Chapter 307: The History of the Imprint

Strictly speaking, the "Great Song Times Weekly" is already a newspaper with great influence at present, and its circulation is so large that it can obtain additional income subsidies through advertising, and now it can earn two or three hundred yuan when it publishes an issue of "Weekly", which is not a big number in today's factory making money, but in a year, "Weekly" can have a surplus of 350,000 yuan in addition to maintaining operating expenses, which is a remarkable progress.

Although he had money to spare, the office of the "Weekly" was still the same as it had been, with a few tables found out of nowhere, some old chairs, and those musty piles of old papers, which looked chaotic. Even Deng Ruoshui's house is also in this style, which makes Zhao Youju amused and a little relieved, Deng Ruoshui has not lost his original color because of his high reputation.

"Minister Deng Ruoshui knocks on Your Majesty."

Deng Ruoshui also has the name of a bachelor in Boya Building, but Zhao Heju authorized him not to sign in, but only to run the newspaper wholeheartedly. After he saluted, he was a little embarrassed: "The minister is worried that the newspaper circulation has stagnated, so the king has lost his manners, and I ask Your Majesty to punish him." ”

"I'm also worried that my Great Song Dynasty officials have regressed, and I will lose the king's system in front of the ministers." Zhao Youju waved his hand to signal that it was over, and a guard had already moved a chair for him, and after he sat down, he smiled and said: "Deng Qing, I have a way to make the sales of "Weekly" soar, but I don't know if Deng Qing has the guts." ”

"Does the official family really have a way?" Deng Ruoshui was overjoyed.

"It's just that as soon as this plan comes out, I'm afraid that all the officials and rich people in the world will regard Deng Qing as a thorn in the flesh, and those lawbreakers will be victorious." Zhao Youju smiled and said, "Are you afraid? ”

"When Wu Xi was in turmoil in the past, the minister should have died, and when Shi Miyuan was in power, the minister should also die, and he should have defiled the holy lord with words, and he should have died so much that he couldn't die anymore." Deng Ruoshui said awe-inspiringly: "Your Majesty is generous, and it is enough to prolong your life today, why be afraid of those lawbreakers?" ”

"Qing's words are righteous and awe-inspiring, very good, very good." Zhao Youju bowed slightly, then stretched out his hand back, and the guard behind him took a black leather bag and handed it to Deng Ruoshui.

Deng Ruoshui felt that his heart was pounding, although he didn't know the intention of the Son of Heaven, but it was an intuition that made him realize that he seemed to be walking in front of a door. Just push open that door, and go further, and that's the sea and the sky.

He opened the leather bag and took out a neatly arranged copy of the fold inside, starting with Wang Qinian's fold at the top, and looked down carefully.

The words were like a river, rolling in front of his eyes, and he only saw half of Wang Qinian's recital, and then he couldn't help but slap the shore and get up, with a "bang", so that Zhao and Ju's guards immediately surrounded Zhao and Ju.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty forgives the sin, the minister is out of shape, and the minister is really angry! I have such a situation in the Great Song Dynasty, it is really unbearable! Deng Ruoshui realized that he had lost his honor in front of the king, and explained while pleading guilty.

Zhao Youju waved his hand again: "When I saw it, I summoned the prime minister and the ministers and scolded him, not to mention your ......."

"Your Majesty, but you want your ministers to write articles, uphold people's hearts, and clean up the world?" Deng Ruoshui didn't dare to listen to these things more, and hurriedly interrupted, although this was a bit rude, it would only be regarded as straightforward, and it would not cause trouble to the secrets of the Son of Heaven and the ministers of the court who had listened too much. Although Deng Ruoshui still retains the chivalrous courage when he first entered Beijing, he still learns some skills for the world.

"It's not enough to just write articles, but we also need to report these things in detail, so that scholars, students, and ordinary people know the faces of these people." Zhao and Ju Senran said: "I not only want to let those corrupt officials lose their posts, not only let those black-hearted owners go bankrupt, I also want to make them become rats crossing the street, and everyone shouts and beats them." Deng Qing, don't the people love to listen to Bao Gong's comments, this kind of corrupt officials and corrupt officials, the people want to hate it, if the "Weekly" publishes these things, why worry about sales? ”

Deng Ruoshui was stunned, and then he was overjoyed, this is indeed a way out, he was always a little jealous before, but now it is the order of the Son of Heaven, they are "ordered to report", with this Shang Fang sword, there is nothing to worry about.

