Several other editors of Pujiang Daily did not think so.

"It's not impossible to go in the direction of science fiction, but "The Future of PHS" is a popular science book for children, so I don't think it's appropriate to choose it."

"That's right. After all, our newspaper is not a teenager's book."

"Don't forget," Editor-in-Chief Wu reminded: "As early as the first half of the year, our newspaper published several excerpts from "PHS: A Journey into the Future," and the response was very good."

Seeing what Chief Editor Wu was saying, the other editors naturally stopped insisting.

After all, he is the head of the supplement department.

"Children's popular science novel?" Only then did Wei Yuanxing come to his senses: "If this is the case, you should be careful about writing another novel..."

Around the 1980s, the glory of print media was just beginning.

At this time, major newspapers and periodicals have realized the importance of "retaining customers with supplements".

However, the old habit of commending and reporting news has not changed at all.

It's early time to get off work, but in the editor-in-chief's office of Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Except for Jiang Shan, the other three people all gathered together.

"Turn the page quickly."

"I haven't finished reading yet?"

"Comrade Jiang Hai, why are you, the editor-in-chief, reading so slowly?"

"I don't read as many manuscripts as you do every day," Jiang Hai defended, "Besides, I read them more carefully."

"Lao Cai, stop talking nonsense." Rong Bin said anxiously: "I haven't seen clearly what Taoist Master Qiu said."

"Stop talking about it,"

Jiang Hai, who was sitting in the middle, slammed the book on the table and said with eyes wide open:

"Both of you don't have to work anymore? Where's the manuscript that turned over on Road 26? Why don't you go back and edit it quickly?"

"Ah, I almost delayed my business," Editor Rong quickly stood up and prepared to leave.

After turning around and seeing Jiang Shan, he couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Jiang, you vulture..."

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes!"

"Yes, where did you get "Legend of the Condor Heroes"? It's so good."

"Doesn't it look good?"

"It is indeed very attractive." Cai Wensheng, who was still reluctant to move his butt, was also surprised: "I have never seen many excellent novels like this."

Jiang Shan sat on the sofa triumphantly: "This book is really hard to get, and it also contains two owls."

He also didn't want to think about the fact that he exchanged two owls for a pair of owls and a pair of birds.

"Owl," Jiang Hai suddenly remembered: "That time when I went to Guangzhou?"

"Yes, it was that time, but I only got the book recently."

I mainly kept it with my family for a few days, otherwise it would have been brought to the newspaper office.

"What do you think?" At this moment, Jiang Hai went straight to the topic:

"I feel that if the next issue of the serialized novel is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the circulation of our "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will definitely increase a lot."

"What's there to discuss?" Rong Bin raised his hands in agreement: "As for the few books Lao Cai recommended before, even one of them can't compare."

"Haha," Cai Wensheng himself was laughing: "Just follow what our editor-in-chief says, then... I will take this "Legend of the Condor Heroes" back to the office first."

Jiang Hai quickly stopped him: "It's not too late to get it tomorrow."

"That won't work. I have to study it carefully first."

After speaking, Cai Wensheng picked up the manuscript on the table, turned around and evacuated.

When passing by Jiangshan, I didn’t forget to wink: “Well done!”

"Ha," Jiang Shan said happily. Of course he knew how great his trick was.

After the two chief editors left, Jiang Hai came over and sat next to Jiang Shan.

"No wonder my second brother seemed to be possessed by a demon a few days ago. It would probably be the same for me too."

"Brother, let me tell you clearly," Jiang Shan leaned sideways and leaned on the armrest of the sofa: "Does the author of this book know how popular it is in Xiangjiang?"

"Jin...Yong?"

Jiang Hai leaned back on the sofa and murmured to himself.

He had heard this name mentioned several times by others, but it was a pity that he had never seen the other person's masterpiece.

"This author has written a lot of martial arts novels similar to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". In order to exclude outsiders, he even ran a newspaper to exclusively publish his own novels."

"Can I apply for a newspaper by myself in Xiangjiang?" This seemed new to Jiang Hai.

"It's not a big deal to run a newspaper by yourself." Jiang Shan thinks that whether it can be sold is the key: "I guess it will be possible in mainland China in two years."

"Then it's nothing you and I can worry about," Comrade Jiang Hai yawned one after another:

"What I'm most worried about now is how the authorities will react after the news about the overturn of Route 26 is published."

"You don't have to worry too much about this," Jiang Shan thought, "According to my suggestion, Chief Editor Jiang, you should follow the reporter to the hospital tomorrow."

"Why should I follow you?"

"Let Rong Bin's people buy some canned fruits and deliver them together. After all, some people are injured."

Having said this, Jiang Hai also understood a little bit: "What you mean is that you want me to take a look at the injured people."

"Shouldn't we go and express condolences?"

"Okay~" Jiang Hai patted the armrests on both sides of the sofa: "It's time to go and express condolences."

"Then I'll go and get busy first," Jiang Shan stood up and said goodbye: "Don't forget to take more photos."

"knew."

"Don't forget to let them wear newspaper vests."

"good!"

"do not forget……"

"Is it over yet? Since when did you become such a mother-in-law?"

"Don't forget about me."

"..." Jiang Hai was stunned and rushed to the phone: "Don't worry, I will definitely get the newspaper on the weekend."

"You are really my brother."

After drinking up the tea, Jiang Shan walked leisurely to his office.

"Huh? Why haven't you gotten off work yet?"

When he walked in and saw Jiang Zhuangzhuang sitting at his workstation, Jiang Shan immediately reacted: "Is something wrong?"

"It's true that something happened," Jiang Zhuangzhuang smiled pretending to be mysterious: "Guess, who called you just now?"

"who?"

When he saw the other party's dead look, Jiang Shan's heart skipped a beat: "Isn't it a long distance trip to Japan?"

How long has it been? Jiangning Toy Factory's account has been settled long ago.

After all, Miss Yu Sigui still has 50,000 yuan left with him.

Jiangshan has been struggling in recent days. Should we take the initiative to call Japan and show concern?

"That's not true." Jiang Zhuangzhuang didn't expect Jiangshan to think that far: "It's a long distance trip from Yanjing. She said her surname is Liu."

"Last name is Liu?"

"This is the call-back number I wrote down. The other party seems to be quite anxious and wants you to call back quickly."

"oh?"

Taking the note from Jiang Zhuangzhuang's hand, Jiang Shan turned around on the phone's dial.

When the last round of playback was turned back to its original position, Jiang Shan gave Jiang Zhuangzhuang, who was still staring at him, a look that said, "Hurry up and get off work, don't listen to my phone calls."

As a result, he was soon the only one left in the office.

"Hello,"

"It's Jiangshan, right? When I hear it, it's you, haha!"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver: "Comrade Liu Xiaoqing? Why did you call me?"

"What do you call me gay? I see so many outsiders." The other party suddenly became unhappy: "Didn't I ask you to call me sister?"

"Sister, Sister Xiaoqing," Jiang Shan immediately followed her.

"That's pretty much it," Liu Xiaoqing's unique voice sounded quite pleasant on the phone: "Jiang Shan, can you do me a favor?"
To be continued...