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Chapter Five Hundred and Six

However, Zhong Jinwei didn't seem to care at all, and still said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, now we don't need to reach the scale of one person. I also said before, only the provincial capitals of the two capitals and thirteen provinces are enough. Of course, other

If there is a place, then naturally it will be better."

Seeing Emperor Chongzhen's thoughtful look, he further said: "The distribution of newspapers can be distributed free of charge for a period of time to places with dense crowds, such as restaurants, inns, etc., when they get used to newspapers.

After this new thing, start charging again. As long as the price is not ridiculously expensive, these places will naturally buy it.”

Wen Tiren accepted this method faster than Emperor Chongzhen because he knew the places mentioned by Zhongxing Hou better.

Even if there are no people who are literate anymore, there are always accounting offices in these places. The accounting office reads the newspaper and reads a paragraph to the customers without spending much extra money, so that the customers who are staying or eating in the hotel have a topic to discuss.

The business in the store is a supplement.

"Zhongxinghou, the circulation scale of this newspaper is much larger than that of Di Bao, and the speed will be much slower. And if the newspaper has more pages, the speed will be even slower, and the price will remain high. In order to effectively expand the influence.

..”

The more Zhong Jinwei listened, the more confused he became. He interrupted Wen Tiren's question and said: "Mr. Wen, wait a minute, why can't I understand what you are talking about? What speed will be slower and the price will remain high?"

When Wen Tiren heard this, he stretched out his hand and pointed his fingers at him and said: "Look, when a newspaper is published in the capital, how many scribes must be hired to copy it; after the copying is completed, it will be distributed quickly to the two capitals and thirteen provinces, and then how many copies will be needed?

The copycats are increasingly rushing to work..."

"Wait, wait, Mr. Wen, why did you copy it by hand?" Zhong Jinwei asked strangely.

"Isn't this what Di Bao does?" Wen Tiren spoke more and more slowly. He realized that he seemed to be wrong again, and then immediately added: "Even if you use printing, it will take a long time to hire workers to engrave..."

Zhong Jinwei looked at Wen Tiren and suddenly asked: "Master Wen, did you not sleep well last night?"

Wen Tiren was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he asked with a little embarrassment: "Why did Marquis Zhongxing say this?"

After he said it, he sighed, and without waiting for Zhong Jinwei's reply, he explained: "I have worked for a long time for this morning's meeting, and I am indeed a little tired."

It turns out that Wen Tiren has been working hard for the feudal clan meeting these days, and he didn't sleep well at night. He has been worried.

After successfully completing the meeting in the morning, my heart felt relieved, and I felt tired.

I thought that I would have a summary meeting in the afternoon and there wouldn't be much going on. It would be relatively relaxing and I could leave the office on time and go back to rest.

But he didn't expect that the Nanjing Civil War would happen again in the afternoon, and he became nervous again. Fatigue and tension caused his thinking to become rigid, and his brain could not always turn around.

Emperor Chongzhen saw this situation from above and immediately ordered Wang Chengen: "Hurry and bring a soft stool to the first assistant, and give the first assistant a bowl of the iced bird's nests paid tribute by Guangdong."

When Wen Tiren heard this, he quickly thanked him.

Zhong Jinwei was also worried about Wen Tiren's health. He said to Wen Tiren: "Mr. Wen, I'm going to explain it carefully. After I finish speaking, you can save some worry when you talk again."

When Emperor Chongzhen heard what Zhong Jinwei said, he ordered Wang Chengen to give Zhong Jinwei the same treatment. Both of them were his ministers, and one of them could not be missing.

After being so busy for a while, Zhong Jinwei continued to explain: "After the newspaper is typed, it is printed with movable type. This does not cost much time and money. After it is distributed to the two capitals and thirteen provinces, it is also printed with movable type. I want

You can have as many newspapers as you want."

Di newspapers have always been copied by hand. The use of movable type printing for Di newspapers historically only started around the fifteenth year of Chongzhen. Now Zhong Jinwei said this, not only newspapers used movable type printing

, even the Di newspaper was printed with movable type.

When Zhong Jinwei said this, he paused and said to Emperor Chongzhen: "If you still want to save costs, you can print some more merchants' advertisements in newspapers and charge them a certain fee."

"Advertisement?" Emperor Chongzhen heard another new term.

So Zhong Jinwei explained the meaning of the advertisement in detail, and then said: "If possible, the advertisement of fish floss can be published in newspapers to let more people know about it, thus increasing sales."

After hearing this, Emperor Chongzhen pondered for a moment and then said: "Let's put this advertisement aside for now and wait until the newspaper is published for a period of time before reading it."

Zhong Jinwei had an indifferent attitude towards this anyway, and he would do whatever Emperor Chongzhen said.

However, he still reminded one thing: "Your Majesty, once this newspaper run by the imperial court comes out, I can conclude that similar newspapers will definitely appear among the people."

Emperor Chongzhen nodded, but he didn't understand the purpose of Zhong Jinwei's words, so he asked: "What does Master Zhong mean?"

"Because newspapers have the function of guiding public opinion, I suggest that if the private sector wants to run such a newspaper, it must be approved by the court. And its sample newspaper must be submitted to the government for review, and it can only be published and sold if there is no harmful content."

After Zhong Jinwei finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he would be the target of being attacked by the angry youth of the Ming Dynasty in the future. However, judging from the current situation of the Ming Dynasty, this point is actually very necessary. He should wait until later to slowly relax the control of public opinion.

Emperor Chongzhen nodded upon hearing this, and Zhong Jinwei thought things through very carefully.

Zhong Jinwei was not a superman. Many of the suggestions he gave to Emperor Chongzhen were actually things that were already available in later generations. If they were copied directly, there wouldn't be many mistakes or omissions.

When it comes to this matter, it's basically done.

Zhong Jinwei originally wanted to talk about the situation of the students, but Emperor Chongzhen had asked Wang Chengen to investigate the situation of the existing students, so he decided to wait until he saw the specific results before talking.

When Emperor Chongzhen saw that Zhong Jinwei had nothing to add, he said to Zhong Jinwei: "Master Zhong, the newspaper issue really needs to be implemented. You can go back and write down specific provisions, and I will arrange for people to do it."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhong Jinwei agreed.

Emperor Chongzhen looked at Wen Tiren and asked with concern: "Does Wen Qing have anything to add?"

"I have nothing to add," Wen Tiren shook his head and replied.

"Okay, the two dear ladies will go back and rest. They are tired enough today." Emperor Chongzhen ordered.

He actually felt the same way, because the feudal clan meeting was so important that he was always very nervous. Now that he relaxed, fatigue would inevitably appear.

But at this time, the word "backfire" emerged again.

Wen Tiren and Zhong Jinwei had just stood up, ready to express their gratitude and say goodbye. The sound of hurried footsteps and faint voices could be heard outside again.

Several people in the hall looked at each other. Could it be that there was an urgent delivery coming from somewhere?

Several of them listened carefully, trying to hear the sound clearly so that they could know what was going on this time.


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