"Hello? Is this Ta Kung Pao? I want to subscribe! Yes, starting from this issue! I've already bought today's issue, you guys are doing a great job! I'll keep following you!"
"Excuse me, are there any newspapers left today? I am a representative of the Hong Kong University Students' Union. We would like to purchase a large batch and organize students to discuss social issues..."
The editor-in-chief of the Social Welfare Group was almost surrounded. He held a sales forecast report for retail outlets, the ink of which had not yet dried, in his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse with excitement:
"It's booming! It's booming! According to preliminary reports from several core retail outlets in Central, Wan Chai, and Mong Kok, within less than an hour after the sale started at 7 o'clock, the sales volume increased by nearly three times compared to the same time yesterday... Three times!
The editorial office phone was flooded with calls, all asking where to buy newspapers! I have approved the printing factory's application for additional printing, and it will start working at full capacity immediately!"
The entire editorial department felt like it had been given a shot of adrenaline. All the editors and reporters had an incredible excitement on their faces. The huge sense of success and mission dispelled the fatigue from days of running around.
This sudden influence and sales miracle far exceeded their most optimistic expectations!
Who would have thought that just by adopting the latest suggestion above of "going deep into the grassroots, addressing the pain points of people's livelihood, and speaking out boldly", the first shot would be so loud!
At the same time, there was also jubilation in the office of the Wenhui Daily's In-depth Investigation Department, albeit with a hint of lingering fear and relief.
Lao Zhang, the chief reporter in charge of the Kowloon Walled City series, took off his sweat-soaked hat, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and sighed to the people around him:
"Wow, this effect is... earth-shattering! Brothers sent to various districts this morning reported back that newsstands in Yau Tsim Mong, Sham Shui Po, and especially near Kowloon City were almost sold out!
Readers surrounded the newsstand and asked us when the next issue would be published, just like they were following a TV series.
The editor next to him smiled and added: "When the boss heard the news, he was so excited that he almost fell down the stairs. He said he was 'a little scared', but he never stopped smiling!
Instruct us to continue to go deeper as planned, and first of all, we must pay more attention to safety! Also, the advertising department just called the internal line and said that several big advertisers have called and asked if there is any space for advertising on today's page, and the bids are quite considerable!"
Old Zhang was stunned and almost dropped the towel in his hand. "No way? Even the advertisements came with it? I really won big!"
The laughter in the office hadn't stopped yet when the landline rang again. Editor Xiao Chen grabbed the receiver and after listening, he widened his eyes and shouted:
"Boss! The financial reporter from Sing Tao Daily called us and said they wanted to invite us to have some tea and 'chat'. They wanted to know where the inside information for the article about Hang Seng Real Estate came from! They are obviously anxious!"
Amid the jubilation, the door of the editor-in-chief's office was flung open. The old president leaned on a cane, every wrinkle on his face was shaking, but he tried to keep his voice calm: "Well... selling well is a good thing! But brothers, be extra careful when entering the Walled City, the people in the society are not running a charity hall!
Print more copies? Of course! Print until readers are eager to get them!"
He looked around the room at the excited faces and added in a low voice, "Also, the advice from above is amazing... From now on, dig deeper into all social news!"
Almost at the same time, the editorial office of the Overseas Chinese Daily on Argyle Street in Kowloon City was swept by a typhoon. The editor-in-chief slammed several leftist newspapers on the conference table, and the smell of ink mixed with his angry roar: "What madness! Ta Kung Pao pretends to be a labor expert? Wen Wei Po thinks he is an explorer? And the Hong Kong Commercial Daily! Name and name HSBC? Do you think our financial page is dead?!"
The assistant wiped his sweat and stammered, "Boss... The customers of the Wan Chai teahouse started to quarrel as soon as they heard that HSBC favored the big real estate developers. They said that Huaqiao only knew how to write about love and romance! The lady at the Queen's Road newsstand said that eight out of ten newspapers were snatched away this morning. The Commercial Daily..."
"Take action immediately!"
The editor-in-chief slammed his fist on the table. "Put some explosive news on the front page tomorrow! Workers? Walled City? Let's dig deeper! Send the brave ones into the wooden shantytown of Tsz Wan Shan and take some close-ups of the slums! And find someone familiar in the accounting firm to expose the dark side of the audit of listed companies! Don't let them monopolize the market!"
This thunder had already blown out of the high walls of the newspaper.
In the HSBC Building in Central, several British managers in neat suits looked grimly as they passed around the front page of the Hong Kong Commercial Daily. The glass curtain wall reflected the morning light of Victoria Harbour, but the blond foreigners were fidgeting:
“Bloody hell! Call legal team now! How dare they publish this?
At the entrance of Sham Shui Po's Pei Ho Market, fishmonger Sheng was scraping fish scales while chatting with a vegetable vendor: "Have you read Wen Wei Po? The photos in the Walled City are more amazing than those taken in a movie! I heard there will be a sequel tomorrow about the drug racket!"
The housewife who was buying groceries snatched the newspaper and said, "If I had known, I would have saved money to subscribe to Sing Tao. What a loss!"
As the tram passed Des Voeux Road, two white-collar workers were arguing with briefcases between them: "That photo in the Ta Kung Pao is so sad! Our company should also reduce working hours! The Overseas Chinese? It's useless! It only publishes celebrity gossips!"
At the newsstand on Yee Wo Street in Causeway Bay, an old man was busy collecting money and scolded the young man who came to restock the stock: "You are crazy! Wen Wei Po has been reprinted three times and it's all sold out! A right-wing newspaper? No one wants it! All the newsstands in Hong Kong are dominated by the left today!"
The morning light grew brighter and brighter, and the sea breeze from Victoria Harbour dispersed the mist, but it could not disperse the enthusiasm for discussing newspapers throughout the city - from that day on, no one on Hong Kong Island dared to look down on those left-wing newspapers that "dared to tell the truth".
However, what they did not know was that the reason these left-wing newspapers had undergone such a huge change was all because of a young man from the mainland.
At this time, the young man was walking in an ordinary street in Sham Shui Po, looking at the left-wing newspapers that were being snapped up on newsstands.
Lin Huowang smiled slightly and said:
"Today's left-wing newspapers have created such a sensation with just one move? Mr. Liao must be laughing his ass off in his office right now. The left-wing has no taboos about reporting on livelihood news that normal newspapers dare not report.
Now, these foreign companies and capitalists in Hong Kong will have a headache! Haha..."
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