Zhang Tingyou not only spent money to distribute the newspaper article everywhere, he even went to the school in person to attend various gatherings.
There were even many people who followed his example and spent their own money to buy newspapers, read them to others, and distribute them everywhere, so the sales of newspapers continued to rise.
More and more people read this article, and Tongxing Newspaper became more and more well-known.
Just as An Jingzhi thought, although many people in this era can only live numbly and some people are obsessed with luxury, there are also countless patriots.
An article that analyzed the war situation and pointed directly to the country's prospects instantly increased the popularity of Tonghang Newspaper.
Just a few more articles are needed to consolidate the position of Tongxing Newspaper.
Originally, the printing of the newspaper was handled by the former printing factory caretaker, the three sisters and An Jingzhi. Now that the sales of the newspaper have increased significantly, they have to hire someone to help with the printing.
Seeing the endless stream of newspapers being printed and taken away, and the funds constantly accumulating, the elder sister couldn't stop smiling.
Er Niang took stock of the account book and was shocked by the newspaper's sales volume.
The sales of the newspaper were much better than they had imagined, and could even be compared with those of the major newspapers.
"Oh my god, if the weaving factory fails in the future, we won't make much money running the newspaper." The old lady said after taking a look at the account book.
Er Niang smiled and said, "We're just going to ignore those sisters?"
Their textile factory is not only staffed by people from nearby, but also by many young sisters who have come from far away to seek refuge.
It is also because of this that the textile factory can keep their workers quiet even when they cannot pay their wages.
These people are also grateful for the kindness of the three sisters.
The old lady said, "Forget it. I don't think the newspaper business will require many people. Even if it could, many of our sisters are illiterate. The textile mill still needs to be opened."
Sanniang was in charge of the newspaper's layout, and the articles, except for the one written by An Jingzhi, were very similar to those of others.
As for the advertising space, no one has advertised in their newspaper yet, so they can only fill it with some other interesting things for the time being.
The four of them gathered together, thinking about the results of the newspaper's work in the past few days, all with smiles on their faces.
"Jingzhi, who is this Mr. Shanhe?"
Sanniang asked curiously. When they first mentioned the problem with the article, An Jingzhi just told them not to worry about it and he would solve it himself. Later, the article that An Jingzhi brought was checked by Sanniang as soon as possible.
Strictly speaking, she was the first person to read the article, and therefore the one who was most curious about Mr. Shanhe's origins.
"Of course I wrote it." As soon as An Jingzhi finished speaking, the account books and newspapers in the hands of the three people opposite him all fell on the table with a clatter, and they looked at him in amazement.
Don't we know what kind of person the original owner is? How could someone who doesn't even want to read write such a profound article?
How could an article that even women like them felt so moved be written by their own son?
Even if they had some misunderstandings about their son before, there shouldn't be so many misunderstandings, right?
Right?
Thinking of this, the three of them became a little uncertain.
Sanniang, who was more educated than the other two, understood the value of this article better. She carefully confirmed, "Jingzhi, do you mean that this mountain and river is you?"
"Don't joke about this. There are many people out there who want to find Mr. Shanhe."
An Jingzhi laughed dumbly and uttered the excuse he had prepared, "Auntie, second and third auntie, do you think that I can't read because I don't study?"
The old lady smiled awkwardly, "That's not the case. I've been studying for ten years, so I should at least be able to recognize one or two characters."
Second Lady gave Auntie a look and turned to explain: "That's not what your Auntie meant—"
Just as she was about to explain, An Jingzhi interrupted with a smile, "Don't worry, Second Mother, I didn't misunderstand. I know what Auntie meant."
"It's my fault, I don't want to go to school. I just feel that what is taught there is too simple. Listening to it over and over again makes me irritated."
"If nothing else, I have no problem writing a few articles."
"Then how do you know so many international events?" You even know why the enemy started the war, which even they don't know.
"Isn't it easy to find out? There are so many articles in the newspapers, as well as history books and geography books. It's not difficult to find out by comparing and calculating with each other."
"I'm sure there are many people who know this, but no one has spoken out about it. It's not really a talent of mine."
Looking at An Jingzhi's eloquent speech, Sanniang exclaimed, "Jingzhi, I really underestimated you before. I didn't expect that you have such profound and unique insights at such a young age."
The eldest and second aunts felt a little guilty. They thought they treated the adopted child as their own and cared for him very much, but they didn't expect that they didn't know each other so well.
"Jingzhi, it seems that Auntie and Auntie underestimated you." Auntie thought about how he had grown from a tiny baby to where he is now, and scenes of his growth flashed through her mind.
"It seems that we are really old. We won't worry about you even if we are gone in the future." Er Niang said casually.
Although signing the order for military uniforms was a bit rash, the original intention was for them, and remedial measures were taken in a timely manner. Judging from the current situation, the situation at the textile factory will be alleviated within a month.
The other party's ability to survive is stronger than they thought.
An Jingzhi: "Second Mother, what are you talking about? You are still young. I wish you, the First Mother, and the Third Mother a long life."
The three mothers are indeed not much older than the original owner. The eldest, Xie Yingfeng, is only 36 years old now, and the youngest, Ruan Miaoling, is only 31 now.
The original owner is exactly eighteen years old this year, which means that Aunt Xie Yingfeng was still a child when she picked him up.
Only the eldest lady had just reached adulthood, while the other two were still minors, but for them, they had already been wandering for half their lives...
With the funds from the newspaper, Xie Yingfeng used part of the money to repay some suppliers, and kept a small portion to pay the workers' wages.
Although not all salaries can be distributed yet, at least it can help them get through the current difficulties temporarily.
He publishes a new article every three days, which is full of content that inspires the Chinese people. Occasionally, he will judge the direction based on the current international situation.
Tongxing Newspaper has firmly established itself in Shanghai, and the newspapers it publishes have become must-reads for students in major universities.
The newspaper also received countless newspapers and phone calls from people wanting to visit Mr. Shanhe.
An Jingzhi never announced to the public that he was Mr. Shanhe, only saying that Mr. Shanhe was busy and could not see guests for the time being.
In fact, he is indeed very busy, and his articles are mature and thoughtful, but he is young. This is an indisputable fact. Instead of claiming this pen name himself, it is more convincing to wait for others to find it out slowly.
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