Ding Pinghou is drinking tea in the office, waiting for the data report after the magazine was published yesterday.

At this moment, his face was calm, but his heart was extremely uneasy.

Publishing "Zhu Xian" was a bold attempt for him.

Although he is very optimistic about "Zhu Xian".

He also believes that this book has the potential to replace new martial arts novels and lead a new wave of novel trends.

But in the current era of new martial arts, this move is undoubtedly a deviant and strange move.

Moreover, in order to publish "Zhu Xian", he also adjusted the layout of the magazine and squeezed out some works that were still being serialized.

This also aroused the opinions of many people within the magazine.

"I have never heard of this fairy tale novel before. It would be a bit irresponsible for the president to do this."

"Readers don't like this kind of work at all, right?"

"The president must be Lao Hutu. We should invite Mr. Qian to come..."

Marquis Ding Ping listened to these rumors.

He sighed.

Although he is the founder of Hongya Magazine, with its development today, this place is no longer his home.

"One day you will understand the meaning of what I do..."

"But Mr. Qian... Qian Youdao?"

Ding Pinghou murmured to himself.

.......

There are two voices in Hongya Magazine today.

One is headed by Ding Pinghou.

He believes that content management is king. Only by constantly exploring, managing, and cultivating more high-quality content and attracting readers through content can magazines develop in the long run.

Qian Youdao believes that relying solely on content development is too slow, and magazines should diversify their operations.

The so-called diversified operation actually means that the magazine will produce whatever content readers like.

Ding Pinghou sneered at this.

"Isn't that a hodgepodge? If you like gossip, do gossip news; if you like current affairs, do social news. A hammer here and a stick here and there. The content is confusing and will inevitably lead to the loss of readers..."

"How many magazines that were as famous as Hongya in those days ended up disappearing into the dust because of this reason?"

However, Qian Youdao has a special status, and there is nothing he can do against him.

Qian Youdao is from the Qian family.

The Qian family is a well-known family in Hong Kong City, and its head, Qian Caishen, is a well-known wealthy man.

In addition, Qian Fugui is the largest financial backer of Hongya Magazine.

As the youngest son of the benefactor, Qian Youdao must be careful in dealing with both emotions and reasons.

"Hey, why do you have to involve me in your Qian family's affairs? It's really a headache."

Ding Pinghou has a headache.

In his early years, Qian Youdao studied in the UK and considered himself to have been baptized by the new trend of thought. He often compared himself to a business master and imagined that one day he would be able to achieve great success in the business world.

After returning to China, Qian Youdao often pestered his father, wanting to get some money to invest in industry and prove his intelligence.

Qian Fugui started to have a headache.

He is not afraid of Qian Youdao chewing on his old age.

It’s just me raising my children.

I have accumulated a large amount of property, which is enough to spend ten lifetimes.

But Qian Fugui is afraid that Qian Youdao will start a business.

Starting a business requires a lot of investment, and the cost of investment is often a thousand or ten thousand times that of personal expenses. If it is not done well, you will lose a lot of money and may drag the entire money family down.

Faced with his son's pleading, Qian Fugui thought about it and sent Qian Youdao to Hongya Magazine.

On the one hand, I said to Qian Youdao.

As long as you can start a magazine and prove your ability, you, as a father, will provide support.

On the other hand, he called Ding Pinghou over.

Qian Dingzhu and Wan urged him to take a good look at Qian Youdao and never let him mess around.

.......

Ding Pinghou thought about these messy things and felt that today's tea tasted bitter.

At this moment, the door was knocked open.

Magazine editor-in-chief Wang Shouren walked in with a stack of letters.

He had a sullen face.

Ding Pinghou only glanced at it, his heart was agitated, and he had a bad premonition.

"Old Wang, what's wrong?"

"Old Ding, your decision this time is really a bit radical."

Wang Shouren and Ding Pinghou have been old friends for many years and are quite familiar with each other, so they don't mince words when talking.

He threw the letter on the table.

"Look, these are the letters we received from readers today. They protested against the layout adjustment made by our magazine and thought it was very unreasonable."

"Especially for the book "Zhu Xian", readers generally reported that they could not understand it."

Ding Pinghou was silent.

He knows readers may have opinions.

But...

How come there are such big opinions?

He picked up a letter and read it.

Suddenly I felt that what Wang Shouren said was a bit conservative.

Because what the letter said was ten times more unpleasant and ten times worse than what Wang Shouren described!

Wang Shouren advised.

"Old Ding, my suggestion is to adjust the layout back to the original layout and don't make this matter a big deal, otherwise that kid Qian Youdao will take the opportunity to cause trouble again..."

If you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here.

Before Wang Shouren finished speaking, a group of people rushed in.

The leader has a greasy head and noodle, which makes people feel bored just looking at him.

This person is none other than Qian Youdao.

He sneered and issued an ultimatum directly.

"Ding Pinghou, you used a large amount of money to purchase the publishing rights of "Zhu Xian" without permission, and adjusted the magazine's layout without permission, which caused protests from readers. I have told my father about these things. He hopes that you can personally

Go over and explain things clearly."

Ding Pinghou opened his mouth, his face looked a little pale.

......

Cultural Hotel.

Suite No.1.

Living room.

Cao Weidong smiled.

"Mr. Ding, why did you come to see me this time?"

Lou Xiao'e also said with a smile beside her.

"Is it because the magazine is so popular that you came here to share the good news with us?"

Ding Pinghou was silent for a while and sighed.

"Brother Cao, to be honest, I came here because I wanted to terminate my contract with you."

Cao Weidong frowned.

"Termination?"

Ding Pinghou nodded and said bitterly.

"After "Zhu Xian" was published in the magazine, feedback from readers was very bad. Some dealers even wrote to the magazine, saying that if we continued to publish "Zhu Xian", they would no longer sell and promote our magazine."

"I really had no choice, so I licked my old face and ran over to you to mention the termination of the contract."

"Don't worry, I will pay the liquidated damages truthfully."

Lou Xiao'e's face turned pale.
To be continued...