iron-blooded Tianjiao was listed for half a month.
The plot has unfolded.
Liang Wenjing, Xiao Yuling, Heishui surging all over the world, Xiao Qianjue, Mr. Feng Xiang, Ram Feather, these have become the subject of discussion in schools and streets, and many people run to buy the latest newspapers as soon as possible in the morning.
General Manager's Office of Huixing Daily:
The beautiful female secretary pushed the door in with a stack of newspapers, and said to the three people inside: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Fang, Xu Sheng, this is today's newspaper." ”
For half a month, Xu Zhi still mainly stayed at home, and he was ready to finish writing Kunlun in the shortest possible time. The newspaper also contacted him, mainly by phone, until yesterday, Lin Wenzhou asked him to come to the newspaper office today.
Lin Wenzhou flipped through a stack of newspapers, pulled out one of the bright newspapers and read it.
Every day, all kinds of newspapers are the objects of his attention.
Fang Qiang smoked a cigarette hard, spit out a circle, and said to Xu Zhi: "Xu Sheng, now that our newspaper sales have basically been set, there are only more than 30,000 sales, I don't know if Xu Sheng has any good ideas?"
As the head of the newspaper, stimulated by the continuous growth of newspaper sales in the first few days, the income of advertisers rose, which made him ambitious, and he was also higher than Ming Pao, and then the data completely stabilized after a week, rising a little today and falling a little tomorrow, which made him anxious, thinking that Xu Zhi had many ideas, so he made an appointment.
Xu Zhi glanced at Lin Wenzhou and said with a smile: "Editor-in-Chief Lin should understand better than me." ”
Lin Wenzhou looked at the newspaper, but also heard the conversation, closed the newspaper and said: "Yes, the newspaper itself is actually information, after all, novels are just a means of attraction, and it is still difficult to attract too many people without enough content." ”
Xu Zhidao: "Yes, it's not so much that we sell newspapers, but in fact, it's more like books, except for a novel, there is nothing else, even if some people want to read a novel, they can wait for the person who bought it to finish reading, just borrow it, there is no substantive news content, there will not be too many people buy it every day! After all, everyone buys a newspaper to get some news for the first time." ”
Fang Qiang said: "What should I do then?"
Lin Wenzhou wanted to answer, but he glanced at Xu Zhi and fell silent again.
Xu Zhi understood what he meant, and saw that he didn't seem to want to say it, so he said to Fang Qiang: "Then it depends on whether Mr. Fang is willing to invest again, novels can only attract people for a while, and the core of the newspaper must not be novels, if you want to do better, you can only work news." ”
Fang Qiang frowned and said, "But if you invest in this..."
Xu Zhi and Lin Wenzhou both understood Fang Qiang's hesitation, it was by no means easy to invest in news, and the huge investment of capital and manpower was definitely not something that ordinary newspapers could afford, and this kind of thing needed to grow step by step.
But Huixing relied on the sword to go sideways, and the only thing he could get his hands on was a short story that could only be serialized for two months.
Fang Qiang paused for a moment and said to Xu Zhi: "Xu Sheng, you also know the situation of the newspaper, as long as Xu Sheng is willing to provide another million-word novel, the quality is similar to this one, I dare to invest again, we will make the newspaper bigger together, as for the manuscript fee, it is definitely not a problem." ”
Xu Zhi smiled and said: "How can a novel be so easy to write, I have to prepare for it for a long time." ”
A promise that doesn't have any specific information, just want to bind the next novel, how easy is it! If it is an ordinary young person, I am afraid that he will really be fooled into it. But Xu Zhike knows very well that the development of the newspaper has nothing to do with Xu Zhi himself, Kunlun is one of the most wonderful novels since Kim Yong Kim, and it is indeed a pity to put it in a small newspaper.
Lin Wenzhou didn't doubt it, and he didn't believe that the young man in front of him could write another novel in such a short period of time, which was still a million words. The other party said strongly: "Mr. Fang, a good novel is not so simple to write, a million-word high-quality novel, I'm afraid it will take half a year just to prepare materials and outlines!"
He is a professional in this field, and he may not have written about it himself, but he has been exposed to it a lot before.
When Fang Qiang heard this, he sighed and said, "The daylily has been cold for half a year!"
Indeed, Iron Blood Tianjiao can only be serialized for two months, and if it ends, Huixing is estimated to be immediately beaten back to the prototype. Fang Qiang finally experienced a surge in sales, but now he can only give up, which feels a pity.
Xu Zhi said with a smile: "If you want to do big business, you have to be willing to invest, not to mention the content, can the printing quality of the newspaper be improved a little?"
Xu Zhi himself does not know how to print, but the most basic quality is still known, the newspaper of Huixing Daily does not know what printing technology is used, if it is held in the hand, it is fine, but as long as it is wiped from the surface of the newspaper, the hand can be black immediately, in later generations Xu Zhi was a child, this kind of newspaper is very much, and when it is used to wipe the buttocks, it is found that the whole butt has been black.
With this kind of quality, those white-collar workers in the Kowloon office building in Central went to buy it, and it was too troublesome to get their hands dirty. If the clothes and documents are soiled, it will be more than worth the loss.
Fang Qiang replied: "But there is only this kind of machine on the printing side?"
Let him buy another good machine, that is even more reluctant.
Lin Wenzhou shook his head and continued to look at his newspaper.
It's a difficult question.
Kowloon:
Xu Zhi hummed a little song and got out of the car.
Fang Qiang's boss looks good, but he is too stingy, he was picked up by Mercedes-Benz in the morning, but because he didn't talk about continuing to cooperate, he didn't even eat at noon, and he was bored for a long time, and Xu Zhi called him back.
I want to tie myself up, but I still want to wait for the next novel to come out to determine the quality and then invest, if the quality is good, if it is bad, I will leave, although there is some deposit, but compared with the profits brought by iron and blood to the newspaper, I am afraid that it is not even one-tenth, if the Kunlun behind also gives Fang Qiang, I am afraid it can really be made into a good brand newspaper. Of course, Xu Zhi could not agree to such conditions, and if he refused to give a promise, he only wanted benefits.
When I got home, I had some hot food, had lunch at random, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
It's been a long, long time since I've had a good rest, and napping has become a luxury.
In the evening, Xu Zhi woke up.
He was woken up by the sound outside, and his parents had already closed the stall and gone home, and had already made dinner in the kitchen at the moment.
Xu Yaxin saw her brother wake up, happily hugged his arm and shook it and said, "Brother, your novel is now popular in our school, everyone is rushing to read it." ”
"Yes!" Xu Zhixiao asked, "Then how many people in your class bought newspapers!"
It just so happens that now you can get a look at the newspaper.
Xu Yaxin said: "Two people bought it, in fact, one person was enough, but because the other person had a grudge against the person who bought it, I went to buy it myself." ”
Xu Zhidao: "Then is there usually only one person who buys it, and what about the other classes?"
Xu Yaxin said: "Yes, other classes should be similar, but there are other classes who come to us to borrow it." ”
There are not many people who buy it, Xu Zhi has already understood, it seems that more people regard this newspaper as a book, just look at it, there is no need for everyone to buy it.
Of course, the quality of the newspaper also has something to do with the sales estimate. As you can imagine, everyone in a class is passing a newspaper that can be deinked, and it is estimated that there is not enough pool for washing hands during class time.
If some lazy people don't wash their hands before going to the toilet, tsk.
Xu Zhi said again: "You didn't tell them the story behind, did you?"
Xu Yaxin glanced at her: "How is it possible, is your sister and I so stupid?"