In his previous life, Cao Weidong learned about the process of starting a newspaper out of interest.
Then he realized that it was very difficult to start a newspaper in mainland China.
The first choice must have an issue number.
The issue number is exclusively controlled by the state and is only owned by qualified publishing houses.
Secondly, you need to be affiliated with the unit.
Because the state has regulations.
Individuals are not allowed to operate newspapers and magazines. They must be affiliated with an affiliated unit to handle these procedures.
But in Hong Kong City in the 1960s.
All the above troublesome steps can be omitted and simplified.
As long as you have money.
Moreover, Ding Pinghou has been working in the industry for most of his life and has a wide network of contacts. He quickly helped Cao Weidong go through all the procedures.
Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.
The day after Ding Pinghou cleared the formalities, Cao Weidong showed off his "money skills" and bought out all the underlying merchants in Xinyi Lane with a large sum of money.
The landlord was shocked when he received the money.
Then he quickly completed the transfer procedures and ran away quickly, fearing that Cao Weidong would regret it.
Cao Weidong looked at the underlying merchant that he had bought as a whole, with a fox-like smile on his face.
This era is still in the golden age when one shop supports three generations.
In the future.
This business will grow in value a hundred times or a thousand times!
For Cao Weidong, this is a truly profitable deal.
Cao Weidong looked around and felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory, so he simply bought the shops on the left and right of the ground floor together, and asked someone to open up several shops, thus forming a huge office park that can easily accommodate more than a hundred people working at the same time.
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At this point, the three-story building in front of us, located in a prime location on Xinyi Lane, completely belongs to Cao Weidong.
Ding Pinghou was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth.
He knows that Cao Weidong is rich.
After all, I rented Suite No. 1 at the Mandarin Hotel for three months in one go!
But Ding Pinghou never expected that Cao Weidong would be so rich that he directly bought a building!
Isn’t this too exaggerated?
Cao Weidong explained in a calm tone.
"Mr. Ding, I just think it's more convenient to buy an office building."
Ding Pinghou.
"...."
He was obviously choked.
In the end, I could only force a smile.
"Yeah, I think so too."
In Cao Weidong's heart, he scored full marks for his pretentious behavior just now.
Yes, this is the posture a boss should have...
Then Cao Weidong looked around the street, feeling a little anxious.
He has countless supplies in his carry-on space.
Use a very small part of it to cash out.
It’s enough to take pictures of the whole street.
However, after thinking about it, Cao Weidong felt that this was still a bit too conspicuous and could easily arouse the covetousness of others.
"Forget it, there are still days to come anyway, so take your time."
Cao Weidong thought quietly.
.......
In the next period of time, Ding Pinghou and Wang Shouyi kept talking to each other and finally attracted a group of employees.
This is the backbone of Wenggang Newspaper.
At this point, the staff, venue, and registration procedures are all complete.
All that's left is the opening and first publication.
At this time, Ding Pinghou specially invited a Feng Shui master to ask questions.
After reading Feng Shui.
The master told Ding Pinghou that he must officially open his business on August 20th, so as to ensure smooth business and turn bad luck into good luck.
Time is too tight.
There is still a lot of preparation work to be done.
But Ding Pinghou worked hard.
Cao Weidong acquiesced to Ding Pinghou's superstitious behavior.
After all, people in Hong Kong believe in ghosts and gods, so he should just follow the local customs.
August 20th will soon arrive.
Early that morning, the "Hua Hong Kong News" co-founded by Cao Weidong and Ding Pinghou was registered in Hong Kong City and officially launched.
At the staff meeting.
Cao Weidong delivered his first speech as the founder.
"My name is Cao Weidong, an overseas Chinese and a writer."
Cao Weidong is introducing himself.
“After I came to Hong Kong City, I fell deeply in love with this land. I vowed at that time that I must do something for this beautiful land, so I chose the path of writing, hoping to promote the cultural construction of Hong Kong City.
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"My choice was correct. In the following days, I created the work "Zhu Xian" and it was deeply loved by everyone."
There was a burst of understanding laughter from the audience.
Cao Weidong also smiled, then his volume increased and his tone became serious.
"However, I found that newspapers in Hong Kong City vary in quality from good to bad. Out of our own ideals, Mr. Ding and I co-founded China-Hong Kong Newspaper."
Facing all the employees of the newspaper, Cao Weidong's voice was strong and powerful, and his tone was full of patriotic feelings.
"I hope that the positioning of China Hong Kong News will be to take a middle line that is inclusive of serious editorial commentary and light and popular literature."
"The name "Huagang" actually has two meanings."
"First, we are of the same blood as the mainland. We are all descendants of the Yellow Emperor and the Yellow Emperor. We should not forget our roots and help each other."
"Second, we should take it as our responsibility to carry forward and spread Chinese civilization and maintain "fairness and kindness."
"This is my stance in founding the China-Hong Kong Newspaper!"
