Chapter 155 What an easy way to make money

Cai Wensheng opened his mouth to say something more, but after a few breaths it turned into a sigh.

As his immediate boss, Jiang Hai is several years younger than him.

However, under his organizational work, the Oriental Metropolis Newspaper was not only successfully launched, but also operated smoothly.

Cai Wensheng knew in his heart that Editor-in-chief Jiang was also the editor-in-chief of the supplement department, but he had never interfered with his editor-in-chief work because of this.

Not only that, when you put forward some new suggestions, or when you need to pursue funding for certain news.

Jiang Hai has always been supportive.

This trust was a privilege that Cai Wensheng had never had before in the cultural units he worked for.

It is undeniable that Cai Wensheng is really at home at Oriental Metropolis Daily.

The newspaper can have a young and promising editor-in-chief, so it dares to implement many innovations.

However, precisely because of his youth, Cai Wensheng felt that he should remind the other party at the appropriate moment.

However, many times, it is better for him to experience it once if you advise him ten thousand times.

"Okay," Cai Wensheng, who decided not to persist, said stiffly: "Since the editor-in-chief has made the decision, let's do what you want."

Jiang Hai nodded and reached out to collect the letters from readers on the table: "If you insist on it for four more days, you will decide the rest of the content."

Cai Wensheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Anyway, as long as there are similar letters these days, I will send them to the editor-in-chief's office."

"Bring them all," Jiang Hai knew this all too well: "No matter what kind of exercises we publish, it is impossible to satisfy every reader."

"So the Pujiang Daily is just trying to be unbiased, every subject and every question is impartial."

"Look, you can see from this that our newspaper is different from them."

After a few seconds of silence, both of them laughed.

Outside the window, there was already light rain falling.

The sound of raindrops made them both look over at the same time.

"The days go by so fast," Cai Wensheng stood in front of the window and sighed: "Unconsciously, our city newspaper has been running for five months."

"That's true," Jiang Hai stretched out his hand and caught a few raindrops:

"Thanks to your hard work, comrades, our newspaper has finally made a profit starting from this month."

"Has the hole been patched up?"

"After making up for it, by next month," Jiang Hai turned to look at Cai Wensheng and said with a smile, "I should be able to give more bonuses to my comrades."

Beginning in the second half of 1979, the reform method of "enterprise-oriented news institutions" has initially achieved results.

In the next few years, the country will enter a stage of rapid development of print media.

How exaggeratedly fast?

According to statistics, during the period from 1980 to 1985.

There will be a publication rate of one publication per day across the country, including cultural propaganda units, factories, and schools in various provinces and cities.

As small as townships, village committees and brigades... Anyway, there is only what you can't think of, and it can't be done without it.

In Pujiang City these days, drizzle falls every night.

In this way, you can also add a bit of coolness to the hot air.

Li Ruocheng reached out and took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose and looked out the window.

Behind the two lighted windows, there are still young people like him who stay up late reading at night.

"Use an excessive amount of iron and dilute nitric acid. After the reaction is completed, the solution will appear..." Jiang Chuan was lying on the bed, holding a stack of newspaper clippings and mumbling.

"Acidic?"

"By the way," Jiang Chuan nodded and continued to ask: "What about the valence of iron ions?"

Ying Ruhua was sitting at the desk, looking at the ceiling and thinking hard: "...Huh?"

"Why did you forget it when it's so simple?" Jiang Chuan criticized seriously: "Brother, I told you before. Let's memorize all these chemistry questions."

"There are too many, I've forgotten them all," Ying Ruhua turned around and quickly picked up the notebook: "Don't worry, I won't sleep if you don't memorize it tonight."

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Jiang Chuan immediately sat up straighter, with fierce eyes: "I won't sleep until I finish reciting."

The voices of the two girls floated out of the window.

Li Ruocheng and Jiang He showed a smile at the same time.

The days approaching the college entrance examination are numbered, and these two little girls finally look like college entrance examination students.

The night gets deeper and the rain becomes heavier.

Throughout Pujiang City, in every household with lights on, there is a candidate of different ages who is working hard for the college entrance examination in three days.

On July 5th, Jiangshan, who was far away in Yanjing, went out early with his bag on his back.

Compared with Pujiang after a night of wind and rain, the air in Yanjing seemed to have been drained of the last trace of water vapor.

At this point, the sun hasn't had time to exert more force.

The traffic at the Xidan intersection has become jammed during the morning rush hour. The sound of the car bells one after another made Jiang Shan feel anxious.

Looking from a distance, it was obvious that there were more people than cars.

The bus Jiang Shan was riding was blocked at the intersection by more than a dozen bicycles.

The female conductor stuck her head out of the window, banged it with a small piece of wood and shouted.

When the bus passed Tiananmen again, Jiangshan found that there were obviously many more tourists than last year.

After finally squeezing out of the car, Jiang Shan strode along the sidewalk with his back already soaked.

The air under the influence of physics immediately began to flow in the fat trouser legs, and the thin underwear suddenly became much more elegant.

In front of the publicity board on the street, a few people gathered around. Jiang Shan went over to look at it for a while.

Basically, they are reports and pictures of self-defense counterattacks.

He raised his camera without hesitation and took a few pictures.

After taking a few more steps forward, the front door building finally came into view.

At the southwest corner, under a newly built pergola.

The four-character signboard "Youth Tea House" with black characters on a white background is particularly eye-catching.

Two square wooden tables put together were filled with large porcelain bowls with blue rims.

Three young men wearing white shirts with small lapels, each holding a large aluminum spoon.

While scooping tea and adding water, he shouted loudly:

"Big bowl of tea, big bowl of tea, two bowls of tea."

"It's both thirst quenching and refreshing..."

"Hey, the guy who took the photo, would you like to try a bowl?"

With a click, Jiang Shan pressed the shutter again towards the young man selling tea: "Okay, here's a bowl to try."

Then he placed two cents on the square table.

I picked up one of the big porcelain bowls and drank half of it.

The slightly bitter herbal tea passes through the throat and reaches the viscera temple.

Suddenly, my heart calmed down a bit.

"Looks like I'm really thirsty," said the young man selling a big bowl of tea, smiling happily.

Jiang Shan, who was holding the porcelain bowl, had no intention of being idle: "Don't tell me, if you set up a tea stall in this place where people come and go, the business will be guaranteed."

"That's it," the young man added another half spoonful of tea to Jiang Shan: "In the first few days of opening, we can earn more than 60 yuan every day."

"More than 60 yuan?" Jiang Shan didn't feel anything at all.

"It's amazing," the young man said proudly, "More than 3,000 bowls, even water can't boil them."

After such a conversion, Jiang Shan suddenly felt: "Awesome!"

In June 1979, faced with the growing ranks of unemployed young people, various streets in Yanjing began to set up collective or individual production and service enterprises.

At that time, except for a few photo booths, there were no commercial service outlets around Tiananmen Square.

There were waves of domestic and foreign tourists coming and going in the square. They were thirsty and tired and couldn't even find a place to drink water.

After an unemployed young man named Yin discovered this situation, he had an idea: If a tea stall could be set up here, it would definitely be popular!

So, with 6 teapots, 100 large porcelain bowls with blue rims, two tables and a few stools... the "Youth Teahouse" was opened.

Not only are the teas sold frequently, but the people who come to take photos are even more frequent!

Domestic and foreign, one counts as one.
To be continued...