Prisons are not good places in any era, especially those of ancient times.

The damp and dirty ground beneath his feet, the moans of the prisoners in pain in the cubicles, and several ill-intentioned fellow prisoners looked at Zhou Huan with a cruel smile not far away, and talked about how they concocted those poor people from time to time.

Such a scene has lasted for two hours, and ordinary people would have collapsed long ago if they were in this situation, but Zhou Huan still sat upright, as if none of this had happened.

"Wanting to get what you want from a person often knocks off his dignity first, making him fear and fear ......"

What came to Zhou Huan's mind was the story told to him by a torture instructor in the first world, in those backward countries, many businessmen with thin assets went to prison, thinking that they were innocent and could get away with money, but they didn't know that they had long been fat sheep in the eyes of the jailers.

"They will let the most vicious person intimidate or even beat that person, and make him understand the difference between inside and outside for the first time, and if the person does not give in, then there will be a pretending good person to come forward......

But why should I suffer such a sin? Those people are just asking for money and shares, and the layout on the outside should be about the same. ”

Glancing at the hideous prisoners around him, Zhou Huan knocked on the railing.

"Are there any living people? Let your chief come and talk to me. ”

On the other side, the Beijing Times newspaper.

Lin Danian and Qingmeng were sweating profusely in the newspaper office, but they didn't know what they were busy with!

Lin Danian is a scholar found by Zhou Huan, and is called a talented senior editor-in-chief by Zhou Huan, this person is a little proud in Qingmeng's eyes, but Zhou Huan's praise again and again makes Qingmeng think that Lin Danian is a great talent.

"I just have a little new idea, but the specific implementation still depends on Lin Danian and them, it can be said that after a while, they will be released alone, and they will be able to take charge on their own. ”

Zhou Huan introduced Qingmeng and others like this, Lin Danian even thought that he would be able to take charge of himself a long time ago, but when Zhou Huan was suddenly absent, when they started to do things, they knew what was called a thousand things, and what was called the devil in the details!

What's more, the current situation is ten times more complicated than before, when no one paid attention to the Beijing Times before, Zhou Huan was completely free to publish articles, etc., but now things are so big, and all parties have intervened, whether it is advertisements or layouts, or some articles.

And most importantly, everyone is not satisfied!

This situation can be explained by a situation in Zhou Huan's world, if a movie does not have a good director, and then the screenwriters go their own way, the outside world interferes to remove those scenes that make the top uncomfortable, and the people below the independent characteristics dare not take risks, and the best scripts will become a pile of garbage.

It's like the same ingredient, a good chef can cook a good meal, and some people can burn it into black charcoal, and the pile of garbage in front of everyone now is the Beijing Times!

Qingxu Daoist, Liu Gonggong, and an official from the Ministry of Rites looked at the first version in front of them, and all three of them were sneering. What the hell is this? The Beijing Times reads like a bunch of stinking shit right now!

"Everyone, this Beijing Times is not bad, although there are still some areas that need to be improved, but ......"

What Lin Danian put in front of everyone, he felt that it was not bad, but compared with the previous Beijing Times, it was not worth mentioning at all!

"Stand down. ”

Gonggong Liu frowned and asked Lin Danian to step down.

"Now it's not just one Beijing Times, there are already seven or eight different types of newspapers in the capital, you have to think clearly, it's easy to smash the sign. ”

This is the most important thing, there are already people imitating the Beijing Times, and a lot of manpower and material resources have been invested, if the Beijing Times is at the current level, then everything will be closed.

What to do, what to do?

"To do a good job, the most important thing is to make this thing can develop benignly, such as disaster year relief, boiled porridge can not be too thin, but not too thick, the same is true for running a newspaper, I understand that you want to promote the urgency of the secret book and spirit, but first of all, let one thing develop better, don't rush to use administrative means, commercial means are sometimes very good. ”

"Go to Wang Huan, the Wudang faction has been very cooperative this time, and I believe there are many people who want to run a newspaper. ”

In the prison, Zhou Huan has changed to a neat cell, there are no other prisoners here, Zhou Huan can do whatever he wants here, every day there are big fish and meat, and from time to time there are foreign guests to visit, just like a monk, a Confucian, an official and a woman who came to visit today, these four people are all famous masters in the rivers and lakes.

