Eastern District, Hong Kong Island.

In the afternoon, the sky was clear.

The clear blue sky, the white clouds, the breeze blowing, the birds fluttering their wings, soaring high in the world, and the birds singing in the sky, set off the streets of the East District with incomparable beauty.

Under the bright sun, the Ming Pao building shimmered with silver light, clearly emerging from behind the leafy banyan tree.

On September 19, 1966, Ming Pao moved to the Nam Hong Building at 651 King's Road, North Point, Eastern District, first rented the whole floor of the tenth floor and the half floor of the basement, and then rented two floors one after another, the ground floor and the second floor, the tenth floor is the editorial department, and the staff restaurant is on the top floor. In the past 73 years, it has grown even stronger.

The front door of the Ming Pao Building.

Li Ruotong was out of curiosity and boredom, so he was dragged by his hand tightly and walked over empty-handed.

After passing through the gate, although the old security guard on duty was already covered with weather, he was unusually neat in a brand-new security uniform.

Although this is only a company building, and the guard has been on duty for hundreds of days and nights, the old security guard does not dare to be careless, showing a unique temperament and resilience.

Ying Zhiji greeted him gently, and signaled that he didn't bring anything else, and said politely: "Hello, old man, I'm here to contribute."

At first, the old security guard was surprised to win the young man who was sick, and he thought that the little doll had no hair to grow, so he would write a novel!? Although he thinks so in his heart, Ming Pao has its own special reviewer, and it is not his turn to comment on the quality of the manuscript, as long as there is no problem with the person, he can just release the person.

So after a few reminders, he let the two go.

Win the illness and Li Ruotong smiled at the old man, and walked towards the gate of Mingbao, walking in a chic manner.

, one of the most influential newspapers in Hong Kong, was founded in 1959 by Zha Liangyong, also known as Jin Yong, and his middle school classmate Shen Baoxin. In the early days of entrepreneurship, it was extremely difficult. Relying on martial arts novels, sensational news and the "small citizen newspaper" of the Book of Horses, it barely survived.

The political changes in the mainland in the 60s provided an opportunity for Jin Yong to get ahead. Editorials were introduced at this time, especially in the report on the "refugee wave" of 1962. In 1962, by the "Great. Jump. Under the influence of "entering", a large number of people from the mainland smuggled into Hong Kong and were intercepted by the Hong Kong police at Wutong Mountain in Sheung Shui. Due to the sensitivity of the incident, the newspapers did not report it, but they "recklessly" and spoke out, and from May 12 of that year, they made a front-page full-page report almost every day. Since then, he has positioned himself as "a newspaper accepted by scholars and intellectuals". In July 1962, sales exceeded 30,000 copies. By 1963, it had completely escaped its financial predicament, and the average daily sales were 50,000 copies.

The image of "independent speech" has won a clear reputation in the circle. In particular, the opening of the "Beiwang Shenzhou" edition, which publishes news about the mainland every day, satisfies the needs of Hong Kong people who know nothing about the mainland. In the sixties and seventies, he became an authority on reporting news from China. Since then, Jin Yong has become the idol of free intellectuals.

In order to continue the traditional Chinese culture, Jin Yong was founded in 1966 and served as the editor-in-chief of the monthly magazine. Later, Hu Juren served as editor-in-chief for 13 years. Hu Juren will be managed into a comprehensive high-level reading book, forming a global high-level academic journal.

Founded in 1968, after several years of development, it has become one of the oldest and most authoritative, best-selling entertainment weeklies in Hong Kong.

Needless to say, the achievements of later generations are evident from the fact that many famous columnists would rather sacrifice their manuscript fees to come here to be gilded.

But in fact, almost all the headlines on the front page in the early days were hunting for curiosity and ** social news, mainly murder, adultery, female sex and other content, with a large font size, very eye-catching titles, and attracting attention in an exaggerated form-

The girl's unrequited love became crazy, and the whale swallowed and died??

**Male and female sex holes

was killed by explosives at regular intervals, and the lower bodies of the two were shattered

Zero Gu love swallows a rattlesnake, and the man next to the beautiful woman faints

These titles are often accompanied by poems such as "The flowers and plants in the world are too hurried" and "The color of the twilight is coming" as the eyebrow title. The supplement "Silver Lily" is also full of column texts such as "Sex-Life of Female Stars" and "Sex-Crime".

In order to increase the readership, there are also activities such as crossword puzzles with prizes, newspaper delivery and fee later. They want to cater to the public everywhere, and the style is not high. Zha Liangyong's editorials are intermittent, usually only a few hundred words, and do not attract much attention.

