1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin listened to the news from E Chunming and was keenly aware of the opportunity here. He asked E Chunming in detail about the machine models to be eliminated by Xinhua Factory and the disposal prices.

Lin Weimin was surprised to hear that the machine would be scrapped.

Scraping means that you can buy it at the price of scrap metal. According to E Chunming, although these machines are a little older, they are fully capable of normal production. They are only being eliminated because Xinhua Factory now needs computer printing. .

Early the next morning, the Chinese Literature Society held a meeting. Lin Weimin brought the freshly released sample magazine to the pre-editorial meeting and happily distributed it to everyone.

The work of collecting subscriptions for the new martial arts publication is still continuing. The editorial department of Tongwenshe completed the binding design and layout of the first issue as quickly as possible, and sent the sample issues to Lin Weimin, who then brought these samples to the meeting.

"Come on, come on, our Tongwen Society's first publication is launched. Everyone, take a look and give us your opinions!"

He was asked to give his opinion, but the expression on Lin Weimin's face was nakedly showing off.

"'Heroes of Nine Provinces' is for the people. The name of your publication is quite domineering." Li Shuguang, the vice president of the society, joked.

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "For martial arts publications, the name must be a bit imposing. Readers like this."

Cheng Wuchun took the sample issue and flipped through it. "The design and layout are good. Let's see how the subscription situation is? How many feedbacks have you received now?"

"The total feedback received now is about 20,000 volumes, and it is estimated that there are at least 50,000 volumes."

Cheng Wuchun couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, "There have been orders for 20,000 copies in such a short period of time. The momentum is quite good!"

The subscription volume of a publication that has not yet released its first issue can reach 50,000 copies. Survival is basically not a problem. The remaining suspense is how well it can survive.

Tongwen Society is the sub-brand of the Chinese Literature Society, but Cheng Wuchun handed over all the power of the sub-press to Lin Weimin and rarely interfered with the affairs of the Tongwen Society. I felt sincerely relieved when I heard the good news today.

After struggling for almost half a year, I finally got some results.

After the meeting, Cheng Wuchun and Lin Weimin walked together, "The sales of Jin Yong's collection of works have been good in the past two months. Didn't you say before that you would also introduce Liang Yusheng's works? How's it going?"

"Recently, the editorial department has been busy with "Kyushu Heroes" and has not been able to take care of it! By the way, the first issue of "Kyushu Heroes" will be released soon. There are only four people in the editorial department now, and the strength is too weak. I plan to Transfer four more people from the club, and you will allocate four people to me among this year’s college students.”

Cheng Wuchun said: "You little boy, the lion opened his mouth so big that he wanted eight people at once."

"You have not corrected your thinking! Do you know what the position of Tongwen Society is? It is the cornucopia and money tree of our Chinese Literature Society. You are treating your family's money tree like this?"

"Don't fool me. The first issue of "Heroes of Kyushu" hasn't been released yet, so I don't know what will happen in the future. You are not busy with publishing tasks now. Four people are enough."

Cheng Wuchun rejected Lin Weimin's idea as if Grandet was still alive.

"Lao Cheng, what do you want me to say about you? Why can't our Chinese Literature Society succeed? It's because of your conservative style! Is it too late to increase investment after the results are produced?"

The opposite side that Lin Weimin was talking about was the People's Publishing House, which is located in the same building as the Chinese Literature Society.

Since its establishment, the People's Publishing House's book circulation has been steadily surpassing that of the National Publishing House. Its annual book circulation exceeds 50 million, and in many years it can even reach 60 million.

As for the Chinese Literature Society, the annual book circulation is generally around 35 million, of which 20 million are brought by "Contemporary".

Lin Weimin poked Cheng Wuchun in a sore spot, and he couldn't help but said angrily: "You fart! How many books and periodicals do they order? Can we compare?"

Lin Weimin said: "I don't care. Our Tongwen Society is now seriously short of manpower. You must find a way for me to have at least eight people, otherwise we won't be able to do this job!"

When Cheng Wuchun saw him starting to mess around, he scolded: "Don't do this!"

"Lao Cheng, don't you want to fuck the other person?"

Lin Weimin saw that he was too tough, so he became soft, and asked in the tone of the big bad wolf bewitching Little Red Riding Hood.

When he asked, Cheng Wanchun hesitated.

Lin Weimin continued: "It's only 20 million copies a year. It's difficult for pure literature, but it's not a problem for popular literature. One issue of "Story Club" has 4 million copies, and even if it is a bimonthly publication, it will be published in one year. ”

"Can you really do it?"

"There is definitely no problem in theory. The key question is, can you, the logistics minister, provide high-quality logistics support to our brothers who go to the front line to fight with the enemy with bayonets? You can't let us fight on an empty stomach, right?"

Cheng Wanchun was not stupid, and of course he knew Lin Weimin's purpose in saying these words. However, it was quite impressive to think about doing the People's Society in terms of circulation, but he also knew that he wanted to achieve a circulation of tens of millions of copies. The difficulty of things.

"I think it's disgusting. Do you think publishing is just a house? How can a circulation of 20 million be so easy to chase!"

Lin Weimin observed Cheng Wanchun's expression, and then said, "If you don't believe it, forget it. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

After saying that, he left directly.

