the next day
Liu Jun slipped away early in the morning and went to the office of Qiushi News in Guantong. He knew very well that a hot news topic couldn't stay hot forever. When he saw the report submitted by Song Jinglun that the sales volume of Qiushi News had dropped from 100,000 to 82,000 in the past two days, and it was still on the decline, he wasn't surprised at all.
It was just that the people of this era were still inexperienced and lacked contact. They were in an era where they were slow in the past. If this was the future of the internet, this kind of news would not attract much attention.
"Liu Sheng, do you want to do a Wuxia column now and serialize the novel in the newspaper?”Song Jinglun said to Liu Jun, who was sitting in his chief editor's seat.
Liu Jun threw the report back on the table and shook it with one finger.""There's still one move that hasn't been used. Although everyone's attention was gradually shifting away from the Russian strongman, the heat of this incident had not completely dissipated. It was better to strike while the iron was hot and make a real martial arts competition.”
Unlike the other staff members who were kept in the dark, Song Jinglun, as the editor-in-chief, knew that Liu Jun had this plan, so he was not surprised.
After some thought, Song Jinglun said with some concern,""Boss, Fragrance Alley doesn't allow public competitions. If we want to build a boxing ring, we can only do as written in the newspaper and build it on the Aomen Grand Stage. I'm worried that we don't have enough funds.”
Although Qiushi Daily's sales had been soaring recently, it did not earn much because the popularity of the news this time was too short. Even if the newspaper's daily sales exceeded 100,000 copies, it would only be popular for a short two days.
In addition to the cost of producing the newspaper, and the distribution price to the newspaper owners and bookstalls, the Qiushi Press would only earn three to four immortals at most for the last newspaper that sold for one cent.
It had been less than a month since it was founded, and the newspaper had a surplus of about 30,000 yuan. After giving the Russians a hush money, there was not much money left on the newspaper's books.
"People have to be flexible." When he heard Song Jinglun mention the problem of insufficient funds, Liu Jun smiled and said,""Do you really think your boss is being kind? I specially went to Aomen to hire a master and set up a boxing ring. Of course, you have to buy a ticket to enter. A ticket is 15 yuan. Make the newspaper better and I guarantee that it will be full.”
"15 yuan?" Song Jinglun's expression changed." I heard that the tickets to Mei Lanfang's play are only 10 yuan. Isn't 15 yuan too high?”
Liu Jun shook his head and said with certainty,""It's not high. Why would a person who is willing to spend money to watch boxing across the sea feel bad about a 15-yuan ticket? However, don't be happy too early. Our news agency can't take all of this money. It's easy for others to say that. I'm going to donate all the profits from the tickets to charity in the name of Qiushi Bao.”
Song Jinglun took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but he could not say a word.
The Aomen Grand Stage was the largest venue in Aomen and could accommodate more than 5,000 people. If a ticket was sold for 15 yuan, he could easily earn 100,000 Hong Kong dollars. How bold would he be to donate such a large sum of money?
In 1950, the market value of a 1,000-foot building on Prince Road was only about 30,000 yuan.
Song Jinglun felt his heart pounding. He knew that he did not have Liu Jun's boldness, but after calming down and thinking about it, it was just as Liu Jun had said. Qiushi Bao could not afford such a large sum of money. It seemed that donating the money was the safest way.
During this period of time, Qiushi Bao was in the limelight. The Russian Hercules incident planned by Liu Jun made everyone in Hong Kong pay attention to Qiushi Bao.
However, it was easy to break if it was too hard. Moreover, the current Qiushi Bao was like water without a source and wood without roots. Who knew how many people were secretly eyeing this piece of fat meat? Liu Jun was also unwilling to give the newspaper a platform. After a long time, this newspaper would definitely not be able to develop for a long time.
Doing charity and allowing Qiushi Bao to occupy the moral high ground was barely a " good way " for the newspaper to go further.
Song Jinglun lit a cigarette and sat on the chair with a bitter smile.""Liu Sheng, you say it so casually. Did you already make a plan?”
"Last time, when you said that there were people from the martial arts world coming and going at the entrance of the newspaper office, and that there were policemen who came to inquire about the sales situation, I had already thought about it. No matter how big the newspaper was, it would not live long without a background to support it.”
" I'll use a hundred thousand yuan ticket sales to gain a good reputation for charity," Liu Jun said calmly." At least, no one will dare to have any ideas about Qiushi Bao in the short term." If he really put all the money into his pocket, those short mules who were still probing would immediately pounce on him and gnaw on Qiushi Bao until there was nothing left.”
"Actually, we can also find a big headline to protect our safety.”Song Jinglun pondered for a moment and spoke hesitantly.
Liu Jun smiled and picked up a pen from the table. He wrote on the paper in front of him for a moment and then raised his head.
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