That night, the newspaper office was still brightly lit and people were working.
Fang Zhengyi and Li Yuanzhao were also there.
The summary of newspaper sales really surprised Fang Zhengyi.
It was sold out throughout the city in less than half a day.
And according to market survey responses, people of all types and levels are apparently very interested in the newspaper and are looking forward to tomorrow's second edition.
Now, Shen Yi and others in the newspaper office are still frantically writing tomorrow's news, and then sending it to the printing house for printing in the middle of the night.
As soon as Fang Zheng finished his report, he began to inspect the reporters.
Seeing that everyone was in good condition, Fang Zhengyi couldn't help but shout: "Brothers, do a good job!"
"Work is your own stage of life. Whether you can win applause depends on yourself. If you don't work hard today, you will have to work hard to find a job tomorrow."
"Tell me loudly, are you happy?"
"Happiness!!" Everyone raised their heads and shouted in unison, their faces still full of excitement.
Fang Zheng's mouth twitched.
Great! Interns are great! They are really enthusiastic about their work!
"Very good! I will order a batch of mattresses for you in the future. When you are tired, you can sleep directly in the newspaper office! Although the work is good, you must also take care of your health!"
"Thank you, Master Fang!"
Obviously, Fang Zhengyi's humane management is very popular.
A group of reporters were very happy because the working conditions were very good and they even got custom-made mattresses.
Li Yuanzhao frowned and said, "Old Fang, isn't this too inhumane?"
Fang Zhengyi's face was filled with heartache: "Your Highness, it's fine if others don't understand me, but you don't understand me either?"
"It's like this in the early days of starting a business! The newspaper is using your name, and their good days are still to come!"
"What's the harm in suffering when you are young? Sweat more now so that you will shed fewer tears later!"
"Besides, the nightlife here is so great! It's a blessing to be able to work here!"
Li Yuanzhao looked at Fang Zhengyi suspiciously, feeling something strange in his heart.
Fang Zhengyi also felt very innocent in this matter. There was nothing he could do about the current situation. The newspaper was launched too hastily, and there was a serious shortage of manpower and experience. Moreover, the newspaper's work schedule was tight and the workload was heavy.
Inefficiency can only be made up by time.
The only thing we can do is to give these naive scholars some encouragement, or at worst give them some sea cucumbers to nourish their bodies.
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The next day, the daily newspaper was published as scheduled.
It was sold out immediately after it was launched.
The ancients, who suffered from a severe lack of entertainment, flocked to the Prince Daily.
No one would have thought that there would be so many new things happening in the capital every day.
Also, what kind of curse did Fuyun Temple suffer?
Everyone picked up the newspaper to find the answer.
If you can’t buy it, just go to the newspaper reader and listen to the story.
The next day, Fuyun Temple was still surrounded by various mysteries and negative news.
In just two days, the blood of the great monk had become known everywhere, and countless people avoided anything related to the blood of the great monk as if it were the plague.
At night, a group of angry middlemen secretly destroyed the Fuyun Temple which had just been rebuilt.
On the third day, the curse of Fuyun Temple was revealed.
The reason is that monks do not work and have been eating vegetarian food for many years, so their physical fitness is poor and their blood quality is low. Encouraging them to work is the most glorious.
After learning the truth, countless people cursed the writer for being shameless and said they had been deceived, and then they flocked to Fuyun Temple to burn incense.
When I arrived, I found that all the monks in Fuyun Temple had returned to secular life...
In three days, the only temple in Banshanfang disappeared without a trace because of the approach of science.
Over the next few days, the hot sales of Prince Daily became more and more intense, and was finally brought to the attention of the imperial court.
Emperor Jing was holding a newspaper, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
It’s not because he had never seen a newspaper before. Emperor Jing got one on the first day it was published and read it with great interest.
But at the same time, I am somewhat shocked by the influence of newspapers, and I am still observing with a cautious attitude.
The newspaper I received now has already been published to the eighth edition.
The news in it always makes his eyes light up. When he is tired of reviewing memorials, reading a newspaper is a good way for him to relax.
The ministers below the stage were also waiting silently for Emperor Jing to finish reading the newspaper.
Emperor Jing put down the newspaper and exclaimed: "This newspaper is very innovative. There are so many things in the capital that I don't know about. It can be said that it has broadened my horizons."
"My dear ministers, do you have anything to say to me today after you brought the newspaper to me?"
"Your Majesty, newspapers are good, but they have too much influence. They should be strictly controlled. We need to draw up a charter."
"I second the proposal. If someone falsifies information and manipulates the people, then a good thing will turn into a bad thing. Of course, since this report is handled by the Crown Prince, we are still very relieved."
"The only thing I'm afraid of is that someone else could also publish a newspaper!"
Li Yansong said: "Your Majesty, this report is very good, and I and others also like to read it very much."
"There are many excellent works by scholars that are eye-catching to me, but...I am worried that if they are sold openly in the name of the prince, people all over the world may criticize them."
Fang Zhengyi immediately shouted, "Mr. Li, this is biased!"
"This newspaper is only five cents a piece, it's cheap and good value for money. With such a large piece of paper plus the cost of ink and labor, it's already a loss-making business!"
“This is not business, this is charity!”
This was quite unexpected. Although everyone was unhappy with Fang Zheng, surprisingly no one stood up to confront him.
The reason is simple. Although everyone has some opinions, they all like to read newspapers, and some even have vague ideas about what they want to do.
But I don’t know where to start.
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