The rain clouds came faster than expected.
Thunder suddenly sounded, like a huge statue smashing in heaven.
The accumulated rain clouds spread out, and the lake reflected the rain clouds, creating a breathtaking beauty of the sky and the earth hanging upside down.
The wind blew across the lake, and everything seemed to become quieter, and everything seemed to become noisier.
Before the raindrops fell, the children started screaming and running, each thinking of ways to hide from the rain.
Sean and his team just calmly set up a military green canvas canopy - the moonlight was quite well prepared.
Crackling, raindrops suddenly arrived.
Countless ripples were played on the originally calm lake, raindrops hit the canvas canopy, and a nice crisp sound came from above.
The ground is gradually being soaked with rain. Unable to lie on the carpet any longer, they took out folding stools and camp beds, sat down each, and began to enjoy the different comfort...
Amid the spring thunder and showers, Sean was still flipping through the book brought by the moonlight.
The name of the book is "Father and Son". It is a comic work by an Austrian painter. Each picture depicts a funny story between a father and son...
"This is it!" Sean said excitedly.
"Which one is it?" Moonlight, who had the comic book taken away, asked a little depressed.
"Just what the evening paper needs, something interesting!"
"Comics?" the pianist asked, a little surprised.
Sean closed the book and nodded repeatedly: "I have always felt that the illustrations and black-and-white photos used as a substitute are too rigid. If we can invite a cartoonist to publish some interesting satire or humorous cartoons in the newspaper, it can be The evening paper brings a more relaxed atmosphere…”
Attracted by what Sean said, Aaliyah Dickinson pulled the folding stool and sat next to Sean: "Sounds like a good idea."
Aaliyah was obviously also interested in what Sean said: "I happen to know a pen pal, and he always writes a few interesting cartoons in his letters. I can ask him for manuscripts..."
In the sound of rain, they began to talk about looking for a cartoonist.
The cool spring rain falls on the soil, bringing a unique fragrance of early spring.
Listen carefully, the raindrops on the lake are playing like a crisp and dense drum beat.
The birds stopped chirping and hid in the woods. Instead, there were only a few frogs croaking.
People came to the lake today to enjoy the sunny weather, so when the weather was not good, they all left in anger.
Sean was alone by the lake.
For them, it’s the same good time whether it’s sunny, windy or raining.
Ivan put down the book at hand, quietly listening to the sound of rain that echoed between heaven and earth, looking at the large lake blurred by countless ripples, breathing deeply and long, as if he was dreaming about early spring.
The spring rain comes and goes quickly. The clouds are thick and clear. The thick cumulonimbus clouds are pushed by the wind. The thin clouds are scattered high and low, revealing the blue sky and sunshine again.
The boundary between light and darkness is reflected on the lake and grassland, and the celestial phenomena are reflected on the ground.
After a full meal of rainwater, the spring mud can nourish all things better, and it seems that the sound of the grass growing hard can be heard from now on.
They sat there for a long time, until the sun set, and then left with some reluctance.
·
"Beacon Evening News" seems to have some kind of vitality. Under Sean's hard work, it continues to become richer...
Through friends in the publishing industry, Sean successfully found two cartoonists he liked. Together with the one recommended by Aaliyah, he was able to publish more than three cartoons in the leisure section of each issue.
After arranging the two "little tricks" of "horror serials" and "comics", Sean believed that the "Evening News" now has considerable appeal-it is time to start an advertising campaign.
The income of NZD 6,000 brought by the growth of subscribers in the previous year, plus the NZD 6,000 that Sean borrowed from Wall Street Bank, using this not too abundant funds for advertising, Sean bought the entire city. Advertisements on bus carriages and huge billboards at Guanjian intersection have seven days of advertising time.
Twelve thousand New Zealand dollars poured out, just like Capone's killers emptying three 100-round drum magazines in a Ford sedan without leaving any room...
·
Steve Ryan, the former editor-in-chief of the Evening Beacon newspaper, has just moved.
In order to make it more convenient to work at "The Sun", he moved his family to the east of the city. His wife complained about the move, and his children couldn't understand it either - he endured all of this silently.
Things didn't go well at the Sun either.
Williams, who originally promised to be the editor of the new page, unexpectedly changed his mind at the last minute. After reporting in the newspaper, he was only asked to write a thousand-word column...
Although he was very angry, he had to accept this job in order to make a living. He was crowded in a public office with people who were more than twenty years younger than him. He no longer had the prestige of the independent kingdom.
A while ago, he had been having troubles... Ryan drove his broken Ford out of the garage at home, thinking gloomily about all the things that had happened recently...
Faint moves occur frequently. The newspaper that wrote a review attacking that damn country bumpkin didn’t expect more people to shut down that guy’s ridiculous “reforms”!
Fortunately, I realized later that the momentum was not right, so I contacted a few old friends and stopped paying attention to that foreigner who didn't know how to respect the elderly and the virtuous...
Just let him fend for himself.
As long as you don't pay attention to that ignorant boy, he and his shabby newspaper agency will definitely become more and more...
Um?
Steve Ryan just saw a passing bus, and something seemed to be written on the bus.
Then another bus passed by, and he quickly looked over...
It was a color illustration.
A well-dressed gentleman was sitting on a comfortable single sofa, enjoying red wine and cigars after dinner, holding a copy of the "Lighthouse Evening News" in his hand and reading carefully.
"Lighthouse Evening News, a day's New Testament." The advertisement was typewritten in red on the side.
Steve turned the steering wheel, a little distracted.
Even though he hated Sean, he had to admit that this advertisement was simple and straightforward.
It clearly promotes a lifestyle in which the after-dinner copy of the Evening Beacon is indispensable...
Have they started advertising?
Steve's mouth opened slightly in disbelief.
Then, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: Their efficiency must not be good, and they cannot afford large-scale advertising. They must only advertise on buses on this route...
I just happened to see it.
Well, that must be the case...
However, his self-comfort did not last long.
When his car drove into the city, he soon discovered that almost every bus was filled with advertisements for the "Beacon Evening News".
How can it be? Steve frowned, looking at the different forms of "New Testament in a Day" advertisements on each bus, with a puzzled look on his face...
How could he...? !
Soon, he figured out what was going on - this second-generation rich man from Leon was starting to waste his family's money again!
Steve Ryan patted the steering wheel happily: That must be the case!
The newspaper's performance was not good, so he began to take desperate risks!
The doubts were finally answered satisfactorily, and he could finally drive through the streets surrounded by advertisements from the "Beacon Evening News" with peace of mind...
Burn it, keep burning money... Ryan thought bitterly in his heart, the more you invest, the greater your losses, Mr. Dickinson!
