"Bao Guowei, you make me miss you so much!" Wang Yiran from "Wu Su Morning News" pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses hanging down the bridge of his nose.
He put down what he was doing and grabbed Bao Guowei's hand. The joy on his face could not be hidden at all.
Bao Guowei knew it clearly. It seemed that the sales volume of "Wu Po Cang Qiong" in Wusu City was good!
"You don't know that with your "Wu Po Cang Qiong", our Wusu Zaobao has been rising steadily! This edition has been reprinted four times recently!"
"Hey! Quickly bring out the best Biluochun I have collected!"
Wang Yiran's joy was beyond words. He took out the latest edition of the newspaper and showed it to Bao Guowei. The serialization of "Wu Po Cang Qiong" occupied most of the page and had become the front page headline.
"Yes! Now all the storytellers in the streets and alleys use this as a model, and the whole Wusu City is aroused by Wu Po fever!" The clerk wearing glasses on the side agreed.
Bao Guowei smiled humbly: "If it weren't for Wu Su Zaobao's publishing platform, Wu Po Cangqiong would never have achieved such an achievement!"
Wang Yiran patted the clerk on the shoulder and introduced: "This is the new editor of our newspaper, Shen Zhiyuan! He is your number one fan!"
Shin Ji-won shook hands with Bao Guowei enthusiastically. When he saw that he still had fans, Bao Guowei was flattered.
"Editor Wang, since Wu Po Cang Qiong is selling so well, then the royalties..."
Wang Yiran was anxious and promised: "You can rest assured! Part of the reason why I called you here today is to settle the royalties for you!"
He asked the master to calculate the accounts, and after a short while, a letter containing a stack of banknotes was brought up.
"To date, Wu Po Cang Qiong has serialized four editions, with a total of 500,000 words. According to the price of 5 yuan per 1,000 words discussed between us, here is 2,500 yuan, please click on it!"
Bao Guowei put the money directly into his pocket, waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "I am trustworthy, Chief Editor Wang, what else do you want?"
"However, Editor-in-Chief Wang, you said you had other purposes for inviting me here today. It's time for me to come, but it doesn't matter!"
Wang Yiran gave Bao Guowei a thumbs up and praised: "Okay! Let me stop chatting. We really have something to trouble you, Bao Guowei."
Seeing Wang Yiran's hesitation, Bao Guowei promised: "To put it bluntly, if I can help Editor Wang, I will do my best."
"Then let me tell you the truth. You also know that the content of our "Wu Su Morning News" is nothing more than popular novels and essays, but in today's era, newspapers are the pen of politics!"
"The world is not stable now. Even the area around Wusu City is not peaceful. The army is having gun battles below, and local newspapers and periodicals are writing wars above!"
"Nowadays, Wu Sucheng is at a disadvantage in writing wars. Our "Wu Su Morning Post" is the most influential newspaper in Wu Su City. The former commander-in-chief put pressure on him to create an additional branch dedicated to discussing current affairs and research. History. But you and I should know that, although it is said to be a research issue, it is essentially just a weapon in the hands of politicians."
Bao Guowei's face became a little ugly, but he couldn't show it on his face.
"What does Editor Wang want me to do to make peace with Marshal Yuan? However, although I have some fate with Marshal Yuan, I don't have any real power in Marshal Yuan's house, so..."
Wang Yiran quickly asked Bao Guowei to stop.
"Hey! Brother Bao misunderstood me. Although I don't want to be a politician, I also want to do something practical for the people."
"Does Editor Wang want to start a journal?"
"The former commander-in-chief wants to use the press to promote his rule, and we also want to use his power to write some useful articles! As Mr. Hu Shi said, study more issues and talk less about doctrines. Sometimes , Talking about doctrine paves the way for problems.”
Bao Guowei nodded. This is a good thing. Wang Yiran has his own ideas and ambitions like Mr. Xiong Shili. However, this has nothing to do with him. He must have a purpose for telling himself so much.
"Then what does Editor Wang mean by asking me, Bao Guowei?"
Editor Wang smiled and poured tea for Bao Guowei. He waited until the mist of hot tea covered Bao Guowei's face before he spoke.
"That's it! I think if this newspaper publishes another branch, it needs a forward. I think Mr. Bao Guowei is the most suitable for this name! Here, on behalf of Wusu Morning Post, I am here to request articles from Mr. Bao."
Bao Guowei took a sip of hot tea and said slowly: "Just for the appointment?"
Editor Wang's expression became a little unnatural, but he still said bravely: "Yes! Don't worry about the manuscript fee! I guarantee that I can give you a very satisfactory price!"
"Editor Wang, I'm really flattered. I'm a writer of popular novels, and I'm not good at writing articles."
"Haha, Mr. Bao is really too humble! I have also communicated with Mr. Xiong Shili, and he specifically recommended you to me. Your historical attainments are recognized by him! Besides, you published in The generation of Haitang Poetry Club is very popular throughout Wusu City!"
Wang Yiran's rainbow fart made Bao Guowei feel a little embarrassed when he praised it, but there was a reason for everything and it must not be that simple.
"Mr. Xiong Shili? This old guy is promoting my name." Bao Guowei thought inwardly.
"However, this matter is definitely not that simple. As long as you have money, no matter what kind of manuscript you can ask for, why bother fighting with a popular writer like yourself?"
Bao Guowei looked at Wang Yiran's attentive behavior and knew that it was unrealistic to ask him for words. On the contrary, it might tear the superficial face.
"The former Marshal..."
Bao Guowei suddenly realized it and figured it out all at once.
"Editor-in-chief Wang must not want to be controlled by Yuan Pingxu when running the magazine. If Bao Guowei is caught in it, Yuan Pingxu may not put so much pressure on him because of Bao Guowei's face."
"In this way, you can not only get the benefits of Yuan Pingxu without losing face, but also use it to make your own articles. It's the best of both worlds."
Bao Guowei, who guessed Wang Yiran's thoughts, sighed secretly in his heart.
"Winning oneself over is just a layer of insurance. In the current situation, newspapers and periodicals are nothing more than tools for politicians. As long as Yuan Pingxu gives an order, newspapers and periodicals will directly become their propaganda tools. A Bao Guowei What does it matter?"
But this is not something Bao Guowei needs to consider. Since he has the money now, why not do it?
Bao Guowei remained calm and observed Wang Yiran's expression. Seeing that he was a little uncomfortable, he was not prepared to embarrass him any more.
"Editor Wang, please let me go back and think about it. I will send someone to give you an answer tomorrow."
As soon as he walked out of the newspaper office, Bao Guowei saw Xiangzi pulling a cart waiting for him at the door. In addition to Xiangzi, there was also Li Yaohui.
