After many failures, Xiao Jing finally succeeded.

Compared with the class leader Ma, the leader of the Yongsheng class, Xiang Fu, is much easier to talk to. This short man has a simple and honest face, and he is not very good at getting into trouble; in the class leader, a group composed of "human spirits", he is definitely the most popular one.

It's an alien.

No wonder the Yongsheng Troupe's operas are good, but the market has been tepid.

After hearing Xiao Jing's explanation of his purpose, the carefree middle-aged man grinned and said, "Sir, Xiang doesn't understand anything you said. However, you must be doing your favor to me for the sake of our Yongsheng class.

You can write whatever you want in a newspaper or something. With the current situation of Yongsheng Class, how bad can it be? The worst we can do is pack up and leave, and we can just continue singing in another place."

Hearing this, Xiao Jing almost shed tears. Such a big-hearted and optimistic person may be less cautious than other class leaders, but the sincerity in his words and the unconditional support given to those with good intentions

Trust makes people feel warm in their hearts.

Yongsheng class, the decision is yours!

Xiao Jing watched the performance of the Yongsheng class at the scene. Although there were not many viewers, everyone watched very attentively. No one cheered crazily from beginning to end. They would only take a deep breath at the exciting parts of the plot and get full of energy.

He shouted "Okay!"

There are a lot of "favorites" in Yuyin Pavilion. Most of the people here come to watch the show.

When the scene was over, the audience dispersed with unfulfilled interest, and Xiao Jing found Master Xiang again. The Yongsheng class didn't have to rush to the show, so the two of them sat together and chatted for almost an hour before Xiao Jing bowed deeply and said goodbye.

At this point, all content preparations have been completed.

That night, the hall was brightly lit. Xiao Jing, Shaoning, Pan Feiyu, and Dong Xiaoya were all there, and the sound of discussions and arguments continued until late at night.

There will be many more days like this in the future.

Early the next morning, while the other three people were still sleeping, Xiao Jing took his things and headed straight to Changwo Town.

Half a month later.

Xiao Jing sat at the table, frowning.

There is a large pile of paper piled on the table, which are the proofs he brought from the old man Zhang's house in Changwo Town. The total number is less than 200. These are the number of old man Zhang's family printed in one day after they joined the battle.

It can be seen that Old Man Zhang put a lot of effort into it. When engraving the plate, he reserved the masthead, newspaper eye, bottom column and other positions on the front page according to Xiao Jing's requirements, and also specially made partitions; in order to accommodate more people

The content and the words in the middle are also carved as small as possible.

This is a real hardship for this respectable old man. But this is still far from enough.

In order to reduce the workload and technical difficulties in printing, the new newspaper has an eight-page format. That is to say, each newspaper is eight-page size, with only the front printed. The newspaper published first has four pages including the front page.

Then the total number of printed sheets divided by four is the number of copies of the newspaper.

The reason for this design is not only the reasons mentioned above, but also a little bit of caution on the part of Xiao Jing; I don’t know if it will be able to achieve the effect he expected after it is released?

In terms of output, Xiao Jing once learned some knowledge about engraving printing. A most skilled worker can print about a thousand sheets per day. This production capacity is large or small. If it is in the early days of the publication, including engraving

and the production cycle of newspaper content, then this amount is still barely enough.

However, the production capacity at Old Man Zhang's side is not enough. Even if two hundred sheets can be printed every day, and even if the newspaper is made into a semi-monthly newspaper, excluding the engraving time, how many can actually be printed? Each newspaper uses four sheets of paper.

, converted into words, it means that after the engraving is completed, he can produce fifty newspapers per day.

This number is really pitiful.

Originally, Xiao Jing was already very dissatisfied with the production cycle: a newspaper published only half a month can certainly have the effect of "hungry marketing", but how do you convince potential advertisers to invest money in it?

The content was designed to be understandable and interesting. As a result, the newspaper could only sell a few hundred copies. Not to mention the time interval, the touching figures alone made him want to kill himself.

What should we do? Let Mr. Zhang work overtime?

He was indeed an excellent craftsman back then, and his body could be said to be very strong now, but he was old after all. Xiao Jing knew that if he opened his mouth, Old Man Zhang would definitely fight to the end without hesitation.

However, if such an old man worked hard for himself every day, even if nothing bad happened, Xiao Jing would still have a bad conscience.

what to do?

After pondering for a moment, he called out to Shaoning and Pan Feiyu. The two monks, two feet tall, entered the room confused, and heard Xiao Jing say: "Quickly, call all the letter-writing vendors in Puhua Town and Linzhen.

, those who measure and tell fortunes... Hey, no matter what they do, as long as they are literate, they all come to our house!"

Although they had no idea what he wanted to do, the two men still ran out in a hurry. This execution ability is getting better and better.

Xiao Jing was stunned, I haven't finished speaking yet!

I want to call them back, but where are the two of them?

Forget it, I don’t have time to explain my conditions, let’s wait until the people arrive!

An hour later, the courtyard of the Xiao family turned into a teahouse. All the three religions and nine streams from all over the country gathered together. There were Taoist priests and fortune tellers in the crowd. This scene really reminded people of the Thirty-six Caves in The Eight Tribes of the Dragon.

Seventy-Two Islands Conference.

"Everyone is invited to come, we have something to discuss!"

Xiao Jing stood on a chair at the door of the main room and shouted, and everyone looked at him. His loud voice, which he had only developed as a teacher in the open space, actually came into use.

"Xiao has some things that he needs help copying. All participants will be given two coins per day! But there is only one thing. These things are some nonsense words that are scrawled in my hands and I am ashamed to spread them. So, everyone,

You want to stay with me for five days, and you are not allowed to go home in the middle. Xiao will bear the food and lodging! Is anyone willing?"

For the sake of money, many people were eager to give it a try. However, as soon as they heard the latter condition, some people backed down.

Xiao Jing didn't stop those who wanted to leave, and gave each person ten cents, which was treated as work-loss pay. The remaining people tried to write on the paper one by one, and the person whose handwriting was really ugly,

He was also sent away by Xiao Jing.

After picking and choosing, there were still ten left. Xiao Jing just made an appointment with them to come to work early tomorrow morning, and hurried into the penthouse.

What are you doing? Pack your things!

Other people in the family also started working, including Dong Huaiyuan. Two hours later, all the things in the wing room were moved to the yard, and a lot of things were cleared out of the east and west wing rooms.

Ten more people had to live in the courtyard where five people already lived, so everyone had to make do with it.

Everyone was gasping for breath when Shao Ning suddenly said: "Since the house is so tense, I will let the main room out!"

Xiao Jing had a smile on his face. What a comrade, he is so self-conscious!
Chapter completed!