As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, which means that people with similar personalities and hobbies will gather together.
This is a more elegant description.
In the words of the common people: fish seek fish, shrimp seek shrimp, and turtle seeks turtle relatives.
Wan Feng unexpectedly discovered that although they had only been together for a few days, Luan Feng and Shu Ying really had a lot in common.
"If my Liu Yang had one tenth of the ability of your Xiao Wan, I would be content in this life. Alas!" A woman sighed.
"Don't set your sights on my Xiao Wan." Luan Feng warned.
"Who's after your Xiao Wan? I was just using an analogy."
"Don't use Xiao Wan as a metaphor, find someone else to use it."
"Feng'er, are you being reasonable? You're acting like I'm trying to seduce your little Wan. You're being too protective of me."
Wow! This guy has only been here for a few days and he has already learned the Northeastern dialect. But are you using the words correctly?
Who's the idiot? Who's the idiot? You're the idiot? Your whole family is idiots!
Wan Feng came to the garment factory and just walked to the office door when he heard the conversation between the two women.
"You say I'm protective of my son? You bastard actually used roundabout ways to scold my little Wan. I'll strangle you to death."
"Oh my, I give in. I give in! I won't dare to do it again."
"Say you're convinced from the heart or from the mouth?"
"I'm convinced! I'm convinced! Oh my!"
According to the current situation, Wan Feng cannot go in because two crazy women are getting horny in the house.
Wan Feng planned to sneak through the office window, but unfortunately his plan failed and he was discovered by Luan Feng in the room.
The war between the two women ended, and Wan Feng also entered the office.
"Let me see if Sister Min's manuscript is finished?"
Luan Feng raised his hand and pointed towards the inner room.
"You keep going crazy!" Wan Feng pushed open the door to the inner room and saw two cotton balls stuffed in Jiang Min's ears.
This was obviously a defense against the sonic weapon harassment from the two women outside.
How long have these two been making such a fuss?
Seeing Wan Feng coming in, Jiang Min smiled and placed a book in front of Wan Feng.
What surprised Wan Feng was that this was actually a sample book.
"They've even made a sample book! That's pretty efficient."
However, all four covers of this sample book are blank, without even the name of the publication.
Except for four letters, the rest are not blank. They contain the manuscripts submitted for this call for submissions, including novels, essays, poems and essays.
The layout is very good, and there are a few illustrations, but the printing quality is very average.
There is no doubt that such a book must have been made by Yan Ling, Jiang Min definitely could not have done it.
"Yan Ling said that you need to decide on the four letters and the name of the publication."
"Where's Yan Ling?"
"Maybe he went to the supply and marketing cooperative or to the toilet."
As soon as Jiang Min finished speaking, Yan Ling came in from outside, holding a few bottles of soda in his hands.
"Director Wan, you're here. Come and have some soda."
Wan Feng waved his hand.
"This is produced by our Jiangwei Beverage Factory. It was just sent to us for tasting."
It hasn't even been half a month since this guy arrived at Jiangwei, and he's already started attacking us. Does he think he's the boss of Jiangwei?
Zhang Hai was right. He had already made the drink. He had to try it.
Wan Feng picked up a bottle of drink.
This is the kind of drink bottled in a No. 2 glass bottle. The liquid is lemon-colored and contains a bit more pigment. Although it looks thick, it gives Wan Feng a hypocritical feeling.
Readjusting the proportion of pigments will increase costs and is not good for the human body.
This is obviously a test product, there is not even a label on the bottle.
When you open the lid, there is a "bang" sound, which means there is enough air.
Wan Feng took a sip and sipped it carefully. Having experienced all kinds of drinks in later generations, he could only say that the taste was just okay, not delicious.
Or maybe it's just not to his taste.
"It's delicious, it's delicious!" Jiang Min said "delicious" twice in a row.
This is the result of different tastes.
"Director Wan, the typeset of this publication has been completed. Please take a look to see if there is anything wrong." Yan Ling put down his drink and began to ask Wan Feng about his impression of the publication.
The Hongya County Federation of Literary and Art Circles doesn’t have a single publication yet, let alone a newspaper. However, this small village published the first publication in Hongya County, and this publication was written by him.
Yan Ling felt quite proud.
"Very good, very good. I'm not an expert in publishing, but I think you've done a good job."
"I can't decide what to put in the four envelopes. You have to make the decision."
Wan Feng thought for a moment and asked, "What about the cover? Can your leader give us some words or something?"
Yan Ling blinked a few times: "You mean to let our chairman..."
Wan Feng nodded and said, "See if your leader can do me the honor of giving me a word. I'll leave this task to you."
Wan Feng still plans to continue publishing this magazine, providing a stage for the literary youths in the post-war era to realize their dreams and enrich their cultural life. Even if he doesn't sell it for a penny and gives it away for free, he will continue to publish it. Besides, it doesn't cost much.
It only costs a little money for the royalties, and the royalties for a book like this are about a thousand yuan.
Wan Feng plans to pay 15 yuan per thousand words as the publishing fee. This book is estimated to be at most 100,000 words, and with printing and other expenses, 2,000 yuan is enough to cover the cost.
Since he plans to continue the event, it is necessary to maintain a good relationship with the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Asking the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to give him a calligraphy is also a face. Of course, if others do not give him face, Wan Feng plans to write it himself. His calligraphy does not seem to be so ugly that he dare not show it to others.
"Leave this to me. I'll go back right away and try to get the inscription back tomorrow."
"Thank you for your hard work. As for the remaining three, I plan to put ads in them. The beverage factory has just finished making a beverage, so that counts as one. The machinery factory can put two ads in them, the brick and tile factory can also put one ad in them, and the rubber shoes factory can put one in them."
Wan Feng proposed only public institutions, and he was not planning to build a garment factory right now.
It’s better to keep a low profile for your own business.
When Wan Feng first founded this publication, he knew that it would lose money, but he could still make some money back through advertising. If more people wanted to advertise, he planned to add a few middle pages, and with these ads as a foundation, he might be able to break even.
Oh, and you need a camera! How can you advertise without photos? And they have to be in color.
Looking for a professional photo studio? The photography equipment in photo studios nowadays is probably not very good, so this requires something more professional.
Does the printing house have any professional equipment? I think they do. Otherwise, how do they design printed materials that require photos?
If all else fails, just buy yourself a camera?
But he doesn't know how to do it!
He really doesn't know how to take pictures. In his previous life, he could only take random pictures with his mobile phone and had never used a camera.
A living person will definitely not die from holding his urine. There is always a way to solve the problem.
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