After discussing it, several people decided to submit their best articles. It would be a bit embarrassing to submit alone, but if everyone submitted together, there would be someone to help share the pressure.
It would be even better if I could get guidance from Mr. Shanhe.
Although many of them are older than Mr. Shanhe, they are more experienced and their unique insights and rich knowledge far surpass theirs.
Many people came to visit Mr. Shanhe. Before the second half of last year, Mr. Shanhe would warmly welcome the guests.
It is rumored that he is busy with creative work this year and has closed his door to visitors. Even Editor-in-Chief Zhang, who can often visit him, is not allowed to see him.
This is currently their only chance to communicate with Mr. Shanhe. If they can get Mr. Shanhe's guidance, even those who are not interested in fame and fortune will flock to him, let alone those who want to increase their reputation.
In fact, An Jingzhi himself was also puzzled. Shanhe wrote articles for Tongxing Newspaper under the pen name, and they also knew their true identity, so why were they unwilling to contribute to Tongxing Newspaper? If it were those regular writers, it would be fine, but many people were freelance contributors.
Later, after some inquiries, he found out that these people were afraid that the articles would be embarrassing if they saw them. After learning the truth, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and then he came up with a way to invite them to submit their articles.
The pen name Shuangcheng is indeed his own alias.
The writing style is indeed average and the content seems very immature.
The level of this article is lower than that of many other writers, so it is just suitable to stimulate discussion.
Otherwise, if a newspaper relies solely on itself, it is doomed to not last long.
"Jingzhi," Sanniang grabbed An Jingzhi's arm as they reached the newspaper office and said as they walked, "I don't know what happened today, but a bunch of manuscripts suddenly appeared. The pen names all look familiar to me. They must have been submitted by people who had submitted to other newspapers before."
"On weekdays, there aren't many manuscripts, so I can review them all by myself. But today, I'm afraid it's too late, so I need you to help me review them."
When I arrived at Sanniang's independent office, I saw that there were indeed a pile of manuscripts on the desk. If Sanniang were to review them alone, I don't know how long it would take, and it would delay the publication the next day or the day after tomorrow.
He stopped talking and sat next to me to help review the manuscript.
It seems that his strategy of throwing a brick to attract jade has worked. I have just read three articles and I have already seen two familiar pen names.
More and more people submitted articles to Tongxing Newspaper, and An Jingzhi would appropriately select one or two articles and make suggestions for revisions.
His own Shuangcheng pseudonym is still in use, and the articles under the pseudonym are visibly improving.
This further stimulated everyone's creative enthusiasm, and the authors of the articles selected by An Jingzhi were also very happy to have their articles reviewed.
On the day of publication, they would buy hundreds or thousands of newspapers and distribute them on the street.
Of course, they don’t do these things themselves, but pay others to distribute them. Although they love fame, they still want to be subtle.
In more than half a year, Tongxing Newspaper became famous again in Shanghai, and its reputation was so great that even An Jingzhi was a little scared.
It’s not that he is worried about anything else, but the main reason is that the pen name Shanhe is his public face. The reputation is good of course, but if it robs other people’s interests, he will be the first to be targeted.
In just half a year, except for those writers who were regularly commissioned to write articles, most of the writers who had read the articles written under the pen name Shanhe came here to submit their works.
As a result, the performance of other newspapers naturally declined.
Tongxing Newspaper has become one of the authoritative newspapers besides the official ones.
Many people who buy newspapers will first buy newspapers from popular newspaper companies, and only buy the next best ones if they don’t have them.
With newspaper sales declining, the heads of major newspaper companies can only look for ways to increase sales.
Some tried to offer high prices for manuscripts, others wrote columns and novels. In short, everyone tried their best to improve the performance of the newspaper.
Some people chose to take a different approach and cursed the country, saying that he was misleading the people and making alarmist remarks.
When Zhang Tingyou saw the article in the newspaper accusing Mr. Shanhe, his eyes turned red like an angry bull, and his hands were tightly gripping the edge of the table, making a clattering sound.
"This is absolute bullshit! Who is this Zheng Zhemin? Why would he say that about Mr. Shanhe?!"
"As writers, we use our pens as swords and should have our own integrity! Did this person accept benefits from others? How could he be so arrogant!" Zhang Tingyou's friend also slammed the table in anger.
An Jingzhi has many followers. When Shanhe just became famous, many people criticized his articles. When he wrote novels, many people also scolded him. But a year and a half later, very few people publicly accuse him, let alone criticize his current affairs articles.
After seeing the article published in an unknown tabloid, some people gloated, while others were furious.
The three sisters don’t care much about what’s in the newspaper, but since their family has their own newspaper company, they now have the habit of buying newspapers.
"This is outrageous! What right does this person have to say this about our Jingzhi?" the old lady said angrily.
"Is there anyone who is jealous of us?" There was a hint of ruthlessness in Er Niang's calm demeanor that could not be ignored.
Sanniang thought about the newspaper's recent sales and said thoughtfully, "I see. Our Tongxing Newspaper's sales are too good. I don't know how many newspapers have been squeezed out and their sales have declined in the past year and a half."
"Someone must be jealous. Jingzhi's pen name is the most prominent name in our newspaper. Although there are contributions from other writers, they all come for Jingzhi."
As the newspaper's administrator, Sanniang knew the newspaper's situation like the back of her hand. "Many writers who were commissioned to write for other newspapers signed contracts with us after their contracts were terminated."
"Will there be trouble if this continues?" During this period, she watched An Jingzhi use various methods that she had never thought of to continuously increase the sales of the newspaper.
Finally, the newspaper's status was stabilized as one of the major newspapers, and I naturally learned a lot from the influence of others.
"Our newspaper has encroached upon the interests of too many people."
“Maybe this is a start.”
"I'm not worried about the others. If they compete honestly, our Tongxing Newspaper will still take over."
She spoke with concern, "I'm afraid they'll resort to shady tactics that are not acceptable to the public."
Aunt Xie Yingfeng was a little stunned. "It's not that serious, is it? We didn't steal or rob. It's our own fault that those people were willing to submit articles to our newspaper."
"If they have the ability, they should let people contribute articles to their newspapers."
Er Niang shook her head helplessly. "Sister, the business world is like a battlefield. The competition in the newspaper industry is similar to the competition in our textile factory. If legitimate means fail to compete, they will naturally resort to underhanded methods."
"How dare they!" Xie Yingfeng slammed the table. "If they dare to be so shameless, we'll just expose it in the newspaper and see if they still have any shame!"
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