"Yesterday's Dajiang Daily circulation has exceeded 3,000. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Winter Melon smiled.

A newspaper is about a dime, 3000 copies is 300 yuan, of course, the newspaper can't get that much, about 200 yuan is about the same, "Dajiang Daily" is published every two days, a month is counted as 15 days, that is to say, this month can earn up to 3000 yuan, this is the gross profit of the entire newspaper for a month, and the net profit is about 1000.

"Is this more or less?" Yan Buwen was surprised for a while, 3,000 copies are not counted in modern times.

"Many, you have to know that the "Declaration" here in Shanghai has only sold more than 20,000 copies, which is still the peak of a month, and our circulation has exceeded one-tenth of his, isn't it worth being happy?" Winter melon said with a smile, for him, a migrant worker who only has less than ten yuan a month, selling 3,000 copies is indeed an unbelievable thing.

Yan Buwen was relieved when he thought about it, he could make so much money just by selling gossip and novels, and he could be regarded as having business acumen, and he ate the market that newspapers such as "Declaration" and "Ta Kung Pao" did not cover, I have to say that Yan Buwen's father-in-law was very smart, so he began to define his own newspaper correctly.

Look at the newspaper, pass the time, and write the follow-up to "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" on the paper when you are bored, and now it has been written that Zhang Wuji and his parents died tragically on Wudang Mountain, I don't know if I will bring this novel manuscript back to Xiao Rong at noon, what kind of expression Xiao Rong will have, will she strangle Yan Buwen, it is easy for Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu to live a good life for a few years, and they are about to run to a well-off, but they are forced to die.

It's really for the sake of reversal, regardless of the reader's feelings.

"Selfish author." Sure enough, Yan Buwen brought the manuscript of the novel back to Xiao Rong to read, and Xiao Rong came up with this sentence, but she didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Yan Buwen, so she could only say bad things about Yan Buwen behind her back, which made Yan Buwen keep sneezing when she was eating.

"It's warm and cold, Wenxiu, you have to wear more clothes, don't get sick." The mother-in-law said with concern.

The father-in-law was concerned about Yan Buwen's work, Yan Buwen told the truth, and the father-in-law also asked him to learn more, and if he liked it, he would do it in the newspaper.

After the class one day, Yan Buwen didn't do anything practical, just read a few more newspapers, learned about some lace news, and in the afternoon Yan Buwen was writing "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", staying up until four o'clock in the afternoon to get off work, Yan Buwen handed over the novel manuscript to Xiao Rong, and went out for a stroll by himself, originally wanted to go to Ankang Road, but the road was too far, or decided to go after the holiday, so he first wandered around the street, running, exercising, and in a daze.

Seeing the modern women on the street, Yan Buwen also fell into thought, maybe the war has nothing to do with ordinary people, where the fight started in the newspaper, it always feels like watching a TV series, and I don't think it will happen around me. And in the past ten or twenty days since he came to the Republic of China, Yan Buwen rarely watched the army walk around on the streets, and rarely saw any generals, even those who sang operas and acted in movies, but he didn't see any talents. Maybe it's the same as if you work in a big company, maybe you work for a few years, you don't necessarily see the boss, or if you live in Beijing, you rarely see national leaders or big stars.

If it weren't for the architecture and humanities of the Republic of China to remind Yan Buwen that he was in the Republic of China, he would have thought that it was no different from in modern society.

It was not early, so Yan Buwen got up and went home.

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"Ling Yuan, how about it, is there any new poetry born during this time, let your uncle and I publish it in the "Dajiang Daily"." In the Western-decorated building, a middle-aged man with round glasses looked at the gentle and elegant young man in front of him, this young man in front of him was amazing, he returned from studying abroad at a young age, and he also became the editor-in-chief of the literary column of "Shanghai Daily", the scale of "Shanghai Daily" is much larger than that of "Dajiang Daily", and the circulation is more than five times that of "Dajiang Daily", with an average of 15,000 copies, and the most powerful thing is that "Shanghai Daily" is a daily magazine like "Declaration", one issue a day, and the circulation is more than ten times that of "Dajiang Daily".

The middle-aged man with round glasses was also proud of the young man in front of him.

This is also the difference between a large newspaper and a small newspaper, the small newspaper thinks about how to live, while the big newspaper is how to play literature and art.

And what is even more remarkable is the family background of this young man, his father is a wealthy businessman in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, with a lot of money, this villa was bought by his father in Shanghai before, and he happened to return to China to work in Shanghai, so this villa naturally became his residence.

The middle-aged man with round glasses is the general manager of the "Dajiang Daily" newspaper, Cao Yuan'an, and in front of him is his distant nephew, Cao Lingyuan.

Cao Lingyuan's father asked Cao Yuan'an to take good care of him, so the two had a very close relationship.

Cao Yuanan still remembers that last time, Cao Lingyuan wrote a poem that increased the sales of "Dajiang Daily" by more than 300, so he wanted Cao Lingyuan to continue to write a poem and publish it in "Dajiang Daily" to save the dismal sales of "Dajiang Daily".

Cao Lingyuan said distressedly: "Uncle, don't you know, I was won by someone yesterday when I wrote a poem. ”

Cao Lingyuan was still thinking about the fact that Li Yuankang's new poem won him yesterday, and after he went back, he took out the manuscript and pondered it carefully, the more he pondered, the more annoyed he became, the more he felt that he couldn't beat this poem no matter how he wrote it, and he planned to write a few poems in his mind before, but now he thinks that if he can't write a new poem that surpasses this poem, it is better not to write it.