The newspaper staff applauded.
Ding Pinghou said excitedly.
"Okay! This is the newspaper that Hong Kong City needs!"
Cao Weidong saw that the atmosphere was heightened and his tone became more relaxed.
"Of course, feelings cannot be eaten for food. People are not familiar with me. Maybe they came to work at the China Hong Kong Newspaper for Mr. Ding's sake."
"We will still spend a long time together in the future...I may not be able to keep other promises, but there is one thing I can guarantee."
"All employees working in Huagang are my family!"
"The salary and benefits of each of you must be in the first echelon in the entire Hong Kong newspaper industry!"
This time, the applause became more intense!
They are not familiar with Cao Weidong.
I am also very unfamiliar with China-Hong Kong Newspaper.
But.
Through Cao Weidong’s speech.
They know.
My boss is a straightforward person.
Working with such a boss will definitely not be too bad.
Ding Pinghou and Wang Shouyi looked at each other.
There are smiles on all faces.
The China-Hong Kong Newspaper is off to a pretty good start.
This is sure!
But soon, the cruel facts gave Ding Pinghou a heavy slap in the face...
.......
One early morning in September.
Strong wind.
Li Yu.
The sky is extremely gloomy.
Pedestrians are in a hurry on the road.
Early this morning, the Hong Kong City Observatory observed the path of the "typhoon ball" and issued the No. 1 alert signal.
An hour later, the Observatory changed to strong wind signal No. 3.
As the storm signal approaches, the British Hong Kong government finally officially issued the first "Storm Signal No. 8" this year.
Hong Kong City is a city by the sea. On average, there are one or two typhoons every year, so the citizens are not surprised.
But just because I have experienced so much, I became consciously in awe and began to prepare for flood prevention intensively.
Lin Yuandong held an umbrella, greeted the school guard, and walked out of Hong Kong City University.
He planned to take a walk around Xinyi Lane, not far from the school, before the typhoon officially came.
I heard that a new newspaper office has opened over there.
According to colleagues, the newspaper was accepting manuscripts for novels, and the fees were very high, so Lin Yuandong wanted to try his luck there.
Lin Yuandong is a teacher at City University of Hong Kong.
But because my job salary was not high, and my wife was pregnant, it was difficult for me to support my family with my meager income, so I came up with the idea of part-time job.
But he has a teacher who can't lift it with his hands or carry it on his shoulders, so he really doesn't have a suitable job.
Naturally, Lin Yuandong set his sights on novel creation.
It can be said that writing in Hong Kong City was becoming a common practice at that time.
Walking on a crowded street, if you throw bricks down, three or four out of ten people will be writers.
Affected by this trend, Lin Yuandong also wrote a short novel in his spare time at work. He was quite satisfied with it, so he submitted it to the newspaper with the encouragement of his wife.
However, his works have been canceled many times by newspapers and magazines.
Lin Yuandong was unwilling to give in.
Decided to go to a nearby newspaper to submit the article in person.
That’s why I took this trip.
At this time, the rain on the horizon has become a little urgent.
Lin Yuandong knows.
In a few hours at most, the rain will get heavier, and he has to return to the temporary dormitory assigned by the school before the heavy rain comes.
Lin Yuan was in a hurry along the way.
When passing by a fast food restaurant, he found that a notice saying "Typhoon Signal No. 8 is currently hoisted" had been posted outside the door, and sandbags were placed at the entrance and exit to prevent flooding.
Lin Yuandong shook his head.
The owner of this fast food restaurant, whose surname is Zhang, has a carefree personality and has always regarded typhoons as nothing.
Even he has prepared flood prevention materials, which shows how big the impact of this typhoon is.
While I was thinking, the window suddenly opened.
Through the window, you can see many diners enjoying delicious food inside. The atmosphere is extremely leisurely and comfortable, as if the typhoon does not exist at all.
Lin Yuandong wished he could give himself a slap.
What I guessed was really outrageous.
At this time, Brother Zhang, the owner of the fast food restaurant, poked his head out of the window and enthusiastically solicited customers.
"Xiao Lin, are you here for dinner? Today we have your favorite barbecued pork rice."
Lin Yuandong hesitated for a moment and finally said.
"Leave a copy for me and I'll pack it up and take it away later."
Brother Zhang was a little surprised.
"The storm is coming soon, what else are you going to do?"
Lin Yuandong did not regard Brother Zhang as an outsider, so he stated his purpose.
Brother Zhang thought for a while and suddenly disappeared.
"Oh, that's the newspaper you're talking about... It seems to be called Hua Hong Kong News, right? Their house is very cold and there are no people at all."
"And recently, there have been a lot of cries and howls coming from the newspaper office. Everyone said it was haunted and unlucky."
Lin Yuandong felt a lot of chill in his heart.
But I have already arrived at the place, and it would be inappropriate to go back.
So I can only bite the bullet and move forward.
