After walking for a while, Mr. Xiang felt that the anger in his heart had calmed down a little, and after thinking about it, it is estimated that the readers of this teahouse do not represent all readers, maybe his novels are very popular in other places, thinking of this, Mr. Xiang smiled, he cultivated himself in his early years, but now he is troubled by such mundane things, it really shouldn't be. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mr. Xiang came to the river, sat on a stone bench, looked at the river in front of him, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

At this time, several children walked past Mr. Xiang, and Mr. Xiang smiled at them. The child also smiled at Mr. Xiang's open mouth, and the teeth in his mouth were almost gone.

The child walked over and sang casually: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ten thousand trees sprout today...... Wudang has a Zhang Sanfeng, and the Seven Heroes are invincible...... The wind and dust entered the Central Plains, and the family was so happy to reunite...... Everyone only knows Zhang Wuji, but they don't recognize Pingjiang Zhou Daxia......"

Everyone only knows Zhang Wuji, but they don't recognize Pingjiang Zhou Daxia!

This sentence was like a death knell echoing in Mr. Xiang's heart, and his whole heart was trembling and trembling. Mr. Xiang stood up suddenly, grabbed a child who was currently singing this song, and shouted angrily: "Who taught you to sing this song?" ”

The child had never seen such a battle, and he was so frightened that he cried directly. Mr. Xiang hurriedly put the child down and asked calmly, "Who taught you to sing this song?" ”

"This adult is insane, run." The children ran away, and even the crying child cried as he ran, and soon the children were gone.

Mr. Xiang returned home in a daze, and the woman in the house saw him coming back, and hurriedly asked, "Xiang Sheng, what's wrong?" Isn't it uncomfortable, it's really easy to get sick in the spring. ”

If a woman cares, it becomes sarcasm when it comes to Mr. Xiang, who said angrily: "I'm not sick!" He slapped the table in front of him with a slap.

Then the death knell in my heart, like the devil's wavering, rang again.

"Everyone only knows Zhang Wuji, but they don't recognize Pingjiang Zhou Daxia!!"

Mr. Xiang suddenly exclaimed: "I'm so angry!" ”

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth!

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"Good news, good news, in the past few days, the sales of "Dajiang Daily" have exceeded 5,000, 6,000, 7,000 from 4,000 all the way, and have reached 8,000 circulation!" Winter melon stood on a stool on the first floor, holding a newspaper in his hand and shouting. This move attracted the attention of the surrounding newspaper employees, whether it was the editorial department, the distribution department, or the printing department, they all looked at it, and in a moment, more than 20 people had gathered on the first floor.

In modern times, the act of winter melon must be considered a neurosis, but in the Republic of China, it was normal, and it was normal for many intellectuals to jump on the table and give speeches under the excitement.

"Eight, eight thousand!" Lao Zhang's eyes widened at the door, this is simply an incredible thing, he has been working in this newspaper for four or five years to watch the door, this newspaper has been tepid, at most three thousand sales, and now it has turned over nearly three times, there are already eight thousand.

"Winter melon is right, this data was calculated by us overnight yesterday, to be exact, it should be eight thousand one hundred and fifty." A guy from the printing department came and said,

"Isn't the status of "Dajiang Bao" second only to those newspapers that sell thousands of dollars?" Everyone exclaimed, this is simply incredible, since last week, the sales of "Dajiang Daily" have climbed all the way, at the beginning of 4,000, everyone has been very excited, until 5,000, 6,000, 7,000, every two days, the sales of the newspaper will refresh everyone's cognition, it is simply a miracle, a week can increase so many sales, "Dajiang Daily" has created a unique miracle in history.

"Everyone is happy, everyone is happy, and the salary is going to be raised."

"Hurry up and tell this good news to Manager Cao."

"The main thing is the credit of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", the chapters published in the past few days are called a cool, tell Mr. Yan quickly."

"Yes, yes, tell Mr. Yan quickly." Winter melon thinks about it, Mr. Yan is simply a genius, the previous song "Farewell to Kangqiao" raised the sales of the newspaper to 4,000, plus the subsequent reprinted version of the booklet 1,000 copies, a total of 5,000. This time, "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" exploded directly, and last week it struggled for more than 4,000 for two issues, no, there are not too many, all the way to 8,000!

This is the frenzy that follows the dullness.

"Ahem." Cao Yuan'an just came back from outside, and saw a group of people surrounding the winter melon in the middle, so he coughed twice, and everyone saw that Manager Cao was back, and hurriedly went up to tell Cao Yuan'an about this great event, Cao Yuan'an nodded and said, "I know, hurry up and give me work." ”

Cao Yuan'an went upstairs, and then said to the winter melon: "Let Mr. Wang Liangting come to my office." ”

"Why is this Manager Cao unhappy?"

"Who said that you are not happy, I guess I will go back to the office and steal the fun."

"Who of you raised the salary just now, the manager is afraid that he will hear it."

"Haha, I've been so busy for so many days, I must raise my salary, and no matter how bad it is, there will be a bonus."

"It's really a blessing to Mr. Yan."

Cao Yuanan is naturally very happy that "Dajiang Daily" can have such a big sales, but there has always been a pimple in his heart, as the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the newspaper did not feel when the sales were low, but now the sales suddenly jumped so high, it is indeed a little scary. It seems that the entire newspaper office has to rely on Yan Buwen to eat, so wouldn't it be a disaster for this newspaper whether Yan Buwen continues to write novels in this newspaper office after that.

