Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

Guan Jiujiu nodded and said, "I've taken it. The students took five articles from Yu Jijiu last night, all of which were written by the officials of the Imperial Academy under his command. Moreover, Yu Jijiu even wrote to us "" Chang'an Morning Post has titled it, just wait for your lord's order, and the printing room will start working immediately!"

After all, Guan Jiujiu added: "As for the writing fee and manuscript remuneration, Yu Jijiu told the students, let us settle the settlement again in January, and there is no rush."

"Oh?"

Guo Ye thought to himself that this guy was fast enough, and asked, "Old Guan, from the overtime printing now until we get off the machine tomorrow morning, how many copies of "Chang'an Morning Post" can we print in total?"

Guan Jiujiu calculated roughly with his fingers, and said, "If we print "Chang'an Morning Post" alone, we should be able to print nearly [-] copies."

After hearing this, Guo Ye sighed with disappointment on his face, "It's only two thousand copies?"

Guan Jiujiu hurriedly explained: "My lord, [-] copies is not old or young, and we haven't bought any machines yet, and we haven't increased the number of manpower yet. We can't get fat in a hurry. Let's try to print [-] copies of the morning newspaper every day, shall we? Keep it up first." For a short period of time, let's see the response and effect, how about it?"

Guo Ye grunted, and said, "You're right. We'll come here for a few days before we start steadily. Have you ever prepared the manpower to deliver newspapers for us?"

Guan Jiujiu nodded and said: "My lord, don't worry, the students have already found coolies in the market who are familiar with Chang'an City, let them run errands in different areas, and deliver newspapers for us temporarily!"

"here you go!"

Guo Ye applauded again, and decided: "Old Guan, our Chang'an Morning News will officially start publishing tomorrow morning. You have worked hard all night, and our printing room will print [-] copies of the Morning News according to the typesetting. Tomorrow We don’t hold any opening ceremony, anyway, as soon as two thousand copies of newspapers are out of the oven, you will start delivering them. Don’t deliver them to ordinary people for the time being, but go to the houses of high-ranking families and the mansions of wealthy gentry in Chang’an , and delivery to the homes of the ministers of the DPRK and China, otherwise the two thousand newspapers would not be able to play their due role.”

Guan Jiujiu nodded and said yes, from the blank sample in Guo Ye's hand that had not yet been typeset, he said, "Don't worry, my lord, the students will definitely do well."

However, Guo Ye did not return the sample to him, but spread it out again, pointed to a blank area, and said: "You reserve this position for me, it is specially used for Yu Nuannuan'Changlefang Big Bank' Advertisement space. That's what you wrote on it..."

During the speech, Guo Ye recounted the set of sayings and advertisements that he had said to Yu Nuannuan, Chai Lingwen and others before.

Guan Jiujiu was stunned when he heard that, and asked, "My lord, can this work? In such a large space, put the six characters of 'Changlefang Daqianzhuang', and what did you say?"

Guo Ye said with a smile: "Old Guan, don't underestimate this advertising space, we will have to rely on this advertising fee to maintain the operation of the newspaper in the future."

Guo Ye was also thinking about where to find a painter to make art templates for newspapers in the future, otherwise there would be no pictures and texts on the advertising space in the future, which would look a bit monotonous.

Guan Jiujiu listened to Guo Ye's words so seriously, so naturally he didn't dare to be sloppy and said yes again and again.

Guo Ye looked at the white newspaper sample again, and his eyes fell on the center of the newspaper. This position should have been used for advertising sales, but now there are no wealthy advertisers, so it would be a pity to leave it empty. up.

Suddenly, on a whim, he came up with an idea not to waste the center position.

Then he pointed to the vertical center of the newspaper, and said to Guan Jiujiu: "Turn around, you can print a few eye-catching big characters here, and make the typesetting vertically!"

Guan Jiujiu asked: "My lord, what is the specific content of the few big characters on this edition?"

Guo Ye thought for a moment, and said: "You just write like this. Warmly congratulate the Supervising Censor Guo Ye, Mr. Guo, on being promoted to the military department of the Ministry of War, Wai Lang, Chang'an Newspaper Office!"

hold head high?