The monk is an eight-fingered head, not that the monk only has eight fingers, but that he understands the eight fingering skills of Shaolin Temple. Each of these Jianghu people can become famous and make a career as long as they learn to penetrate, but he is proficient in eight!

Confucianism is a lecturer at Bailu Academy, he has no reputation in the rivers and lakes, and he only practices one kind of martial arts in his life.

At the age of thirty-five, he has the loudest reputation among the three people, because his subordinates don't know how many heroes in the rivers and lakes have been captured.

As for the woman, it is Bai Ziyu of the Huashan faction, a mature woman who is as beautiful as a flower.

Someone prepared a table of delicious food for Zhou Huan, and Eight-Fingered Toutuo was also very happy to eat wine and meat, and Zhou Huan told these people his experience in running a newspaper while eating.

"To do one thing, especially a big thing, you must first make a balance between the payments, otherwise you can't do it at all, I was the first person to eat crabs, and naturally I ate a mouth full of oil, and now the latecomers want to keep up, it's a little difficult, so I can't learn from me completely. ”

Zhou Huan entered the prison cell, and for those confession transcripts, everything was directly drawn, and whoever wanted Zhou Huan's shares could also go to such an interested person to find it? The magnates who wanted to encroach on the Jinghua Times not only wanted to be shareholders for dividends, but they also wanted to monopolize profits, so these people started at the Jinghua Times while asking someone to run a new newspaper outside.

But everyone has never been in contact with newspapers, and the Beijing Times has released two new editions with extremely poor results, so that everyone can suddenly realize that Zhou Huan is really the only one who can really understand this kind of thing.

"The effect of advertising was so good at the beginning, because people have never seen such an advertising method, and even take the advertisement seriously, so it can be sold for a lot of money in a short time, but you ......"

Zhou Huan's words were not concealed, which made the people around him fascinated, and it was under his analysis that many people understood why Zhou Huan did those things in the first place.

The avenue is easy to find, the magic is rare, everyone knows the truth, but how to do it is difficult.

"Isn't Mr. Wang afraid of the Wudang faction holding grudges?"

The lady of Huashan poured a glass of wine and brought it to Zhou Huan.

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but I'm a bull temper and don't like to be betrayed, I asked myself if I was sorry for the Wudang faction, I naturally broke up with them when they crossed the river and demolished the bridge. Anyway, without Zhang Butcher, it's not that he can't eat pork, maybe I will do better without the Beijing Times. ”

"So Mr. Wang, isn't your Xiaoao Jianghu serialized?"

Eight-Fingered Toutuo asked from the side.

"Of course serialized, do you want to know the development later in the story, it's very interesting. ”

Zhou Huan looked at Bai Ziyu with a smile, the beautiful woman of the Huashan faction was plump and colorful, like a blooming peony.

"It is said that the gentleman's sword got the sunflower cheats, and he is ruthless......"

Mrs. Ning was grabbed by Elder Bao and pressed to the edge of the pool...... Half an hour later, Mrs. Ning lay on the edge of the pond with a crimson face......"

Zhou Huan told about the smile of the rivers and lakes after the demon reform, watching Bai Ziyu's face getting redder and redder, looking at her angry teeth itching but helpless to take herself, looking at her bulging but bulging chest, as well as the blocking of the eight-fingered head and the famous catcher chasing the wind, he smiled and added a little more material to the story.

"By the way, in fact, when I was doing the Beijing Times a few days ago, I thought about one thing, and I was going to publish Wudang Changquan and Tai Chi Thirteen Styles in the newspaper, but unfortunately I don't have the opportunity now. ”

"What?"