There is an old saying in the Hong Kong press that "if you get it, you can get it". If it is supported by Jin Yong's martial arts novels, it is true that there is nothing wrong with it, in the first three years, martial arts novels, horse classics, movie news, and his short comments, as well as detailed reports on Hong Kong news, are all featured. Shen Baoxin, known as the "copper pen and iron abacus", is also constantly exploring and changing the newspaper's business methods to win over advertisers. He said that he was "on the top of the box", kicking in printing, distribution, and advertising, and had a record of working 18 to 20 hours a day in his first year.

Later, after a long period of running-in and revision, there was a Ming Pao that was later famous in Xiangjiang.

The whole building, because of the different division of labor. Some people walk in a hurry, as if they are in a hurry to be reincarnated, and the fierce appearance makes people can't help but hurry away and dodge. Some people walked slowly, discussing with colleagues where to go for afternoon tea after work, two words: leisurely.

However, all the staff members who met Ying Zhiji and Li Ruotong along the way stared at him with surprise, curious about where the little ghost came from. Li Ruotong, a little girl, is okay, in the face of the tall, handsome and handsome, and with a rather unique temperament, some female clerks are accosted with joy, even if the male staff look at the gentle smile of the young man, as if spring is coming, they reach out and don't hit the smiling person, they all stretch out their hands or nod their heads to greet politely. In the warm greetings all the way, he won the illness and his demeanor was good, and he responded with a smile one by one, winning the favor of many Mingbao people.

The first floor is dedicated to screening novel manuscripts, and the preliminary review department.

The whole office is quite large, and in front of the desks full of books, manuscripts, and newspapers, there are editors with different styles, who either shake their heads, comment and abuse a certain novel for not knowing what to say, or watch a certain novel with relish, or read the manuscript quietly, and the editors who have been numb with ancient wells on their faces, and Shi Shiran who reads the newspaper, drinks tea and sings songs, in short, it is not lively.

Having already asked who to look for, he took out the manuscript from his arms and strode towards a middle-aged editor on the left side of the door.

There are two main reasons why Ying Sick has directly taken the manuscript to the door to submit it, instead of choosing to submit it to the mailbox.

First, mailbox submissions are basically resigned to fate, and if you submit them in person, you have room for face-to-face communication, and the chances of your manuscript being accepted are much greater.

Lao Jin and Lao Pan, two busy people, will definitely not read all the manuscripts, and they will only choose to read the manuscripts that have been screened out by ordinary editors.

And secondly, I don't have so much time to wait for the news of Ming Pao, what if it takes ten days and half a month to queue up for my turn, then the daylily will be cold and lie in a groove.

Noisy office.

The rigid middle-aged editor, with a dark face and a seemingly hostile attitude towards anyone, swept away the cold eyes of the sick man who disturbed his work, first to the manuscript in his hand, then to his face, to his eyes, and finally back to his manuscript. In the blink of an eye, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, although he was dressed ordinarily, it could still be seen that he had a good temperament.

He raised his eyebrows, his tone soothed, and asked, "What's the matter, where did the little brother come from, is there something wrong!?"

Ying Sick's eyes drifted to him, and he said with a relaxed face: "Hello, I came from everywhere, and this time I came to Guibao Land to contribute."

Win the sick self's words were a bit ridiculous, and the editor didn't care about it, only cared about the last sentence.

"Huh? You? Novels you wrote. The editor's eyes are sharp, as if he wants to poke straight into people's hearts.

There is no doubt that the young man who won the illness was once again despised by him. Winning the illness is not annoyed, his heart is like a rock, the eight winds do not move, and his tone changes to Yan Sù: "Yes, I am sorry to disturb your precious time, but I believe that after reading my novel, you will not be disappointed!"

"Oh?" The editor's thin eyebrows were slightly raised, and he had seen a lot of people who said big things, so he didn't care, and if he was not satisfied with his response, the meaning could be rolled.

He replied with a smile: "If you are not satisfied, I will immediately turn around and leave, and I will never nag."

The middle-aged editor felt a little emotion in his heart, on the surface, this young man was not like a big talker, and immediately said: "It's better to be like this, I'm a very busy offspring."

In the end, he thinks that people are young, the editor raised the corners of his lips in a sneer.

Alas, there are more and more people who can't do it these years......

He sat on the chair, took the manuscript with one hand, glanced at the title of the book, and did not react much, but he did praise the word sincerely: "It is quite ancient, and the word is good."

This time, he became a little interested, looked up at the smiling Ying Sick Ji and the nervous Li Ruotong, raised his head again, and lightly flipped the page of introduction.

Li Ruotong didn't expect that Ying Sick would write a novel, and she actually came to hand in the manuscript, how could this not surprise her, she felt admired and felt that this thing was unreliable, after all, Ying Sick was too young, and the novels she wrote were worthy of others, although she hadn't read Jin Yong's novels, but she also knew the momentum of the famous Ming Pao, and many of her male classmates at school loved to read the novels of this newspaper. I thought so, but I glanced at myself and prayed in my heart that the novel would be liked by this obviously shrewd editor