Mixed in Datang to be a son-in-law

"Lang Jun."

Seeing the carriage, Liu Bo rushed to meet it.

"I heard that you have made a small font?" Zhou Jinyan jumped off the carriage and asked with a smile.

"Actually, it's not too difficult, but it takes a little time."

Liu Bo invited him in, "Lang Jun said that the quality should be good, so we spent more time."

Zhou Jinyan looked at the typeface that Liu Bo took out, "Yes, seaweed, there is a reward."

Liu Bo said happily, "Thank you for your reward, sir."

"This is what you deserve."

"Uncle Liu, the bounty is in the carriage, send someone to get it." Haizao shouted outside.

Liu Bo sweated a lot, and quickly winked at a guy next to him.

"Uncle Liu, take a look at the typesetting of my newspaper."

Zhou Jinyan handed the layout of the newspaper to Uncle Liu, and then took out the newspaper, "This is a newspaper designed by us. In the future, someone will write articles and publish them for sale. What do you think?"

Uncle Liu is also literate, and his brain is easier to use than ordinary people. After just a few glances, he discovered the huge business opportunities in this newspaper.

"Good news," Uncle Liu excitedly said, "Could it be that this is the upgraded version of Dibao?"

"Okay," Zhou Jinyan looked at him unexpectedly, "You are right, it seems that our movable type printing is also an upgraded version of engraving printing. Do you think we can make a lot of money with this newspaper in the future?"

Uncle Liu stroked his short beard and said with a smile: "It will definitely make|money, and there will definitely be many people who will come to us to advertise, let us promote it to them."

Zhou Jinyan gave a thumbs up, "That's right, the problem now is the typeface, I have already designed the layout, and you can look at the design for the rest, and we will gradually simplify it in the future."

Liu Bo frowned and said, "This is divided into four sections. When our newspaper becomes famous in the future, where will the advertisement be published?"

"here."

Zhou Jinyan pointed to the middle of the newspaper, "This is the vacant space left by the two pages, and any news can be posted in it."

As expected of a veteran, Liu Bo put forward some opinions, and Zhou Jinyan nodded frequently. For example, the size of a piece of news cannot always be determined according to the typesetting.

Zhou Jinyan accepted his opinion humbly, and finally found that Liu Bo didn't need to worry about him at all. As long as there was news, he could definitely make the typesetting better. "

"I'll leave it to you to do all of this from now on."

Zhou Jinyan said: "You will be in charge of the other shops. The typefaces have not been finished yet, so I will take care of you."

Liu Bo didn't have any mood swings, he just nodded.

"The rough template of typesetting will be sent by someone in the future. Your Shengpingfang is responsible for the first typesetting, and you can increase or decrease it appropriately. After copying, send the copied other newspapers to other printing shops for printing."

"it is good."

Liu Bo nodded solemnly.

Zhou Jinyan breathed a sigh of relief, "If you have any difficulties, you can tell me directly. From tomorrow, the Chang'an Newspaper will be officially established, and the first newspaper of the Tang Dynasty will be officially published."

The simplicity of the matter was beyond Zhou Jinyan's expectations, but it made sense after thinking about it.

"I'll go back first, you prepare enough newspapers, by the way, five hundred copies."

"Will it be a little too much?" Liu Bo pondered.

"Not much?"

Zhou Jinyan said in his heart that in the future, it is estimated that there will be at least a thousand copies every day, but now it is only [-] copies.

"Then try it." Liu Bo said: "Anyway, we can't sell it, and we can sell it at a low price."

"By the way, who is responsible for selling newspapers?"

Zhou Jinyan slapped his head and thought of everything, but he forgot about it.

"I haven't decided on this yet, let me think about it."

Zhou Jinyan thought of selling newspaper kiosks, and printing shops can sell newspapers by themselves, but obviously the early publicity is not enough.

There is going to be a competition with the Wang family soon, and if this kind of publicity continues, it may not necessarily bear fruit in a month.

"Lang Jun, I know someone, maybe I can let him sell it."

"What are you doing?" Zhou Jinyan said in a daze, "What good sales methods does he have?"

"I know a friend who is a beggar. Maybe I can ask him for help. He has many people under his command."

"beggar?"

Zhou Jinyan was stunned for a moment, and thought for a while, "Well, you don't need to ask him to find some people, just ten or twenty, clean them up, and use them exclusively for our newspaper office in the future. If you have any news, go to the newspaper office to inform , every month, rewards are given according to the number of messages."

Liu Bo said with a smile: "I don't think they need any rewards, as long as they can enjoy a meal."

"Okay, you can do as you see fit, take [-]% of the printing shop's profit every month, and reserve it for you and those people's meals."

"Thank you sir."

Zhou Jinyan took Yueji back to the mansion, and after taking out the articles of those people, he took a look at them and found that the dialogue was still a bit blunt, with a sense of literary talent.

"Ah Qi, go and call them all to the yard."

Ah Qi whispered: "Lang Jun, can't they write well?"

"What are these things?"

Zhou Jinyan said displeased: "Many people have read the book for a few days and only know a few words. If you look at what is written, do you expect them to understand it?"

Ah Qi laughed dryly.

"Remember, what we are dealing with are all people who can recognize a little bit of writing, not those talented scholars and talented women who insist on words every day. The style of writing must be plain, and we must express it as simply as we can."

"But that's concise enough."

Ah Qi defended in a low voice, "If it is more concise, some people will definitely say that our article has no foundation after reading it, and it will be implicated to the point of looking down on our newspaper, saying that we have no culture."

"Who are those people? Talented men and women, or those officials who don't eat grains?"

Zhou Jinyan felt that Ah Qi's thinking needs to be changed, "Ah Qi, you have to remember that we are not scholars now, let alone officials, and making money is our primary goal, that is to say, the opinions of those talented men and women, We don't have to worry about it."

"They like romance, we write about it every day, will they buy it? Those officials like to watch songs and dances, we write about it, will they buy it?"

"Ah Qi, remember who our main earners come from!"

Zhou Jinyan got up and patted him on the shoulder, "Go and call them, maybe you don't need to understand now, just obey the order."

"Yes, sir!"

yard.

Zhou Jinyan looked at a group of people standing in four rows, and raised a stack of manuscript paper in his hand, "Everyone, I think it is necessary to say a few words to you."

"Consort Zhou, tell me."

In front of the queue, a young man who looked particularly clever said hurriedly.

"Who wrote this manuscript?"

Zhou Jinyan pulled out a sheet from the inside, "This is the whole story, by the way, it's about young children bullying an old man in the south of the city."

Chapter 357 Come on!

"Children in the south of the city bullied me to be weak? Who wrote it? Raise your hand."

"it's me!"

In the last row, a tall, but poorly dressed man raised his hand.

"come here."

Zhou Jinyan waved at him.

The man walked up to him tremblingly, not daring to take a breath.

Zhou Jinyan smiled at him and said, "Your article is very well written, really very well."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you son-in-law for your compliment."

"But what I want to say is, is it feasible to use less of these characters in the future?"

Zhou Jinyan took out another one, "Look at this article, his literary talent is not as good as yours, his writing style and even his diction are not as good as yours, but if I had to choose, I would definitely choose this one as the content to publish."

The man's face was pale.

"don’t worry."

Zhou Jinyan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "You are much better than him, just cut down on words and try to be as straightforward as possible. What do you think?"

"I can do it." The man said blankly: "It's just that the literary talent should be as good as possible?"

"You're right." Zhou Jinyan said: "But it also depends on the subject of the service. How many people need talented scholars and talented women with high literary talents? Our newspaper office has to write and serve them all day long. , how do you make money?"

"We must know how to be flexible and know who the main object of our service is. This must be understood."

Zhou Jinyan glanced at him, and then looked at everyone, "Everyone, work under my hands. I can guarantee that this job will be the envy of everyone in Chang'an. But at the same time, you must also understand that our goal is to earn money. money, not to show off your literary talent, understand?"

"Understand!"

Everyone replied together, there are no idiots here, only people who don't want to be listened to.

"very good."

Zhou Jinyan said: "Unless there are special circumstances in the future, don't blame me for driving that person away. If you really don't understand, read this article and see how it is written. It's much simpler and more straightforward. good."

Leaving the manuscript paper behind, Zhou Jinyan turned and left.

Everyone swarmed up and found their manuscripts one after another.

"Who has to be a model essay?" Someone asked casually.

"Haha, mine."

A young man raised the article in his hand, "Everyone, I should have said it earlier, the simpler the better, Ah Qi has already said it. You still don't believe it."

"Show us."

The young man proudly handed him the letter paper in his hand.

Everyone passed his letter paper, just looked at it for a while, then curled their lips and said: "What kind of thing is this, this is also called writing?"

"That's right, the son-in-law's vision is too bad, my writing is ten thousand times better than his writing."

"Hey, who makes someone the master. You can only write like this."

"I can't give full play to my talent, and I still have to suppress my writing. This is a mess." Someone sighed, looking at the manuscript paper in his hand, with a look of regret.

"What's your name?"

Ah Qi walked over at some point, and said angrily: "If you don't want to write, get out of here now, and remember clearly, Mr. Lang asked you to come here for work, and you have to listen to what he says. There are plenty of disobedient people who can replace you."

Everyone was silent, not daring to say anything more.

"I feel that I am very powerful. If you are inferior to your talents, and those who look down on businessmen, get out of here immediately."

After waiting for a while, seeing that everyone was silent, Ah Qi took a piece of paper and waved it, "This is a contract for you guys, take a look at it, sign it if you think it's okay, if you don't think it's not, you can get out now."

"Let me see."

The young man who was praised before hurriedly took the paper, read it carefully, and immediately signed his name on it.

Seeing that everyone signed, Ah Qi nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, I hope that in the future, you all understand what you are doing and who you are working for. Don't be confused with me all day long. You can do whatever you want. This contract is not to restrain you, but to let you know what you are doing. What are you doing?"

"Understood?" Ah Qi asked loudly.

"Understood!" Everyone | loudly replied.

"In the future, I will be in charge of you." Ah Qi continued: "Two days a shift, those who went to interview yesterday, quickly rewrite the manuscript paper, and prepare to publish it tomorrow. For the rest, your manuscript will be published the day after tomorrow. , the news needs to be tomorrow, but today is also fine. These two days are relatively loose."

"But when we get back on track, the news of the manuscript published that day must be from the day before yesterday, understand?"

After the training, Ah Qi blew his whistle and returned to the front yard. Ah Wu and Ah Jiu came up to greet him, and they punched him, "Fifth brother is fine, he will be an official in a blink of an eye."