After walking along this alley for another ten minutes, we finally arrived at our destination.
Lin Yuandong knocked on the door.
Before he could speak, the door creaked open and someone asked.
"Who?"
Lin Yuandong was startled by this man.
Is this person a human or a ghost?
At this moment, countless classic ghost stories from Hong Kong flashed through Lin Yuandong's mind.
In fact, this is not to blame Lin Hengdong for thinking wildly.
The man in front of me has pale skin and sunken eye sockets, especially his hair, which is obviously starting to become oily and messy, just like a bird's nest.
Lin Yuandong has already flinched a little.
He waved his hand and was about to say that he had gone to the wrong door and would leave now.
But before the words were spoken, the man saw the manuscript in Lin Yuandong's hand and naturally took it.
"Oh, I see, you are the author, right?"
The main ways of publishing novels in Hong Kong are newspapers or magazines.
There are often new writers who recommend themselves with manuscripts in hand.
This kind of thing is too common.
Lin Yuandong originally wanted to leave, but he couldn't leave at this time, so he could only respond with an awkward nod.
"I'm just a little interested..."
Open the door, take the manuscript, and walk back.
"You should be here to submit a manuscript, I'll take you to the editor."
"Ehehehe..."
Lin Yuandong had no choice but to follow the person who opened the door and walked into this building that was full of depression and gloominess in his eyes.
At this time, the sky was a little gloomy and the room seemed very dark. Lin Yuandong tried his best to open his eyes wide and look around.
He found that everyone looked the same.
It's like I haven't slept for several nights.
Lin Yuandong was a little scared.
Deliberately look for topics.
"We are the China-Hong Kong Newspaper, right? I heard it mentioned by a friend, but I have never seen this newspaper in the newspaper office. Is this a weekly newspaper or a monthly newspaper?"
The person who opened the door said it naturally.
"Oh, we are a daily newspaper."
"Then..."
"It's very simple, because our newspaper publication volume is very low, no one reads our newspaper at all."
It's possible that the person who opened the door was honest.
Lin Yuandong hesitated for a moment, speechless.
He hesitated, feeling a little impolite. Just as he was thinking about how to move the subject, he saw the person opening the door pointing at a glass room and saying to him.
"Here we are, Mr. Ding, the person in charge of our newspaper, and Mr. Wang, the editor-in-chief."
"Go on your own. I have something else to do. I hope you can pass the manuscript smoothly."
Lin Yuandong hummed and walked into the glass room.
In the room at this time, the general manager Mr. Ding was answering the phone.
.......
"Thank you, you won't have to worry about our affairs."
Ding Pinghou was extremely unhappy and hung up the phone directly with an angry expression on his face.
Wang Shouyi said beside him.
"Whose phone number is it?"
Ding Pinghou said angrily.
"Who else could it be? Our old friend, the second generation ancestor Qian Youdao."
"He heard that we also founded a newspaper and called us specifically to laugh at us."
"Damn, isn't it just that I haven't sold a single newspaper in half a month? What's the big deal? After Mr. Cao's new work starts to be serialized, I will counterattack and show that kid every minute..." p>
Wang Shouyi glanced at Lin Yuandong and tapped his fingers on the table to signal Ding Pinghou to pay more attention when he spoke.
Then he said.
"Hello, I am the editor-in-chief of the newspaper. I didn't know you..."
When Lin Yuandong heard that the China-Hong Kong Newspaper had not sold a copy for half a month, his heart suddenly went cold. But he was already here, so he had to ask.
So he explained his purpose.
Wang Shouyi smiled gently and said: "So that's what happened. Bring the manuscript you wrote and let me take a look."
Lin Yuandong immediately handed over the manuscript.
Wang Shouyi only glanced at it, and his eyes lit up.
Because this is a fairy tale!
Lin Yuandong smiled awkwardly and said: "I am a fan of Zhu Xian and was influenced by Zhu Xian, so I wrote this novel. Although it does not fit the framework of a martial arts novel, I think..." Wang Shouyi waved his hand and interrupted Lin Yuandong directly.
"Your manuscript has been accepted. The manuscript fee will be calculated on a divided basis. It will be published in the newspaper probably next week. You can go back and wait."
Lin Yuandong felt dizzy and felt a little unreal.
The good news is that my manuscript was approved.
The bad news is that the newspaper is going out of business.
He walked around the office feeling uneasy and greeted the guy who opened the door for him warmly.
"How was it?"
Lin Yuandong paused and said politely.
"The manuscript has been drafted and will be published in the newspaper next week."
The person who opened the door said with a smile: "My name is Zhang Liang, you can just call me Brother Liang. Congratulations, we will publish a brand new newspaper next Monday. You are very lucky."
Lin Yuandong was confused and didn't know what blessing Zhang Liang was talking about.
But when he glanced over, he saw Zhang Liang also holding a compiled manuscript in his hand.
The four characters "Piaomiao Journey" are written on the cover...