Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Editor-in-chief Jin, I miss you."

Zhao Xiyan reached out and gave him a hug.

"Don't give me that."

Jin Youwei rolled his eyes, "You are a man who comes to me for no reason. I can't ask you for anything... Just tell me, what's the matter?"

After he poured a cup of tea for Zhao Xiyan, he also took a sip of the tea.

"I want to publish a newspaper."

Puff!

Jin Youwei sprayed a mouthful of tea everywhere.

"No, say it again... What do you want to do?"

"I want to publish a newspaper."

Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "The factory supports me very much and approved 20,000 yuan for me..."

"Is your factory director crazy?" Jin Youwei widened his eyes, "I admit that your book is well written, but a newspaper is not that simple..."

"I know it's not simple, I want to try." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"You..."

Jin Youwei took a deep breath, "Five cents for a newspaper, that's it. Our New Youth prints about 30,000 newspapers a month. After deducting labor and other expenses, we basically make a little money."

"That's it... Even if your book is very popular, we have superiors to help us cover the bottom line, but you can't. If you want to do a daily newspaper, you will lose everything."

"You only sell 30,000 a month?"

Zhao Xiyan's eyes widened.

"30,000 a month is already very good." Jin Youwei rolled his eyes, "Our New Youth is not particularly outstanding in the city, but it is already very good..."

"Forget it, this way... you contact the printing company for me, and I will handle the rest myself." Zhao Xiyan shook his head.

"Brother, it's really not feasible to run a newspaper." Jin Youwei said with a wry smile, "If I could get a good manuscript, I wouldn't go to Houhai to try my luck..."

"We are taking different routes." Zhao Xiyan shook his head, "I want to try... to see if I can do it. If I lose, I will use my own manuscript fee to make up for it."

"You..."

Jin Youwei shook his head and stood up and said, "Okay, I'll take you to find a printing company, but let's make it clear in advance that if we can't reach an agreement, you can't blame me."

"Okay."

Zhao Xi nodded with a smile.

After the two went out.

Jin Youwei was about to push his bicycle when he suddenly heard two "beeping" sounds.

"No, how come you still have a car?"

"I bought it for 20,000 yuan, get in the car." Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"Go to hell, where can you find a private car now."

Jin Youwei rolled his eyes and was too lazy to ask him how he got the car. After all, Zhao Xiyan's newspaper was a joke in his eyes.

Twenty minutes later

Red Star Printing Factory.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan approached, he heard a "boom boom" sound.

The current printing equipment is old, and almost all of them are printed by workers using movable type.

"Old Fu..."

Jin Youwei suddenly shouted to an old worker.

The old worker was about forty years old, with gray hair and ink all over his hands. After seeing Jin Youwei, he turned his head and said a few words to a young man, then walked over.

"Let's go, let's talk outside."

Jin Youwei took him and walked out of the factory, and Zhao Xiyan followed them closely.

Five minutes later.

At a small stall far away from the printing factory.

Jin Youwei ordered three bowls of wontons, and then introduced, "This is Zhao Xiyan, the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill..."

"Deputy director?"

Old Fu looked at Zhao Xiyan in surprise.

"Hello, Director Fu."

Zhao Xiyan stretched out his hand.

Old Fu also subconsciously reached out, but found that his hands were full of ink. When he was about to take them back, Zhao Xiyan held them.

"This is Fu Qinghe from Red Star Printing House." Jin Youwei chuckled.

"Minister Zhao, what do you want to see me about?" Director Fu said seriously.

"I want to run a newspaper and want to cooperate with you." Zhao Xiyan said softly.

"Daily, weekly or monthly?" Director Fu said in a deep voice.

"No, Old Fu... Why don't you ask him why he runs a newspaper at such a young age?" Jin Youwei scolded with a smile.

"Don't ask."

Director Fu shook his head and said, "He can become a deputy minister at such a young age, he must be capable... Since he dares to run a newspaper, I dare to print it for him."

"Hmm."

Jin Youwei was stunned.

This seems to make some sense.

"I plan to publish a daily newspaper. My newspaper's name is 'Dibao'." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "We are just starting now, so we are testing the waters... about 10,000 copies a day."

"'Dibao'? It's not a word I know, right?" Jin Youwei opened his mouth wide.

"It's the word you know." Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

Dibao, in ancient times, was the official document of the court, or the courtNews of the court.

"You really dare to name it."

Jin Youwei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Okay, two cents a copy, I'll take it." Fu Qinghe said in a deep voice.

"Can you do it for one cent a copy?" Zhao Xiyan sighed, "Our newspaper is just starting..."

"One cent is too little, I won't do it." Fu Qinghe shook his head.

"How about this... If I can make 20,000 copies, I'll give you 1.51, if I can make 50,000 copies, I'll give you 2, if I can make 100,000 copies, I'll give you 3, is this okay?" Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"How can you bargain like that?" Fu Qinghe said in a muffled voice, "Why do you give more the more you sell?"

"My first step now is to keep my newspaper alive." Zhao Xiyan sighed, "If I can't survive... even if you only ask me for 5 cents a copy, it's useless, right?"

Fu Qinghe looked at Zhao Xiyan carefully, and after a long while he spoke, "Okay, just consider it as my encouragement to the new newspaper... But one cent a copy can only allow you to work for one month, after one month, I want two cents."

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan readily agreed.

"Well, why don't you bargain?" Fu Qinghe said in surprise.

"If I can't make it, I won't bother you after one month, so what price can I bargain for?" Zhao Xiyan said with a wry smile.

"That's right."

Fu Qinghe also sighed.

How can it be so easy to run a newspaper?

"The wontons are here."

The owner of the stall brought three bowls of wontons, and the three of them ate them up.

After eating, Zhao Xiyan and Fu Qinghe agreed to publish the first edition of the newspaper three days later, and then sent Jin Youwei back to New Youth, and went back to the steel mill.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yang Jianguo and Li Weimin sitting in his office.

"Boss, I just lent you money, and you're asking for it?"

"How could that be."

Yang Jianguo said with a smile, "We came to see how much money you've spent."

"Not a penny yet."

After Zhao Xiyan poured tea for the two, he chuckled, "What's the matter? Tell me now. I have things to do."

"Minister Zhao, let's change the contract." Yang Jianguo said seriously, "We'll lend you 50,000, and you'll pay us 100,000... for three years. Except for the 14 people you assigned, you'll pay for the salaries of the other staff."

"You're still in charge of the steel mill. Even if you can't do this, they'll be the same when they return to the factory..."

"Hmm."

Zhao Xiyan reached out and touched his forehead, and said in horror, "Director, if it doesn't work, how about we find a doctor? If the doctor doesn't work, we can find a temple..."

Puff!

Li Weimin laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward.