Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

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

Zhao Xiyan reached out and gave him a hug.

"Come on this."

Jin Youwei rolled his eyes, "You are a man who comes to me for no reason. I can't get what you want even if I beg you... 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 start a newspaper."

puff!

Jin Youwei sprayed tea everywhere.

"No, say it again...what are you going to do?"

"I want to start 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's eyes widened. "I admit that your book is well written, but a newspaper is not that simple..."

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

"you……"

Jin Youwei took a deep breath and said, "A copy of the newspaper costs five cents. That's it. We at New Youth print about 30,000 copies a month. After deducting the wages and other expenses, we basically only make a little bit."

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

"Your monthly sales are only 30,000?"

Zhao Xiyan’s eyes widened.

"Monthly sales of 30,000 is already pretty good, okay?" Jin Youwei rolled his eyes. "We, the new youth, may not be particularly outstanding in Beijing, but it's pretty good..."

"Forget it, let's do this...you contact the printing house for me, and I will handle the rest myself." Zhao Xiyan shook his head.

"Brother, publishing a newspaper really doesn't work." Jin Youwei said with a wry smile, "If I could receive a good manuscript, I wouldn't go to Houhai to try my luck..."

"We are on different paths." Zhao Xiyan shook his head and said, "I want to give it a try... to see if I can make it. If I lose money, I can use my own royalties to make up for it."

"you……"

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

"Easy to say."

Zhao Xi nodded with a smile.

After the two of them went out.

Jin Youwei was just about to push his bicycle when he suddenly heard two beeps.

"No, why do 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, there are no private cars these days."

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

Twenty minutes later.

Red Star Printing Factory.

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

Today’s printing equipment is outdated, and workers almost always use movable type to set the type and then print.

"Old Fu..."

Jin Youwei suddenly shouted to an old worker.

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

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

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

five minutes later.

In 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 Minister?"

Lao Fu looked at Zhao Xiyan in surprise.

"Hello, Director Fu."

Zhao Xiyan stretched out his hand.

Lao Fu also subconsciously reached out, but found his hands were covered with ink. When he was about to take them back, Zhao Xiyan grabbed them.

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

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

"I want to start a newspaper and would like to work with you." Zhao Xiyan said softly.

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

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

"Do not ask."

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

"Well."

Jin Youwei was stunned.

This seems to make some sense.

"I plan to publish a daily newspaper. My newspaper will be called 'Dibao'." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "We are just starting now, so we will test the waters... maybe 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.

In ancient times, court reports were official documents of the imperial court, or news of the imperial court.

"You really dare to name it."

Jin Youwei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Okay, two cents a piece, I'll take the job." Fu Qinghe said in a deep voice.

"Can we do it for one cent?" Zhao Xiyan sighed, "Our newspaper is just starting out..."

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

"Let's put it this way... 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 points. If I can make 100,000 copies, I'll give you 3 points. Is that okay?" Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"How can you bargain like that?" Fu Qinghe said in a low voice, "How come the more you sell, the more you give?"

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

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

"Row."

Zhao Xiyan readily agreed.

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

"If I can't do it, I won't bother you anymore in a month. What price can I ask for?" Zhao Xiyan said with a wry smile.

"Too."

Fu Qinghe also sighed.

How can it be so easy to run a newspaper?

“The wontons are here.”

The stall owner brought three bowls of wontons, and the three of them started to eat.

After the meal, Zhao Xiyan and Fu Qinghe agreed that after the first edition of the newspaper was published in three days, they would send Jin Youwei back to New Youth and return to the steel rolling mill themselves.

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

"Bosses, I just borrowed money and you're here to collect the debt?"

"No way."

Yang Jianguo smiled and said, "We came here to see how much money you spent."

“I haven’t spent a penny yet.”

After Zhao Xiyan poured tea for the two of them, he chuckled and said, "If you have anything to say, please tell me now. I still have things to do."

"Minister Zhao, let's revise the contract," Yang Jianguo said sternly, "We will lend you 50,000 yuan, and you will pay us 100,000 yuan... for a period of three years. Except for the 14 people you assigned, you will be responsible for the salaries of the other personnel."

"They are still in charge of the steel mill. Even if you can't accomplish this, it will be the same when they return to the factory..."

"Well."

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.