Seeing that the method of provoking generals didn't work, Cheng Wuchun caught up with Lin Weimin, "If I give you all the men and horses, how sure are you?"

"Just one person is not enough!"

If you don't speak loudly at this time, you will be sorry for Comrade Lao Cheng's ambition.

"Then what else do you want?"

"You discuss with Xinhua Manufacturers and take over the business of our Tongwen News Agency."

Cheng Wuchun said flatly: "That's impossible. Do you think I run the Xinhua Factory? You don't know about the publications they print. How could they take over the business of Tongwen Press?"

"If Tongwen News Agency doesn't find a printing factory with high printing volume and reliable quality, how will it develop in the future? You are the leader of our superior publishing house. If I don't come to you, who can I go to?"

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't help you," Cheng Wuchun explained.

Lin Weimin looked at him, a look of thought flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he said, "I understand you too. How about we, Tongwen Society, build a printing plant ourselves?"

Cheng Wuchun immediately became alert when he heard this. This kid has been waiting for me here for a long time.

"We, the Chinese Literature Society, don't even have a printing house. Why do you, a subsidiary company, want to build a printing plant?"

"What's the matter? You don't have a popular reading business yet, don't we have one too?"

"Don't be arrogant. Tell me, what kind of tricks are you playing?"

Cheng Wuchun finally couldn't hold it back and asked Lin Weimin to show off his cards.

Seeing that the situation was almost over, Lin Weimin said, "I got news that Xinhua Factory will soon launch computer printing equipment."

Cheng Wuchun thought for a while, "I think I heard their factory director say it during the meeting last month."

"You said you didn't tell me this news earlier!" Lin Weimin complained.

"If someone wants to install new equipment, what does that have to do with us?"

"What does it matter? It matters a lot!" Lin Weimin glared at Cheng Wuchun, with an angry look on his face, and asked: "If he wants to launch new equipment, does he have to eliminate the old equipment?"

Cheng Wuchun nodded, "Yes."

"Do you know the price of the equipment they eliminated?"

Cheng Wanchun shook his head, "I don't know."

Lin Weimin opened his mouth, "The price of scrap iron is that it is scrapped."

Cheng Wuchun understood what Lin Weimin meant, "Do you want to buy their obsolete equipment at a low price and use it to build a printing factory?"

Without waiting for Lin Weimin's reply, he added: "What did you do with the obsolete equipment? Everyone is using computers to print, so why should we buy the printing equipment as an offering to our ancestors?"

"Don't always think about eating a fat man in one go. I don't know how good computer printing is? You don't even look at the price? Can our club afford it? Even if we can afford it, you can't let me do it!"

Lin Weimin complained, but Cheng Wanchun didn't want to hear it, so he waved his hand and said, "Keep talking!"

"I have inquired about it, and the total price of their used machines is only tens of thousands of yuan. If we buy these equipment, and then go to the suburbs to find a village-run enterprise to cooperate with, we can set up our own printing company for less than 100,000 yuan. factory."

At this point, Lin Weimin repeated loudly, "Lao Cheng, our own printing house!"

Cheng Wuchun's head was a little further away from him, "I know, I know."

He thought for a moment and said to Lin Weimin: "Your idea is really good. It's time for our Chinese Literature Society to have its own printing house. I..."

"Stop it!" Lin Weimin made a gesture, "It's not the Chinese Literature Society, it's the Tongwen Society."

"Isn't the printing plant of Guowen Society the same as the printing plant of your Tongwen Society?" Cheng Wuchun said shamelessly.

Lin Weimin glared at Cheng Wuchun angrily, "Old Cheng, you... are shameless!"

Cheng Wuchun knew that he was in the wrong but could not give in at this time. He said with a straight face: "Don't forget, you are not only the president and editor-in-chief of Tongwen Society, but also the editor-in-chief of our Chinese Literature Society."

"No, no, we are at a huge disadvantage." Lin Weimin waved his hands and said.

He hesitated for a moment and then said: "The company has cooperated with Xinhua Factory for so many years. Now they want to upgrade their equipment. The quality of printing and binding in the future will definitely be better than before. The company can't just leave their equipment unused and use ours." Those old equipment of yours?"

Cheng Wuchun thought for a moment that this was also the case. He thought for a moment and said, "That's it. There are too many books that are reprinted every year in the society, so they can be separated out and let our printing house print them. The printing house is our Chinese Publishing House. Except for the printing of reprinted books, all the remaining production capacity in the factory will be given to you. In this way, the company can save a printing fee, and you don’t have to rely on others for your printing business."

Lin Weimin thought about Cheng Wuchun's statement and found that it was somewhat feasible.

"The company reprints hundreds of books every year and prints at least five million copies. Although the business volume of our Tongwen Press is relatively small now, we still need to look at the problem from a development perspective. The production capacity of the new factory may not be enough. ah!"

Lin Weimin talked about the conditions with Cheng Wanchun, and Cheng Wanchun also fell into thought. After a while, he gritted his teeth.

"Two years, if the number of books and periodicals published by your company exceeds five million within two years, the society will expand the scale of the printing plant and give priority to ensuring the business of your Tongwen Society."

Lin Weimin clapped his hands and said loudly: "This is what you said!"

Cheng Wuchun looked at Lin Weimin's expression. For some reason, he felt as if Lin Weimin was waiting for him here!