"I'll leave this matter to you." Zhao Heju left those folds behind: "Deng Qing, within four days, I want to see this report, what does Deng Qing think?" ”

"The minister will immediately organize the manpower, and he should draw it up in the shortest possible time and send it to His Majesty for his attention." Deng Ruo Waterway.

"You don't need to send me through it anymore, you will send it out as soon as you are ready, and I am waiting for your good news."

After Zhao Heju finished speaking, he thought that Wu Wenying was still waiting outside the door, so he smiled and said: "The student outside the house, you said that his writing is good, I heard it, since his article can enter the eyes of the Qing, then you might as well let him join in, and write some big articles related to the national economy and people's livelihood for me, wouldn't it be better than filling in some light words that are clever and cunning!" ”

"Your Majesty is right." Deng Ruoshui said respectfully.

After the matter was explained, Zhao Youju got up and left, went out, and saw that Wu Wenying was still waiting in front of the door, he smiled and said, "Wu Qing, how do you think?" ”

"Your Majesty, the words are delicate and graceful, and the beauty is like heaven, but it is weak, and it seems that it is not the vigorous and promising spirit of this dynasty." Wu Wenying was young at this time, and she was still full of bookish spirit, so she actually expressed her heart directly. Zhao Youju heard that he had made his own words, and he really hit the nail on the head, and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that the Son of Heaven did not take his own evaluation as a crime, Wu Wenying boldly said: "However, now that I am in the prosperous era of the Great Song Dynasty, I should resurrect Dongpo and reincarnate Jiaxuan, so that I can paint it with words." The rest of the people, even if they have hearts and talents, can only add icing on the cake. If you want to paint a picture of the prosperity of the Great Song Dynasty, you have to go to the river during the Qingming Festival......"

Wu Wenying talked about the words, gushing endlessly, saying a lot, Zhao Heju smiled and listened, and after he finished speaking, he patted him on the shoulder: "Wu Qing, in my opinion, if the words are elegant, they are just a week of Bangyan's ear, and they are not beneficial to the country or the people." If you do it well, I will ensure that your article will be praised after thousands of years, this is the first to open thousands of years, and you should be encouraged! ”

Wu Wenying realized that although the Son of Heaven appreciated poetry, he may not like it, he respectfully accepted the order, Zhao Heju got into the car with a smile, and then left the "Weekly" office.

On the ninth day of the fourth month of the seventh year of Yanhuang, when the bell woke the people up from their snoring dreams, they finished washing, and stepped onto the streets with the fatigue after a long dream, and started a new day's journey, hundreds of newspaper sellers in the streets and alleys of Lin'an City had been busy for four or five hours.

"Major news, big news, corrupt officials and corrupt officials are floating in the matter, profiteers and robbers cover the sky with one hand!"

"Selling newspapers and selling newspapers, "Song Times Weekly", and look at the greed and blasphemy of the two provinces, listen to the evil in a county is almost like a dung pit!"

"It has only been two years since the Central Plains was recovered, and corrupt officials have amassed more than one million dollars!"

These newspaper vendors shouted all kinds of sensational propaganda slogans hoarsely, which was originally a trick used by "Wulin Secrets" to increase its circulation, and "Song Dynasty Weekly" did not use it often. However, the content of "Secret Stories of Martial Arts" when it was promoted was not a glamorous history or a legend, and it had not been directed at corrupt officials like this.

At all times, the hatred of corrupt officials is the instinct of the people, and although most of them are still timid, the curiosity still prompts a large number of citizens to stop and buy a newspaper from a newspaper seller for twenty cents.

"Stop the car."

Rao Xiang commanded in a low voice, he was a man in his early forties, with three strands of beard, slightly fat, and looked dignified. The carriage stopped, and he beckoned to the newsseller who was holding a large pile of newspapers on the side of the road: "Bring me a copy of the latest "Great Song Times Weekly". ”

The newspaper seller handed over a newspaper in response, and after collecting the money from him, he began to drink hoarsely again. Rao Xiang ordered the coachman to move forward, and after less than 100 steps, he shouted again: "Stop, turn back, go back to the office!" ”

Rao Xiang's identity is somewhat special, he is the chief writer of "Jinghua Secrets", and his status in "Secrets" is roughly similar to Deng Ruoshui in "Weekly", the difference is that he relied on "Secrets" to make a lot of money for himself and several investors behind him. The carriage he was riding in was specially made by the Liuqiu Manufacturing Bureau, comfortable and luxurious, and worth more than 1,500 yuan.

The carriage quickly returned to the office of "Jinghua Secrets", Rao Xiang hurried back to his room, and as he expected, the three good pens of "Secrets" all gathered together, staring at each other.