"Beat you? No, you are a doctor of literature, and your poems are a combination of Chinese and Western, both Western romanticism and not detached from reality, who can win you. Cao Yuanan didn't believe it, his nephew was still clear, known as one of the "Eighteen Vernacular Poets", and he should not have been born before he could win him.

Cao Lingyuan took out a draft paper from his pocket and handed it to Cao Yuan'an: "This is the manuscript of the new poem of the person who won me." ”

Cao Yuan'an is also curious now, looking at Cao Lingyuan's expression, it shouldn't seem like he made something out of nothing, so it must be an ironclad fact, so Cao Yuan'an was also curious about this poem, spread out the manuscript paper, and read it carefully: "Gently I'm leaving・・・・・・"

Cao Yuanan nodded while reading it, until the end, nodded frequently, and was speechless in shock, this poem is indeed much better than what Cao Lingyuan wrote before, just the content, it is not the kind of moaning without disease, but there is a kind of elegance. Immediately afterwards, when Cao Yuanan looked at it again, he seemed to notice something, and took a closer look in confusion, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Ling Yuan, the new poet who surpassed you is named Yan Buwen?"

"Don't listen to it?"

Cao Lingyuan took the manuscript paper and read it word by word: "No, what is the name of the one who is better than me, Li Yuankang, isn't it Yan Buwen?" Cao Lingyuan had a mess in his mind, and he didn't find any surprise when he read it from beginning to end, and then Cao Yuanan pointed to the last line of the poem There was a line of small words under it.

Although Cao Lingyuan had read this poem several times at home, he was too angry every time to read the end, so naturally he didn't see the small words below the last line.

"Farewell to Cambridge"

Ignore it.

The atmosphere in the air became quite strange at this time, and now the two of them were silent, as if they were suppressed by an invisible aura, and after waiting for a while, Cao Yuan'an and Cao Lingyuan raised their heads, and their eyes met.

"It's ・・・・・・ to keep this tight"

"Isn't Yan Buwen Mr. Chen's son-in-law?" Cao Yuan'an muttered, he remembered that Mr. Chen's son-in-law Yan Buwen came to the newspaper office to report for work this morning, and it was indeed called by this name.

"Chen Guowei's son-in-law?" Cao Lingyuan asked suspiciously, there was only one Mr. Chen in Cao Yuanan's mouth, and that was Chen Guowei, "Why have I never heard of this person." ”

Cao Yuanan smiled: "It's normal that you haven't heard of it, but Yan Buwen heard that his parents passed away one after another, Mr. Chen made Yan Buwen a door-to-door son-in-law in order to keep his promise, and also paid for him to study abroad, but I didn't expect that after returning from school, Miss Chen died of illness." After all, he is still a PhD from some university in the UK. ”

"I understand, it turns out that Li Yuankang's kid lied to me."

Cao Lingyuan gritted his teeth, extremely angry, now he roughly understands what happened, it must be Li Yuankang, this kid, who got this poem in his hand from Yan Duwen, and then showed off his skills at the class reunion, which is really hateful.

"This kind of despicable villain, poetry can also be stolen."

"I will ruin him." Cao Lingyuan clenched his fists, he was the focus of attention no matter what party he was, he shined, and he was never so aggrieved as he was yesterday.

"Dissipate the anger, dissipate the anger, since his poems are not written by himself, then there is no analogy, and it is not that he is better than you." Cao Yuan'an comforted, his nephew is good at everything, but the heart of fighting and winning is relatively strong, and no one can beat him, I originally thought that going abroad for a few years to study for a few years would be able to calm my mentality, but I don't want to be stronger in fighting and winning, and there is a noble atmosphere of international students, looking down on local bachelors.

"Chen Guowei's son-in-law is strictly unheard, but he really has the talent to make this poem?" After Cao Lingyuan calmed down, he asked, although he didn't lose to the villain Li Yuankang, he indirectly lost to Yan Buwen, which made him still unhappy in his heart, but Yan Buwen is a doctor studying abroad like him, so Cao Lingyuan attributed Yan Buwen to the same kind of person as him, Yan Buwen's poems are better than him, but it won't make him feel ashamed, but he is a little unwilling.

So Cao Lingyuan asked Cao Yuan'an to inquire about Yan Buwen's academic level.

"I haven't heard that Yan Buwen has the level of composing poetry, and his father-in-law, Mr. Chen, has not mentioned it, so I don't know even more." Cao Yuanan said with a smile.

Then Cao Yuanan continued: "Li Yuankang's poem was not written by him, and maybe this poem is not Yan Buwen's doing, and it is impossible to say, you should not be too persistent." ”

Cao Yuanan said with a smile, now a group of literary and artistic young men and women, in order to pretend to be literary and artistic, it is not uncommon to buy and sell poems, buy a good poem to show off at the class reunion, and then you can also get the favor of female classmates, why not, maybe it can develop into a good story. However, Cao Yuanan only guessed that he had been in contact with Yan Buwen in the "Xinglong Newspaper" during the day, and he didn't seem to have the literary style of a poet, and whether this poem was written by him is debatable.