Guan Jiujiu didn't have time to think about how to type such a long sentence, but exclaimed in surprise:

"My lord, have you been promoted again? You have also been promoted to the Ministry of War?"

Guo Ye said complacently, "That's a talent, it's hard to hide his brilliance anywhere, isn't it?"

Guan Jiujiu chuckled twice, and reminded Guo Ye: "My lord, are you being too high profile?"

"laugh……"

Guo Ye chuckled lightly, and said: "High-profile? Others want to be high-profile, but they can't be high-profile. This kind of high-profile method costs money. From now on, anyone who wants to be high-profile can do so. The premise is to come to our newspaper to spend money to buy a position. I understand. No?"

Guan Jiujiu was very surprised when he heard it, and nodded his head dully to show that he knew.

Guo Ye handed the newspaper sample to Guan Jiujiu, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said, "Old Guan, being an official is sometimes like choosing an oiran. If you don't hype or publicize, who would know you?" ? Dude has a ready-made publicity channel, why don't you hype it up for yourself?"

Guan Jiujiu was completely defeated. Apart from nodding, he really didn't know how to argue with Guo Ye.

After Guo Ye encouraged him again, Guan Jiujiu returned to the printing room and got busy.

As soon as Guan Jiujiu left, Guo Ye was alone in the empty courtyard. He had nothing to do and had to leave here and return to his home in Taipingfang.

Walking out of the gate of the newspaper office, Guo Ye stretched his waist, stretched his arms, and said to himself expectantly:

"Two thousand newspapers, hehe, I wonder if there will be another whirlwind in Chang'an City tomorrow?"

expect,

Guo Ye is looking forward to tomorrow's arrival.

Then, he slowly descended the steps, got into the carriage parked outside the gate early in the morning, and gave an order:

"Go back to the house, go back and have a good sleep, and wait for tomorrow!"

"drive……"

da da da da...

The horse raised its hooves, dragged the wheels of the cart and creaked, and gradually left the entrance of Changlefang.

Chapter 504 disrupted the rhythm

Two thousand newspapers leave Changle, and once they enter the imperial capital, wind and thunder shake.

……

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In the early morning of the next day, before the sky was clear, [-] copies of "Chang'an Morning Post" got off the plane early. Under the arrangement of Guan Jiujiu, nearly fifty coolies were in charge of putting them in, and they were widely distributed to all parts of Chang'an.

With its novel design, excellent paper quality, unique typesetting and content, "Chang'an Morning Post" swept across the entire Chang'an City's high-ranking and rich mansions like frost and snow, and caused an uproar... …

Zhongshu Province Zhongshuling Fang Xuanling's mansion, Fangfu.

At this time Fang Xuanling had just woken up, was about to change into official robes, and was about to enter the palace for the morning court.

Suddenly, a servant knocked on the door outside the bedroom and shouted: "Master, Master, come out and have a look!"

Fang Yiai's mother, Lu Shi, was still sleeping with her big butt pouted, when she heard the noise outside, she muttered in displeasure, "It's so noisy!"

Fang Xuanling was naturally afraid of his wife's strict control. Seeing the old ladies getting angry, he immediately opened the door, and softly shouted at the servants: "What are you arguing about? I don't know if Madam likes to get up late?"

Fang Xuanling yelled and scolded the servant suddenly, he felt aggrieved, raised the things in his hand, and said depressedly: "Master, someone from outside threw it into the courtyard of the mansion, saying it was to deliver newspapers to our mansion. Wait a minute When I went out of the mansion to look, the man had already disappeared, and was gone!"

"It's long-winded! What kind of newspaper, I have never heard of it! Take a look..."

Fang Xuanling snatched the newspaper from the servant's hand, spread it out for a rough look, there were four huge printed characters on the cover: Chang'an Morning News!

Looking at the strokes of these four big characters, Fang Xuanling looks like it was written by that old Yu Shinan.

After seeing it, Fang Xuanling immediately paid attention to it, and took a closer look.