Probably not, Yan Buwen relied on his father-in-law, even if he left the newspaper, it would be impossible to submit articles to other newspapers. Moreover, I have been friends with Mr. Chen for so many years, Mr. Chen should not treat me badly, maybe I think too much.

However, Miss Chen died early in the spring, and this relationship seems to have faded a lot. First stabilize Yan Buwen, let him be the deputy editor-in-chief of the novel column, so it is easy to say to Mr. Chen, at least there is no disadvantage to Yan Buwen, and Yan Buwen's salary will also have to rise, the deputy editor-in-chief is about 30 yuan a month, give him 40 yuan a month. The remuneration for the author must also be paid in the same way, and the highest one yuan per thousand words will be paid. Now the newspaper has 8,000 sales, and the profit alone is four or five hundred, and it seems that the manuscript fee of one yuan for 1,000 words is still low for Yan Buwen.

Wang Liangting knocked on the door: "Mr. Cao, do you have something to do with me?" ”

Cao Yuanan got straight to the point and said: "Is there still a vacancy for the position of deputy editor-in-chief of the novel column?" ”

Wang Liangting knew that Cao Yuan'an wanted to put someone in, so he said: "There are only two deputy positions in total, and they are gone." ”

Cao Yuan'an was a little angry, why didn't this Wang Pavilion understand what he meant: "Isn't it okay to three?" ”

Wang Liangting saw Cao Yuan'an's eagle-like eyes, his heart was cold, and he reacted: "Yes, yes, I don't know who is coming." ”

"I don't smell it." Cao Yuan'an Road.

"Oh, that's absolutely okay, "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" has been very popular recently, and the sales of our newspaper have risen to more than 8,000." Wang Liangting whispered, and then subconsciously looked at Cao Yuanan's expression, and when he found that Cao Yuanan was not angry, he continued to whisper.

"That's okay, when the time comes, give him the salary of the editor-in-chief, 40 yuan a month, understand?" Cao Yuan'an Road.

"The deputy editor-in-chief is not 30......" Before Wang Liangting finished speaking, he felt that the temperature of the air around him suddenly dropped a lot, and hurriedly changed his words: "Yes, according to the salary of the editor-in-chief." ”

"Okay, remember, the remuneration for the novel will continue to be paid at one yuan per thousand words, let's go." Cao Yuan'an said, but before Wang Liangting walked to the door, Cao Yuan'an said again, "Wait, according to the thousand words three yuan!" ”

Wang Liangting was taken aback, it is said that Xiang Shuai, the grandmaster of the Southern School, and the remuneration given to him by the World Book Company is only five yuan per thousand words: "Three yuan for a thousand words, this, it's not proper, our newspaper has never had such a high manuscript fee, hasn't it always been a dime to one yuan per thousand words?" ”

Cao Yuanan glanced at Wang Liangting, why did this Wang Liangting talk so much recently, it seemed to be very troublesome for him to do something.

Wang Liangting saw that Cao Yuan'an's eyes were not good, and hurriedly agreed: "Three yuan for a thousand words is three yuan." ”

Also on the third floor, Yan Buwen's office, although Yan Buwen has no position, the office is a single room, which is quite satisfactory to him. During this time, in addition to the need to dictate the content to Lu Yan or winter melon every day, at other times, Yan Buwen either exercised or carved wood carving.

Yan Buwen actually didn't learn wood carving, but a few days ago, someone moved a few wood carving products, which made Yan Buwen interested. Yan Buwen There were four wood carvings on the table, a long-haired old man with his eyes closed, the other two men and a woman wearing ancient clothes, and a child, wasn't this Xie Xun, Zhang Wuji and his parents?

This book fan is really interesting, and he directly sent Yan Buwen four "figures".

Wood carving is really the best thing to pass the time, from the morning, carved to the present, not even a head has been carved, my hand joints are sore and unbearable. Forget it, throw the carved sawdust into the bucket, and then clean it up without hearing it, ready to go out for a walk.

Later, Yan Buwen saw a propaganda slogan of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", and he didn't know who wrote it: "Everyone only knows Zhang Wuji, but not Pingjiang Zhou Daxia." "This flowing water poem is quite widespread, if Xiang Shuai hears it, he will be angry.

"Good news, good news, Mr. Yan, congratulations, the newspaper sales have successfully exceeded 8,000!" Winter melon shouted as soon as he came in, obviously very excited, this novel has also poured a lot of effort into him, and he is a little proud of his excitement to achieve such a result.

"Sure enough." Yan Buwen was shocked, sales broke through the sky, "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" is really a masterpiece.

After the winter melon was excited, he said: "Mr. Yan, when I was walking these days, there were a few children who bought newspapers, and they were bought as soon as they wrote "Dajiang Daily", I have never seen this newspaper so popular. It's all driven by Mr. Yan's novels, haha it really grows the ambition of our Xinglong Newspaper, and our peers have to look up to us with admiration. ”

Yan Buwen nodded, the circulation was so high, Yan Buwen didn't think much of it, so he asked casually: "Didn't there be any action from the World Book Company before?" How's it going now. ”