"How much can this 'magazine' sell for?" After asking about expenses, Shi Heng asked about income.???
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"First of all, I won't sell it." Ding Kui's story was sold out.
"Not selling?" Shi Heng looked at Ding Kui in surprise.
"Yes, I don't plan to sell this first issue of the magazine. I plan to give it away." Ding Kui blinked.
Shi Heng rolled his eyes and understood immediately: "It's wonderful, how can the things that the prince give away as gifts be cheap? After the news spreads, I'm afraid the dignitaries from other cities will come to buy it.
As long as the content of this 'magazine' is exciting enough and attractive, people will naturally buy the second issue."
At this time, the way Shi Heng looked at Ding Kui was very different from before.
If they are just rumors and anecdotes, they do seem like things for children to play, but when it comes to affairs involving powerful people, it is completely different. These are the things that powerful people talk about when they get together.
Even the rich can only look up to this kind of topic, but they dare not participate in it, which does not mean they dare not know. This kind of thing is still very attractive to ordinary people.
Being able to answer Shi Heng's questions quickly, it was obvious that Ding Kui had thought about it in advance. It's not like a thirteen-year-old boy could come up with these things. Could it be that the person behind Ding Kui came up with it?
The people behind Ding Kui are not simple. In addition to the Protector of the Country and Duke An, no matter who they are, historians must be involved.
"Since the Crown Prince has spoken, this 'magazine club' counts as part of the Shi family. I wonder how the Crown Prince plans to cooperate?" Shi Heng looked at Ding Kui expectantly.
"Haha, uncle is really courageous. I have to go back and plan the specific things. Next time I will ask Grandpa Qian to talk to you in detail. I can't finish it in just a few words." Ding Kui smiled slightly.
Huh, huh, I don't believe you won't take the bait. With me as a backer, the Shi family's business will be much more stable in the future. Even if the magazine doesn't make a penny, his money will not be wasted. Besides, there are unlimited business opportunities in the magazine.
"Shi is impatient. Prince, please rest assured. If you need the historian's cooperation, just tell him directly. When it comes to doing business, the historian still has some tricks." Shi Heng smiled awkwardly.
"Okay, I've visited Wanfang Garden this time, and I've met those people. The business has been settled, so I won't bother you anymore. Grandpa Qian, let's go back." The goal has been achieved, Ding Kui said to him.
Shi Heng said goodbye.
Shi Heng wanted to stay, but Ding Kui had already decided to leave, so he had no choice but to send Ding Kui and Ding Kui out of Wanfang Garden.
Ding Kui did not go to call Ma Duping and Lao Wangjue, but returned directly to Black Earth City with Lao Qiantou.
As soon as he returned home, Old Qiantou immediately pulled Ding Kui into the study. He closed the study door, turned around and said to Ding Kui: "Young Master, was the 'magazine club' you mentioned today ordered by the Marquis?"
Ding Kui shook his head and said, "No, actually I had thought about this idea when I went to Pingzhong County last time. I just took the opportunity to mention it today."
"Your idea is very good. Let's not talk about whether this company makes money or not. People like 'reporters' can make good use of it. The Marquis must have told you about Lu Guo's affairs, right?"
"As I said, I purposely only brought you here today. You can catch the key right away. I hope you, Grandpa Qian, will recruit and manage the reporters."
"On the way back just now, I have thought carefully about how many 'reporters' the young master will need in the beginning?"
"Ten of them are enough for the first batch. One person is responsible for one town. Xiaxi Town does not need it. The extra ones will stay in Black Earth City. We will first grasp the news within Black Earth City. When these ten reporters grow up
, and when we can bring out new people, we will send them to other cities." Ding Kui had considered this number before.
"Well, young master, just leave this matter to the old slave, but they can't write any good articles." The old money man raised the difficulty.
The intelligence officers that Old Qiantou led in the past in Lu State could only write simple words and could write down information, but it was too difficult for them to write articles.
"Is father still in the old house?"
"The Marquis has not returned to Xiaxi Town since he was here last time. He must have gone to Lu State."
Only Lao Qiantou and Ding Kun know Ding Qi's whereabouts, but there is no need to hide Ding Kui now.
"Are there any children in Funiu Mountain?" Ding Kui asked, pinching his chin.
"It's true that a few babies have just been born in the village. It would be good if the older ones can read. We can't count on them."
"Well, let the people in Funiu Mountain pay more attention, take in some wandering orphans, and select some who are over ten years old with good temperament and moral character, and have them sent to the teaching workshop in Pingzhong County. The fastest may be five or six years, and the slower
After ten or eight years, we can always train some scholars."
Rich people in this world send their children to learn martial arts. Less wealthy families will send their children to study in teaching workshops. When they grow up, they can help people do calculations and make a living. Among them, those who learn martial arts are better.
He has been favored by the noble lord again, and can be recommended as a local official or something, which is a good future.
Old Qiantou looked at Ding Kui in front of him in surprise, and found that his ideas were very mature, not like a thirteen-year-old boy at all. Ding Kui didn't have such mature ideas when he was twenty years old.
"The young master's thoughts are very thoughtful. These are all taught by the Marquis?" Old Qiantou was a little hard to believe.
"Oh, you don't know. When I was young, Grandpa Kun and I lived together, along with some helpers. When my father was away, there were only two people in the Ding family. There was a big family in the teacher's house, including everyone in the town.
Everyone belongs to the teacher, and the Ding family has to spend money to hire a janitor.
At that time, I thought, it would be great to have more brothers and sisters, why are there no people who belong to us? Sometimes when I am bored, I imagine that the Ding family will have its own people in the future, at least as many as a town.
Anyway, it’s just that nonsense, I’ve already thought of a way to take in orphans, but I’ve never been able to do it.” Ding Kui started to lie.
Anyway, the old money man came here after Ding Kui was eleven years old. He didn’t know anything about what happened before. Ding Kui’s deception really blinded the old money man.
"This is the ancestral motto of the first generation of the Ding family. We don't want territory and we don't want to belong to the people. I didn't expect that we would end up like this. Let's not talk about this, young master. Now we have no one who can write articles. Do we want to
Are you going to hire someone?"
Ding Kui stood up and walked around the study, thinking of a solution. When he walked to the window, he looked up and saw Jiang Shunchuan guarding outside, and suddenly an idea came to him.
"There is definitely someone who can help me. Let him solve the scholar's problems." Ding Kui showed a smile on his face.
Old Qiantou also looked out the window suspiciously, without any clue, and asked: "Who can help the young master?"