Chapter 350: I'll teach you how to make a newspaper

Zhang San was also stunned when he got Zhou Wenzheng's prayer post and gift post, a little confused, this person doesn't know himself, what does it mean to give such a heavy gift when he comes up? Zhang San sat in the living room, looking at a middle-aged man in silk clothes who came in, and after coming in, he immediately bowed down excitedly: "Zhou Wenzheng, a grass man, is visiting Master Zhang." ”

Zhang San was speechless when he looked at him like this, and said, "No courtesy, sit down?" What is the matter with you coming to me? ”

Zhou Wenzheng hurriedly said: "Lord Xie, the grass people heard that the Son of Heaven ordered the Lord to handle the Great Song Daily and supervise the release of the newspaper, so the grass people want to come and ask if this folk can handle the newspaper." ”

Zhang San nodded and said: "As long as it does not involve state secrets and does not spread obscure, vulgar, and cult ideas, the people can freely handle the newspaper, and they only need to submit it to the Jinju Academy for review before it is published." ”

Zhou Wenzheng said excitedly: "The villain thanks the adults for their kindness, the villain must abide by the teachings of the adults and dare not go beyond the slightest." ”

Zhang San looked at him and asked, "How did you come up with the idea of starting a newspaper?" Do you have any previous experience? ”

Zhou Wenzheng looked at Zhang San, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't hide it from adults, villains have done some news papermaking before, and they have some experience." ”

Zhang San said with interest: "Oh? Do you have a sample? Show me. ”

Zhou Wenzheng listened, took out a piece of newsprint from his arms and handed it to Zhang San, Zhang San took this paper that was half larger than a book, and all kinds of news were printed on the front and back, densely packed with a lot, and even a lot of scandals from friends.

Zhang San asked curiously, "How much do you sell for this copy?" ”

Zhou Wenzheng hurriedly replied: "Back to my lord, this villain sells eighteen wen?" ”

Zhang San looked speechless and asked, "Eighteen texts?" Why is it so expensive? ”

Zhou Wenzheng said in his head: "My lord, the cost of this engraving is high, and the villain still has to ask someone to inquire about the news, and he is deepening the paper and ink, and this eighteen villain can't make much money." ”

Zhang San asked, "How much does it cost?" ”

Zhou Wenzheng estimated in his heart, he didn't know what Zhang San meant, and said that Zhang San, who was afraid of being sitting, thought that he would send less, and said that if he was exposed, he would be angry, and the adults were also engaged in newspapers, and it was estimated that the adults also knew this, so he gritted his teeth and simply said honestly: "Back to the adults, a copy costs about ten yuan." ”

Zhang San nodded, picked up the manuscript of the Great Song Daily from the table, and asked the newspaper to prepare a total of four copies of this manuscript, one to send to the palace, one to the Jinjuyuan, one to the printing workshop, and finally Zhang San also kept one copy. So Zhang San still has one in his hand now.

Zhang San handed the newspaper to Zhou Wenzheng and said, "Come, come and see, how much my newspaper is worth and how much it costs." ”

Zhou Wenzheng was careful about the newspaper, and was stunned for a moment when he took it, this piece of paper is the size of four books, and it is still four at a time, so this newspaper is as thick as a sixteen-page book. Moreover, the handwriting is neat, and the quality of the paper is also excellent.

Zhou Wenzheng estimated it and said: "Lord Hui, if I am asked to print this, I am afraid that the cost of one copy will reach eighty to one hundred Wen, and if I sell it, I must sell it at least one hundred Wen or more so that I will not lose money, and I will sell at least one thousand copies." ”

Zhang San laughed and said, "Then do you know how much my newspaper sells?" ”

Zhou Wenzheng shook his head cooperatively, and Zhang San said proudly: "My newspaper plans to sell twelve articles." ”

Zhou Wenzheng looked at Zhang San in surprise when he heard this, then his face turned pale, and then he said to Zhang San stupidly: "Then I am here to congratulate the adults on the sales of the Great Song Daily. ”

Zhang San didn't mind looking at his expression, Zhang San said, "Do you know? My first newspaper will print 300,000 copies, and as soon as it is printed, it will be sold all over the world. ”

Zhang San looked at Zhou Wenzheng and said without saying a word, Zhang San sighed and said, "I know you're thinking, did I earn your business, and the selling price was too low to steal your livelihood?" ”

Zhou Wenzheng immediately said: "The villain doesn't dare, the villain just ...... It's just ...... and don't understand. ”

Zhang San asked: "Don't you dare or don't want to, don't you understand why I sell it so cheaply?" Why don't you understand why I'm robbing you people for this business, even if you don't make money? ”

Zhou Wenzheng didn't dare to speak.

Zhang San smiled and said: "That's it, you are also the first to come to worship my door, and I will also buy horse bones for a thousand catties, isn't the printing cost of your newspaper ten yuan?" Do you see this one of mine? My newspaper is three of your sizes, and one of the four pages you give to my printing workshop to print, and you will be counted as a penny of five cents. ”

Zhou Wenzheng was stunned and asked, "Five cents?" In this ......, the villain has thanked the adult, but the villain may not be able to run such a big newspaper, and who will buy my newspaper if they buy your newspaper? ”

Zhang San laughed angrily at him, and said helplessly: "Why are you so stupid, look at the sample newspaper of the Da Song Daily in your hand, is the content exactly the same as your news?" ”

Zhou Wenzheng read it roughly, then shook it, Zhang San nodded and said: "As the saying goes, the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, living under the same roof, some people like to read at home, some people like to go out for outings, some people like to look for flowers and willows, and some people like to eat and drink." ”

Zhang San saw Zhou Wenzheng nodding, and continued to guide: "Even if you read books at home, it's different, some people like to read history to make themselves wise, some people like to read poetry to make themselves beautiful, some people like to read the Analects, some like to read Zhou Yitongxuan, and some people like to read curiosity." ”

Zhou Wenzheng's eyes lit up as if he had caught something, and he couldn't say it when he opened his mouth, Zhang San sighed and said directly: "So the things you like are different, and the newspapers you read are also different. ”

Zhang San raised the news of Zhou Wenzheng in his hand and said: "And your newspaper is really different, you can write market rumors, you can write strange things, you can even serialize a storybook, write some famous prostitutes and Oiran, etc., naturally some people are willing to read, you have to find your own way." ”

Zhou Wenzheng suddenly felt like an empowerment, and his mood was like seeing the sun in an instant, Zhou Wenzheng hugged his fists and bowed: "The villain thanks the adults for their support, the villain's liver and brain are smeared and there is nothing to repay." ”

Zhang San waved his hand and said: "In addition to these, I'm teaching you one, you see what I write in the gap between the bottom and the two pages of the Great Song Daily?" ”

When Zhou Wenzheng heard this, he hurriedly picked up the newspaper, only to see that the positions that Zhang San asked him to see were all advertisements, Zhou Wenzheng frowned, I don't know what Zhang San meant, could it be that these things are good industries with Mr. Zhang, so Mr. Zhang not only wants to write these in his newspaper, but also instructs his newspaper to write these as well?

Thinking about Lord Zhang's kindness to himself today, these things don't take up much space, and he immediately patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, my lord, the villain will definitely write these news in his newspaper when he goes back!" ”