Song Jinglun was the middle-aged owner of Qiushi Bookstore. Although the newspapers and books seemed to be profitable on the surface, the distribution and sales were not booming. Otherwise, Song Jinglun would not have opened the bookstore in a low-rent Tang building.
His Qiushi Bookstore earned at most three to two hundred yuan a month. If there was any explosive news, he might be able to earn three to five bushels more that month. Now, he was very puzzled. Why did Liu Jun, this fiend, invite him here to drink tea? Moreover, he came to a high-end tea room and drank expensive Longjing tea.
Song Jinglun had been living a comfortable life when he was the chief editor of a newspaper company. He had seen and eaten.
However, ever since the post-war newspaper office was closed down and he became addicted to gambling, his days were getting worse and worse. His newspaper industry peers were also estranged. If it wasn't for a few old friends who helped him open a bookstore, he would probably have a problem eating.
If he was still the chief editor of a newspaper, it would be understandable for Liu Jun to invite him to dinner. But now, this fiend knew that he was in dire straits, but he still invited him to Lianxiang Teahouse. What was his intention?
He had something on his mind, so his hands hesitated. He picked up a piece of water chestnut cake and didn't put it into his mouth for a long time. Seeing this, Liu Jun put down his chopsticks and asked,"What, you don't like it?"
Song Jinglun came back to his senses and quickly shook his head.""No, no!"
Liu Jun smiled and poured two cups of tea from the teapot. He placed them in front of Song Jinglun and himself and said casually,""Old Song, you must be wondering why I invited you here for tea.”
Song Jinglun laughed dryly, took the teacup with both hands, and sighed.""To be honest, I'm a cripple now. When I said that I knew a lot of my colleagues in the newspaper industry in front of you, it was just a bluff.”
"Please have some tea. They say it's the top quality Lion Peak Longjing tea, shipped from Longjing Village in the inland.”Liu Jun smiled slightly as if he did not hear Song Jinglun's self-deprecating remark. He picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Before Song Jinglun could finish his sentence, he had no choice but to stop and take a sip of tea when he saw Liu Jun pick up his teacup. However, he was puzzled and did not have the mood to carefully examine the quality of the tea. He hurriedly put down the teacup and immediately said again,"Liu Sheng, I…"
Halfway through his words, Liu Jun waved his hand and filled his cup with tea. His tone was still unhurried."Old Song, please have some tea."
After being interrupted for the second time, Song Jinglun was stunned for a moment. He looked at the bright green tea in the teacup on the table and then looked up at Liu Jun. After a while, he suddenly shook his head and smiled. He took the initiative to raise the teacup to Liu Jun."Liu Sheng, please have some tea."
This time, Song Jinglun was not as reckless as before. Instead, he calmed down and closed his eyes to savor the tea in his cup. He was originally a cultured person. Before his decline, he also liked tea ceremony. However, in the past few years, he was short of money, so this hobby was temporarily put aside. Now that he had calmed down and tasted tea, his temperament became more refined and calm.
Song Jinglun gently blew away the tea leaves floating on the tea, and the fragrance of Longjing tea went straight to his throat along his nostrils. Song Jinglun nodded and took a sip of the tea. The fragrance of the new tea turned from bitter to sweet in his mouth and flowed down his throat into his stomach.
Immediately after, he felt a wave of hot air rising from his lower abdomen. His limbs and bones felt indescribably relaxed and happy. It was the unique taste of tea after it was boiled. Now that Song Jinglun was relaxed, this feeling was even more obvious.
"West Lake Longjing Tea…good!" Song Jinglun put down his teacup and praised.
Liu Jun swallowed the dessert in his mouth and said,""If you like this, you can come here often when you become the chief editor of the newspaper office.”
When Song Jinglun heard this, he was sure of what he was thinking. He exhaled slowly, paused his chopsticks, and placed them on the edge of the plate again. He looked at Liu Jun and said,"Mr. Liu, there's no future in running a newspaper now.”
Liu Jun took out a cigarette box and lit a cigarette. Then, he pushed the match and the cigarette box in front of Song Jinglun and grinned."I was just thinking that if you still can't figure out why I invited you here for the third cup of tea, then I really just invited you here for tea.”
"I haven't used my brain for too long and it's rusty.”Song Jinglun laughed at himself and rubbed the cigarette box in his hand.
"Fairy card, Mr. Lu Xun's favorite.”Liu Jun pointed at the cigarette box in Song Jinglun's hand and said,""Many people wanted to be Lu Xun when they were young, but when they were young, they realized that they were Runtu. In the blink of an eye, they reached middle age, only to sadly discover that they were actually the Cha on the Runtu fork.
You can still be saved. I do have the idea of entering the newspaper industry. As for you, you're not a decent person. I'm looking for you to start a not-so-decent newspaper.”
Although he was already down and out, Song Jinglun still felt a little upset when he heard Liu Jun bluntly classify him as a "indecent" person.
Looking at Liu Jun's matter-of-fact expression, Song Jinglun smiled bitterly.""Liu Sheng, there's no need to be so straightforward, right? Now, the newspaper industry in Fragrance Alley…
Or rather, the entire cultural world was in a slump. Even Mr. Zhou Shuren admitted that this was a cultural desert. Liu Sheng didn't think that he could make money just because the profits from the distribution and sales of newspapers and magazines were abundant.
For example, if you look at the newspaper that is a few feet thick at the entrance of my bookstore, in fact, I would have to pay God if I could sell 1/10 of it. The rest would have to be sent back to the distribution company for recycling.”
In the private room of the teahouse, Song Jinglun introduced the current situation of the newspaper industry in Xiang Xiang to Liu Jun.
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