"Weidong, all the big guys in the industry are here at this gathering. You must be careful with your words and actions later."
Marquis Ding Ping gave him countless warnings.
I'm afraid that Cao Weidong will cause trouble.
This is a gathering of big names in the newspaper industry.
Led by the Newspaper and Periodicals Industry Association Bamboo Mat, the purpose is to allow talents in the industry to communicate with each other and promote the prosperity and development of the industry.
Ding Pinghou begged his grandfather and grandma, and finally he got three tickets.
Cao Weidong was a little puzzled.
"Mr. Ding, in your eyes, am I someone who loves to cause trouble?"
Ding Pinghou thought about it.
But he was very straightforward, so he reminded him in a roundabout way.
"You don't know how popular you are now. The popularity of Zhu Xian has surpassed all the martial arts novels of the same period. Do you think these authors, as well as the newspapers and publishing houses behind these authors, will be jealous of you?" p>
Cao Weidong suddenly realized.
"So, I'm blocking their way to make money?"
"Yes, if you block someone's way of making money, such as killing your parents, there's no guarantee that some narrow-minded people won't take advantage of it."
"Haha..."
Cao Weidong didn't care.
However, under Ding Pinghou's repeated instructions, Cao Weidong still responded with a few words, which was barely a response.
Anyway, he is not the one who takes the initiative to cause trouble, but if someone asks for trouble, he will not be afraid.
Ding Pinghou breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said.
"The people attending the party this time are all elegant people, so they should pay attention to the way they speak..."
"What are methods and methods?"
"It's just to show our elegant side. We who play with pens always have to pay attention to grace. Anyway, just wait and see me."
......
When Cao Weidong and Ding Pinghou walked into the club.
Basically everyone has arrived.
This clubhouse is about 300 square meters, and the decoration is luxurious and luxurious.
There are long tables on both sides of the room.
There are all kinds of food on it.
From time to time, waiters shuttle among the crowd to provide guests with drinks.
An old Western white man with pale beard and hair, wearing a decent suit and holding a wine glass, stood in the center of the club.
Everyone surrounded him like stars holding the moon.
Ding Pinghou suggested.
"That old gentleman is the bamboo mat of our association, Mr. Jack Sparrow."
Cao Weidong frowned.
"A foreigner?"
"Yes. Mr. Jack, who is British, is familiar with China and knows Chinese culture very well."
Ding Pinghou had already guessed what Cao Weidong wanted to say and said it in advance.
"Mr. Jack has a friendly relationship with the British Hong Kong government. It is said that he can serve as the bamboo mat of our association and was specially appointed by the managers of the British Hong Kong government..."
When he mentioned the British Hong Kong government, he particularly emphasized his tone.
Everyone is not a fool.
Cao Weidong reacted instantly.
The newspaper industry is the mouthpiece of information. With such an important tool, the British Hong Kong government naturally wants to keep it firmly in its hands.
It is a natural thing for Jack Sparrow to lead the Newspaper Industry Association.
Ding Pinghou pointed to a person in the crowd and said.
"Look, the guy next to Mr. Jack is Mr. Jin."
"Mr. Jin!"
Cao Weidong was in awe.
The flying snow shoots at the white deer, and the laughing book hero leans on the blue mandarin duck!
This well-known pairing is the abbreviation of the fourteen martial arts novels created by Mr. Jin.
These classic works of Chinese literature have endured for more than half a century and have made outstanding contributions to the development of contemporary Chinese literature.
It can be said that Mr. Jin’s writings have constructed a fantasy martial arts world that is generally recognized by the Chinese world.
This martial arts world is rooted in traditional Chinese culture and history, forming a cultural cohesion.
A sense of identity that all Chinese have for their homeland.
Cao Weidong stepped forward and wanted to go over and talk to Mr. Jin.
But at this moment, a discordant voice came out.
"Hey, isn't this Ding Pinghou? I didn't expect that your newspaper sales are so poor, but you still have the nerve to attend this industry gathering."
Cao Weidong frowned.
The person speaking is none other than Qian Youdao, the current president of Hongya Magazine!
Cao Weidong's eyes flashed.
He looked at Ding Pinghou and reminded.
"Elegance, be elegant."
Ding Pinghou forced a smile on his face and patted the back of Cao Weidong's hand to indicate that he understood.
Qian Youdao continued.
"There are more than 300 newspapers and magazines in the entire Hong Kong city. I heard that last month the China-Hong Kong newspaper ranked last? It seems that Mr. Ding is really old. He should go home and take care of himself instead of misleading others.
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He is narrow-minded and does not want others to live a good life. I heard that after Ding Pinghou left Hongya, he founded the Huagang News and wrote many editorials in his own magazine that slandered the Huagang News.
Ding Pinghou snorted coldly and retorted.
"You don't need to talk about the China-Hong Kong News, but you...I heard that the sales of the magazine have dropped significantly in recent issues. I don't know how Mr. Qian will react when he finds out about this?"<
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Qian Youdao was furious.
"That's because your previous direction was completely wrong, which caused this mess. After my adjustments, although the sales have dropped, the reader stickiness has increased. This is a good sign."
"Really? The sales volume has dropped by more than 50%, and the weekly sales are less than 1,000 copies. Is this also a good sign?"
Ding Pinghou has been paying attention to the development of Hongya Magazine, so he blurted out these words.
Cao Weidong tugged on Ding Pinghou's sleeve again.
"Elegance, be elegant."
"Refined shit, you shouldn't be polite with a person like this. Look at how he has wasted my life's hard work?"
Ding Pinghou rolled up his sleeves angrily.
His tone and voice became louder unconsciously.
"I think this kid is just here for fun, ruining the magazine, and then moving on to the next project. Poor old Mr. Qian was a wise man, but he ended up like a tiger father and son."
Qian Youdao said angrily.
"Who are you talking about?"
"The tiger father and dog son are talking about you."
Ding Pinghou and Qian Youliang had a quarrel.
Many melon-eating people gathered here.
Even Mr. Jack and Mr. Jin are looking here frequently.
Cao Weidong put his hand on his forehead and withdrew from the crowd.
She also said that she should keep herself elegant.
It seems that Mr. Ding is also a sweetheart.
Cao Weidong consciously walked to the long table aside, not intending to participate in the quarrel.
Anyway, as long as the China-Hong Kong Newspaper is developed, it will be the best counterattack against Qian Youdao.
In Cao Weidong's view, quarreling is the most useless thing.
Although sales of the newspaper have been poor since its release, Cao Weidong already has a way to deal with it.
He planned to take advantage of the popularity of "Zhu Xian" to serialize "Journey to Piaomiao" in the China-Hong Kong newspaper to attract readers.
Once "Ming Pao" was in trouble, Mr. Jin used this method to divert traffic to the newspaper and finally revitalized Ming Pao.
While I was thinking about it, a slightly rich voice sounded in my ears.
"I guess you are Mr. Cao Weidong Cao. I noticed you just now."
Cao Weidong was stunned, turned around and looked over, with a look of astonishment appearing on his face for the first time.