After An Jingzhi's explanation, the three of them understood the purpose of Editor-in-Chief Zhang's visit.
"Haha," Xie Yingfeng laughed triumphantly, "I really want to see his expression when he finds out that Jingzhi is Mr. Shanhe."
"This man is a gentleman." said Er Niang.
Knowing that Mr. Shanhe is a teenager younger than him, he can still be respectful and polite. There are not many people who can put aside their scholarly status.
Sanniang was a little worried. "You talked so much with Editor Zhang today, you won't get into any trouble, right?"
"Don't worry, Sanniang," An Jingzhi naturally knew what to say and what not to say. "After the military uniform incident, I won't be so reckless again. Although I said it myself, I didn't say anything that would be exaggerated."
Newspapers are the uncrowned kings of this era, but it depends on who you compare them with. If the government is determined to cause trouble for you, you will have no choice but to close down or even face imprisonment.
Of course, if your newspaper is reputable enough, people will consider the consequences before taking action against you.
This is also the reason why An Jingzhi wants to make a talisman for himself, but it is not enough at the moment, so some of the things he said seem a little unorthodox, but they are all within the scope.
The eldest and second aunts have returned to work at the textile factory, and the newspaper is currently managed by An Jingzhi and the third aunt.
"Jingzhi," Sanniang said, pulling out the latest account book, "Newspaper sales are slowly declining."
"I know that the reason so many people bought newspapers in the beginning was because of their patriotism. Many people also bought newspapers at their own expense and gave them away for free to passersby."
"Over time, it's impossible for them to buy it every day at their own expense, so a decline in sales is inevitable."
"What should we do?" The newspaper had finally achieved its current status. Even the editor-in-chief of a major newspaper had to visit in person. Sanniang was unwilling to let it collapse.
"It's okay, I've already thought about it."
"Shanhe's patriotic articles will continue to be published, and I will also write more novels to be serialized there, which should attract some readers to buy them."
"What novel?" she asked subconsciously.
"For ordinary people today, the articles I wrote before are too far away from them. They can only take care of their own little world. There are also some people who are not interested in national affairs. They are all our potential customers, so we want to use novels to attract these people to become our newspaper readers."
"Will it work?" Sanniang was a little worried.
What she was worried about was not whether An Jingzhi's story was feasible. An Jingzhi's writing ability had been proven by all the writers in the Magic City. She was just worried about whether this method could bring a new turnaround to the newspaper.
If newspapers publish such interesting articles, will the authority they have established collapse?
An Jingzhi explained, "Let's give it a try. Anyway, the content published on those empty pages is similar to that of other publishers. Instead of that, why not publish something unique of our own?"
"I know what you're worried about, Sanniang, but there's no need to worry about that."
"For example, the reputation of Mr. Shanhe's pen name will not affect the newspaper's authority as long as the articles continue to be published."
"Okay, you know more about this than me, I'll listen to you."
…
After leaving An Jingzhi, Zhang Tingyou stayed up all night and wrote down all their conversations.
The next day, he agreed to come when the newspaper called him - he had to go to work.
Looking at the pile of papers on the table, he asked for leave directly from the person on the other end of the phone, then made a few more calls and invited a group of people to his house.
The manuscript he wrote overnight was circulated among several people.
"It's Mr. Shanhe indeed. Only Mr. Shanhe can give such an explanation!"
"Haha, I've lived for decades, but I can't see things as clearly as a young man who just came of age."
"It's incredible! Who would have thought that Mr. Shanhe, who is renowned throughout the entire Magic City literary circle, is actually an eighteen-year-old boy?"
"I see, I see..."
Several people picked up the manuscript and read it, as if they were possessed, intoxicated and muttering to themselves.
An Jingzhi wrote his first novel with a fountain pen.
You don't even need to copy, just mix in the worlds he has experienced and it will be a good work.
Ruan Miaoling is still the first person to read this article.
When they heard that their newspaper was going to add new content, Auntie and Second Auntie rushed over immediately.
Although they care about national affairs, they are still far away from them. However, the stories of the martial arts world in this novel make them addicted to it.
"What's behind? What's behind? Where is the back?"
After the protagonist discovered that he had traveled from the Republic of China to ancient times, he became rich with his advanced wisdom but was targeted by others. The subsequent plot came to an abrupt end.
Since the protagonist is also a woman, and she made her fortune by weaving, the three of them felt more involved in the story.
Seeing the three people's impatient expressions, An Jingzhi had a rough idea in his mind, "The rest is still being written."
The three of them felt a little lost, and even the usually steady Er Niang asked An Jingzhi to write the rest quickly.
After thinking for a while, Er Niang asked, "Can people really go back to ancient times from now?"
"Yes, yes, it's amazing." Sanniang exclaimed.
"Maybe it's not impossible until technology advances to a certain level." An Jingzhi said.
"How long do we have to wait? I guess we won't be able to see it." said the second sister.
The eldest sister said, "Why think so much? It's just a novel anyway." She pulled An Jingzhi aside and asked, "Why does this protagonist feel familiar to me?"
How could they not be familiar? An Jingzhi created this heroine based on these three people.
After listening to his explanation, the three of them felt proud. Although An Jingzhi only portrayed the heroine with a few strokes, he was able to portray her tenacious character and intelligent cleverness.
The three of them were even more delighted when they thought about how beautiful they were in their son's heart.
Sanniang took An Jingzhi's manuscript to print and prepare for publication. Before leaving, she urged An Jingzhi to write the rest of the content quickly.
He originally wanted to wait a while before writing the subsequent plot, but seeing how impatient the three people were, An Jingzhi had no choice but to accept his fate and continue writing at his desk.
Four Seasons Teahouse.
The storyteller said loudly:
"Continuing from the previous chapter, the scholar never imagined that the woman he saved was actually the daughter of the Prime Minister's family..."
As soon as it started, someone started making a commotion.
"I've told this story dozens of times. Is there anything new? I'm tired of hearing it."
A few people followed suit, and seeing the audience below making a commotion, the storyteller at the top was a little at a loss.
He wanted to have a new story, but the problem was that there was none!
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