Su Jingxian, who got up early, drank a bowl of lean porridge made by his mother, went back to the attic and brought the black plastic bag containing the newspaper plan, said hello to the family and went out directly.

Instead of reporting to the police station, So King-yin came to the street to stop a rickshaw and rushed straight to Cameron Road.

Liu Changhua has recently explained that several things to him have been resolved, and since the other party has nothing else to do for him, Su Jingxian, who has no intention of being a policeman, will not rush to the police station to find trouble for himself.

His mind is now all on the newspaper he will work on next, and now he is going to Cambarentau just to meet Chen Bingzhong.

After the rickshaw was pulled to Cameron Road, Su Jingxian got out of the car and paid the fare, found the tenement building well, went up to the second floor to the door of Xuejin Bookstore, and saw Chen Bingzhong sitting at the counter at a glance.

I haven't seen him for just a few days, Su Jingxian can obviously feel that Chen Bingzhong's appearance is very different from before, and the most intuitive performance is in the dressing style.

When I met Chen Bingzhong for the first time at Xuejin Bookstore, the other party was wearing a white-washed coarse cloth gown and cloth shoes, and the whole person looked unkempt and full of decadence. And this goodbye, although Chen Bingzhong sat in the same position, he had changed into a new dress, his hair was meticulously combed, and a pair of gold-wire glasses were hung on the bridge of his nose.

He already has a clear face, and with this outfit, the temperament of an intellectual can be seen at a glance.

"Uncle Zhong, wearing a suit and tie, ready to hook up with a student girl!" Su Jingxian saw that Chen Bingzhong at the counter was concentrating on holding a book, and he didn't even notice that he was here, so he said with a smile.

Chen Bingzhong saw Su Jingxian coming, put the book on the table, stood up and greeted: "Mr. Su, morning!" ”

Su Jingxian picked up the book that Chen Bingzhong had placed on the table and flipped through it, and the written cover read "On Culture and Literature", written by a Moroccan.

"This book was written by a Moroccan ghost named Gulab, and Mr. Su can take it home if he is interested." Chen Bingzhong saw Su Jingxian looking through the books on the table and recommended them.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in books that are too literary." After casually turning a few pages, Su Jingxian found that the book was a highly professional pure literature book, and because the original work was in Arabic, it was even more obscure to read after being translated into Chinese, and immediately rejected Chen Bingzhong's proposal.

Seeing Su Jingxian close the book and put it back on the table, Chen Bingzhong, who didn't find a resonance, laughed and took the book into the cabinet.

"Did you go to the dock yesterday and see the printing equipment?" Su Jingxian walked into the bookstore, moved a chair and placed it in the aisle on the second floor, sat down and pointed to his side, and gestured to Chen Bingzhong.

Hearing Su Jingxian mention the printing equipment, Chen Bingzhong hurriedly came out of the counter and moved a chair next to Su Jingxian: "I've seen it, I have already selected a complete set of equipment according to your instructions Mr. Su." I originally estimated that it would cost 15,000 yuan, but I didn't expect the dock bid to be lower than I expected, and I only charged 11,000 yuan to make a purchase, and I gave away an extra Mingkuai typewriter and two cameras. ”

Sure enough, Liu Changhua's name is easy to use, and if he sends a typewriter and a camera, it is equivalent to giving it for nothing.

Saving thousands of dollars in vain, Su Jingxian also showed a smile on his face: "Yes, the next step is to pick up the goods and open the store, or make other plans, you have the idea of being the editor-in-chief." ”

Chen Bingzhong carefully considered the words: "I think it should be opened as soon as possible, now the writers, reporters and printers I have already contacted, all of them are friends I knew before, if the opening is delayed, I am worried that everyone will go to the second one if they can't stay up." I can do the position of deputy editor at the same time, after all, one less person and one less salary in the early days of running a newspaper, as for the distribution, I don't care for the time being, because the sales of new newspapers are usually not too high in the first few months, and the position of distribution is also dispensable, and the most important financial and editor-in-chief is, of course, Mr. Su, you are the big boss! ”

"Okay, just do as you say, tomorrow I will ask the people at the dock to deliver the goods to Yuen Long, and will the first batch of newspapers be printed in a week?" Su Jingxian asked.

Chen Bingzhong nodded: "If the equipment is complete, the time is enough, if there is first-hand news during this time, it can be reported the next day." But the biggest problem right now is that if I do a big folio newspaper, I'm worried that the news won't fill the whole newspaper. ”

Hearing this, Su Jingxian lifted his suit, took out the plastic bag that had been prepared long ago from his arms and handed it to Chen Bingzhong: "If the news is not enough, open a column!" Do you remember the last time you asked me if I had a killer feature? That's right in it. ”

Hearing the words column, Chen Bingzhong frowned slightly, he was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, of course he knew the truth that the news was not enough to make up the column, but if there were too many columns, the newspaper would lose its news and current affairs, and it would inevitably fall into inferiority.

With concerns, Chen Bingzhong opened the black plastic bag in his hand, took out the bound paper inside, and spread it out to read carefully.

In addition to the original outline of the martial arts novel, Su Jingxian wrote a few thousand words of text last night, and the paper binding together is not too thin.

Su Jingxian saw that Chen Bingzhong was watching carefully, and he was not in a hurry, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, stood up and leaned on the balcony on the second floor, looked at the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going downstairs, and from time to time whistled at the woman (a woman in revealing and charming clothes) who passed downstairs, causing the other party to throw a flattering look.

Ten minutes later, Chen Bingzhong finished reading all the contents of the plastic bag, and saw that Su Jingxian was still interacting with the woman downstairs, so he couldn't help but shake his head and cough lightly.

"Have you finished reading?" Seeing that Chen Bingzhong was about to put the paper back into the plastic bag, Su Jingxian raised his eyebrows, "It's better for you to read it a few more times, I have written for a long time and you read it so quickly, it is clear that you don't respect me." ”

When it comes to newspapers, Chen Bingzhong seems to be very serious, and he didn't pay attention to the ridicule in Su Jingxian's words at all, but said bluntly: "Mr. Su, I can't estimate that you have the potential to be a novelist, and I think the newspaper can save a writer's salary." To be honest, the biography of the heroes of the Ming Dynasty is indeed very attractive, and if you open a serial column, you will definitely gain a group of loyal readers, and even I want to know what happened next. ”

Su Jingxian shook the cigarette in his hand: "Do you need me to tell you?" ”

"In addition to the novel, Mr. Su, you have written a layout plan, and the layout is indeed different from the newspapers on the market now, but the practicality still needs to be sampled by the newspaper to see." Ignoring Su Jingxian again, Chen Bingzhong continued, "But if your brand new layout really comes out, I'm afraid that we will be attacked by mainstream newspapers." ”

Su Jingxian was stunned: "Criticized? Solution? ”

Chen Bingzhong coughed, took out the paper related to layout design, and pointed out a text to Su Jingxian.

Seeing clearly where Chen Bingzhong's finger was pointing, Su Jingxian slowly raised his head and looked at him.

After the two looked at each other for two seconds, Su Jingxian's eyes widened and he scolded: "It's hitting the street!" This layout planning, your boss, I have worked hard to write thousands of words, and you only know the three words of staring at Da Bo Mei? Zhonghua slammed me? The British government in Hong Kong stipulates that big waves of girls cannot appear in newspapers? Reasonable and legal things are so dirty that you think, I really admire you! ”

Where Chen Bingzhong pointed his finger, it was written on the paper: The first page of the newspaper strives to be eye-catching, and in the early stage, you can print a photo of the big wave girl as the cover, preferably the ghost girl, the wave is big enough.