Chapter Forty-Five: Losing Money and Making Money?

"The stage of the Yongsheng class is full of people, and I can't even squeeze in. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info" Shao Ning, who had just run back from Changvort Town, was so excited that he jumped to his feet: "Grandma's, just one article can attract so many people!" ”

Xiao Jing, who looked tired, smiled slightly. This is not his expectation at all, and it would be strange if the audience did not increase.

Today's achievements are nothing. If more people come to watch the play of the Yongsheng class tomorrow, it can be considered a success.

"You must remember one thing." Xiao Jing sighed lightly: "We won the Yongsheng class because it is really good. ”

This was not very clear, Shao Ning looked confused as if he understood or not, but Dong Xiaoya nodded thoughtfully. There was no way, Xiao Jing, who was too tired to speak, had to explain in detail, and this time Shao Ning nodded again and again, probably understanding what he meant.

That's why it's important to base your news stories on facts. The drama of the Yongsheng class is really good, even if you hold him as a flower, others will take it for granted. On the contrary, if this team sings like shit, and you are still sparing no effort to support it, it will not be the reputation of the Yongsheng class, but the newspaper's own signboard and credibility.

After speaking, Xiao Jing was a little more energetic than just now. Shao Ning, who was full of questions, couldn't help but ask: "By the way, why should our newspaper be shown to others for nothing?" Shouldn't you sell it for money if you work so hard to make it? ”

The gambling contract with his father became a piece of Shao Ning's heart. For Su Yuxian, he was always thinking about the three thousand taels of silver; It is not an exaggeration to see that the newspaper that was finally printed was sent out in vain, and that "his heart is dripping blood".

"In order to let more people see it, develop the habit of reading newspapers." Xiao Jing said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you before, only the first three issues are free to read, what are you anxious about?" ”

Besides, what newspaper company is counting on making a lot of money selling newspapers?

According to Xiao Jing's investigation, a newspaper can be sold for up to five cents, which is also the psychological upper limit of ordinary people. Unless you're a die-hard fan or someone who is in dire need of information, many people will give up buying a newspaper once it costs more than that.

1,000 newspapers, five pennies each. According to the price on the market in Ruidu, one tael of silver can be exchanged for about 1,300 to 1,400 coins; In this way, the 5,000 yuan from selling newspapers is only more than three taels of silver, and the salaries of ten copyists add up to two taels a day, not counting their food expenses.

In other words, even if it started selling newspapers, the Mirror was only making money at a loss.

Xiao Jing didn't dare to tell Shao Ning about this truth, he was afraid that he would be shot to death by that kid in the middle of his words.

Of course, he also has worries, such as people's perception of consumption. Once everyone gets used to free newspapers, will so many people still pay for them?

Judging from the consumption habits of the previous life, this concern is not unreasonable. After all, many people will resist a free product and then give it up after the free period.

However, there is no need to rush this matter. For the current "Mirror", it is far more important for readers to "watch or not" than "to buy or not".

As long as more and more people can read this newspaper and become interested in the newspaper and news, Xiao Jing will not care whether you circulate it or transcribe it. Cultivate the readership first, and the rest will naturally fall into place.

Besides, whose children know. For the Mirror, he has full confidence. As long as the content is excellent, are you afraid that there will be no buyers?

His ambition was much more than just selling newspapers on the streets!

"Don't be stunned." Xiao Jing said with a smile: "I said in the morning, when we come back from sending newspapers, we will have a half-day holiday." With such a rare opportunity, you still don't go to free time? ”

Shao Ning, whose eyes were shining, immediately took a posture to snatch the door away. Xiao Jing looked at him with a wry smile on his face and sighed: "What are you doing, don't go crazy, you will be busy tomorrow." ”

As soon as the words fell, Shao Ning's figure disappeared. Pan Feiyu said a few words that were not nutritious, and also laughed and withdrew from the hall.

Xiao Jing let out a long breath. The job of distributing newspapers is really not done by ordinary people.

He carried four hundred newspapers and was in charge of the West and South Cities. Shao Ning took four hundred newspapers with him and was in charge of the East City and the North City. Pan Feiyu took 200 newspapers with him and was in charge of the small towns around Ruidu.

Pushing the cart around, not to mention, but also from each person's clothing, expression, temperament, and language to judge whether he is a potential reader. The double consumption of body and spirit has aggravated the fatigue, and now Xiao Jing has only one wish, that is, to sleep well.

However, many thoughts still swirled around in his mind like a marquee:

With such a large range of distributions, the coverage rate is pretty good, right?

In order to take care of the production cycle, most of the newspapers selected are low-timeliness news. Will it be criticized?

Hey, this issue of the Mirror is actually a miscellaneous newspaper of shopping guides, and people's favorite should be practical information......

Thinking about it, Xiao Jing suddenly raised his head, and his face was full of gentle smiles.

As soon as he saw Dong Xiaoya still standing in front of him, he asked as if he had caught a savior: "Xiaoya, have my new cotton clothes been delivered?" ”

Dong Xiaoya smiled and responded: "The day before yesterday arrived." ”

"Great." Xiao Jing clenched his fists happily: "I'm going to go into the city tomorrow." Now that I can wear it, I'll wear a new cotton coat. ”

After that, he said to Dong Xiaoya again: "Xiaoyuan has been complaining about his sister not playing with him these days. It's rare to be free, you go and accompany him. ”

Dong Xiaoya nodded and left the hall.

Xiao Jing, who was in a high mood, talked to himself in front of the table for a long time. His voice was not loud, and no one could hear what he was saying.

After a while, he staggered to his feet, looking tired, probably trying to walk back to his room to sleep. However, the battle between the upper and lower eyelids became more and more intense, and he stood there for a cup of tea, without even taking a step.

Finally, under the constant impact of fatigue, he finally fell on the table.

These days, Xiao Jing is really tired.

He was the only one in the entire editorial office who knew how to start a newspaper and how to run it. As a result, he was almost hands-on, and the result of his complicated affairs was that he slept less than two hours a day.

After a while, someone entered the house. The man covered the door and walked straight to Xiao Jing's side.

It was Dong Xiaoya who went and returned. These days, she has witnessed how Xiao Jing, who has entered a workaholic state, is "masochistic". The reason why she didn't leave with Shao Ning and the others just now was because she saw that Xiao Jing's state was not quite right, and she was afraid that something would happen to him.

"Childe doesn't care about his body too much."

After sighing lightly, Dong Xiaoya draped a piece of clothing on Xiao Jing's body. Her movements were slow, soft, and soft, for fear of waking up the poor man in front of her who had just fallen asleep.

At this moment, someone suddenly smashed the courtyard door and shouted, "Does Xiao Gongzi live here?" ”