This afternoon, Jing Zhe had Zhang Xiaoyu deliver 500 jars of strong liquor to Wenxiangju. After learning that Wenxiangju already belonged to Jing Zhe, Zhang Xiaoyu delivered another truckload in the evening.
That's why Jing Zhe saw her off.
“Actually, five hundred jars are enough. You don’t need to rush to send another one.”
"It's okay, just store the extras. We'll need them sooner or later."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, not daring to say that she just wanted to come and see him again, and then pretended to be serious and said, "But it's a deal, not a single penny less!"
"Of course! I would never betray my own people!"
Upon hearing "one of their own," Zhang Xiaoyu laughed again.
"The story that Bai Lu girl told just now was really wonderful. You must have come up with it yourself, right?"
Jing Zhe nodded, "There's a second half in tomorrow's newspaper, and you'll definitely like the other sections too."
"The newspaper you made is really good! After all, not every woman is as lucky as your second sister, Zhu Sheren, who is not only able to read and write, but also able to show her face in public."
Many young ladies, much like myself, have studied reading and writing, but have never had the opportunity to attend poetry gatherings or hear the works of talented scholars. Your newspaper has fulfilled the dreams of people like us! I thank you on their behalf!
As he spoke, he placed his hands at his waist and curtsied.
Jing Zhe quickly reached out to help her up, saying, "Isn't it too formal to talk about this with someone like us?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at him, "What...is our relationship?"
What kind of relationship do you think it should be?
"..."
Zhang Xiaoyu's skin was ultimately not as thick as Jing Zhe's. The question she had originally posed was rejected, and she dared not answer it again.
Jing Zhe then told Zhang Xiaoyu about his plans.
"Now, Da'an Newspaper is mine, Wenxiangju is mine, Zhangjia Distillery is ours... Moreover, as long as the newspaper opens branches in other places and paves the way, the distillery and Wenxiangju can also open branches there. Wenxiangju has strong liquor as its selling point, while the distillery has Wenxiangju as its sales platform, complementing each other. Plus, with the newspaper's promotion, it's hard not to succeed! Xiaoyu, what do you think?"
"I will obey your orders, young master."
As they talked, they unknowingly arrived outside the Zhang family's gate.
"Xiaoyu, go back. I have something to do."
Looking at Jing Zhe with her crescent-shaped eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu asked, "Young Master, do I have to go and steal tomorrow's newspaper myself?"
"No need. If you have to rob it, I'm really not a good enough person! I'll just send someone to deliver the newspaper to you!"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and nodded, then skipped home.
...
Jing Zhe naturally wanted to repay the society.
With only one night left before the first issue of the newspaper is released, Jing Zhe is about to hold one last mobilization meeting.
The newspaper office was brightly lit.
Laughter and chatter continued as Jing Zhe entered; everyone stopped and stared at him.
Jing Zhe clapped his hands and laughed, "I saw your performance. Not bad, you are worthy of being my men!"
Those guys who fabricated friendships in Wuxian Garden and Wenxiang Residence were obviously from the newspaper; their performance was impeccable.
"Thank you very much, President Jing!"
With Jing Zhe's affirmation, it seemed that all the hard work they had put in over the past few days had not been in vain, and they no longer felt tired. Everyone responded excitedly.
"I originally wanted to treat everyone to a relaxing outing, but considering that tomorrow is the important day for the release of our first issue of the newspaper, and we can't afford any mistakes, I've decided to hold a celebration for everyone after the newspaper is released! Of course, it doesn't matter whether it's a success or not!"
"..."
Even if Jing Zhe hadn't said anything, these people wouldn't have been in the mood to go out. To them, the newspaper was like their child, something they had painstakingly created. Tomorrow was the day it would be published, and they were more excited than anyone else!
But upon hearing Jing Zhe's last sentence, everyone felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"President Jing, it's not a matter of success or failure, it's only a matter of success!"
On behalf of everyone, Chen Jiannan expressed his determination to Jing Zhe.
Jing Zhe chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, looking at everyone: "What, you all think the same way!"
"Yes, President Jing!"
The crowd moved in perfect unison, their momentum unstoppable.
Jing Zhe smiled and nodded, "Very good, that's exactly the attitude we need! If you don't even have confidence in yourselves, then this newspaper will definitely fail!"
"..."
Only then did everyone realize that Jing Zhe was just testing them. At this moment, the head of the printing department asked, "President Jing, when we went to Wenxiangju earlier, the clerk said that there would be 500 newspapers at Wenxiangju at 1:15 AM tomorrow. Did he make a mistake?"
Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement, because the printing department had been working day and night, printing a total of two thousand copies of the newspaper. The general affairs department alone had made many trips to buy paper and ink.
Jing Zhe smiled and said, "He's right, it's five hundred copies."
Why?
The crowd was puzzled.
Jing Zhe waved his hand, gesturing for them to sit down. "Today I'm telling you that whether it's Wuxian Garden or Wenxiang Residence, what's being created is a sense of anticipation. Now these people have enough anticipation for the newspaper, and nine out of ten of them will buy it tomorrow."
"But it's getting late now. Even if there are people who are looking forward to it, it's just the people in Wuxian Garden and Wenxiang Residence, or some who are just watching the excitement. I roughly estimate that there are more than 500 people."
"If we take all two thousand newspapers over tomorrow and don't sell them all, the signboard will be ruined!"
"So, what we're going to create this time is a sense of hunger!"
Hunger?
Everyone was very curious after hearing new words.
"Yes, it's all about hunger. Five hundred copies of the newspaper will definitely be snapped up tomorrow, and the frenzy at Wenxiangju will surely attract a large crowd. Whatever those who manage to buy a newspaper say will pique the curiosity of others. Word will spread like wildfire, and soon everyone in Jingzhou will want to buy a newspaper! But if they can't buy one, won't that make our newspaper even more precious?"
Being hungry but unable to eat is indeed hunger.
Everyone understood Jing Zhe's meaning and admired him even more: a master strategist who can win battles from afar—that's exactly the kind of person he is.
Next, Jing Zhe instructed, "Tomorrow is crucial. Everyone should deliver the newspapers early in the morning. Be careful and enter through the back door."
Also, I've already instructed the staff at Wenxiangju that there will be a queue for newspapers, and each person can only buy one newspaper to prevent the situation where someone buys multiple copies to resell at a higher price!
"Don't worry, President Jing, we will definitely do our best!"
"..."
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