"Today's weekly sales are only afraid to break another record." Rao Xiang's first sentence blurted out: "This is all money, why did you let the most profitable news go to "Weekly"?" ”

"Brother Rao's intention is that we will also do it, if the government investigates ......"

"Jinghua Secrets" once made a report that caused a lot of uproar, and while opening up the market for itself, it also made it targeted by the government, and even forced to change its name, so they had lingering palpitations in this report involving the government.

"Stupid, the weekly can be reported, we can naturally report it, you forget, that weekly is the lackey of the government, if he doesn't have the government's instructions, how can he dare to report?" Rao Xiang said viciously.

"So what, looking at the weekly report, it is clear that we have seen the twists and turns for the official, so we can be so detailed, we are following up, and we can know more than him?" One person shook his head and said: "One step later, one step after another, you have to think of another idea!" ”

"I have made up my mind, I want to go to Jingxi and Hedong in person, and what he got from his own compromises is not as detailed as what I got on the spot!" Rao Xiang's originally upright face was a little distorted, he waved his hands wildly, and his eyes were red: "I send the latest news every day, pass it on to Bianliang, and then bring it back to Lin'an from Bianliang, you will keep this news and hurry up, every time a piece of news comes, you will send it to me, and you have to fight for the "Weekly"!" ”

"What!"

The three pens of "Jinghua Secrets" were all stunned, they knew that Rao Xiang's greatest wish was to overpower the weekly magazine and become the leading newspaper of the Great Song Dynasty, but they never thought that he could act like this for this wish! You must know that this is a journey of thousands of miles, and in the minds of the more affluent people of Lin'an, there is nothing else in Jingxi and Hedong except coal, that is, the noodles eaten by the locals are also black and almost the same color as briquettes!

"If you can't compete with "Weekly" this time, you really won't be able to do them in the future!" Rao Xiang sighed, and then cheered up: "We have always been regarded as tabloids by scholars and doctors, except for those idlers and casual visitors in the Chu Pavilion of the Qinglou, it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance. Gentlemen, Rao understands that when the Great Song Dynasty is now, it is an opportunity for the wind to surge, if my "Secret News" can take advantage of the situation, it will naturally become a career, otherwise it will ......"

Speaking of this, Rao Xiang sighed again: "You should know that now the Great Song Dynasty has added no less than ten new newspapers every year, and it is in this Lin'an City that there are dozens of newspapers, and the "Weekly" has its advantages, and the cooperation with the government makes him not worry about sales, but we are not, if we compete one day but can't sell the newspaper, then the princes and I will be hungry for a day!" This autumn of Cheng's survival is also the time for my generation to make contributions. Now our "Secret News" has been very conveniently sold to Xuzhou, Quanzhou, Bianliang and Jiangzhou, I expect that with the development of trains, but within ten years, our "Secret News" can be sold to every state capital in the Great Song Dynasty. ”

He encouraged it, the three pens of "Jinghua Secrets" are full of enthusiasm, they were originally some frustrated literati, taking advantage of the situation and having today's achievements, originally thought that now is the limit, but after listening to Rao Xiang's words, they realized that their main writer's goal was quite ambitious.

In their current situation, they have no desire in other aspects, only the frustration when they were down, and they still linger. Although they are rich and famous now, they still have no status as when they were down, but if they can complete the transformation of "Secret News", it means that they will become the imperial history of Imprint, which is enough to leave a name in history.

Everyone was of the same mind, Rao Xiang immediately began to distribute, of course he himself rushed to Jingxi and Hedong in person, now it is more convenient to go to these two places, generally by train to Xuzhou, and then from Xuzhou to Bianliang by ferry. However, now that the Yellow River has been controlled, the ferry can go to Mengjin, and then transfer to a horse-drawn carriage to Luoyang, or go north to cross the river to Hedong. One of the three wonderful writers accompanied him to Bianliang and relayed the news of the article in Bianliang, while the other two sat in Lin'an, taking turns on duty, and as soon as the article arrived, they immediately began to appear in the newspaper.

After the work was divided, Rao Xiang immediately sent someone to buy a ticket, and went home to pack his bags, they made a decision at 7 a.m., and by 10 a.m., they were ready. The train to Xuzhou has a trip every two days, this day is the time, he two with two companions, bought a sleeper, when they entered the sleeper car, only to put down the luggage, then heard someone exclaim.

Rao Xiang looked back, and happened to have a face-to-face with Deng Ruoshui, and it was Wu Wenying beside Deng Ruoshui who exclaimed, and he also knew Rao Xiang, so he was so surprised.

Deng Ruoshui's face did not change, he only smiled slightly.