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Comrade Jiang Hai has been outstanding since he was a child, and he has perfect reading comprehension.

He was quickly analyzing at this time. Editor Cai was directly arranged by the Cultural Affairs Bureau, and he would definitely get advice from an expert.

Therefore, Jiang Hai said word by word: I think Comrade Cai Wensheng's words are very reasonable. Only by recruiting external advertisements can our newspaper fundamentally solve the current predicament of the unit.

The conference room became quiet again.

Comrade Jiang Hai, Chief Editor Cai has just been transferred here and doesn't understand the situation. Why are you confused too?

Advertise in the newspaper?

If they could, other newspapers would have published it.

If you do this, you will be criticized by your superiors.

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Cai Wensheng was also a little surprised. After all, no one had cooperated with him in his work since he was transferred. He never expected that the first person to support him would be this young deputy editor.

Jiang Hai looked around and said loudly:

Whether other newspapers publish advertisements or not is their business, but we at Pujiang Daily must put this matter on the agenda. According to my understanding, the Finance Bureau will probably not allocate any more money to our newspaper, and the same goes for other newspapers. .

No one said anything at this time, they all looked at Jiang Hai blankly.

Although there are many old comrades in the newspaper office, they have always complained about Jiang Haineng's sudden appointment as deputy editor-in-chief.

But he is now the leader after all. Could he have made such an unprecedented decision because he had received instructions from the superior department?

In that case, we can't confront each other.

Jiang Hai looked around and said slowly: Not long ago, eight mainstream newspapers in Yanjing have submitted applications to the Ministry for newspaper companies to adopt the corporate route, and the Finance Ministry will announce it soon.

Everyone here is well-versed in current affairs. I don't need to say more. You already understand what this means, right? A new era is coming, and it's time to consider economic benefits.

There was silence all around, and everyone in the simple conference room was still in a state of confusion.

Jiang Hai looked at them as if he saw himself yesterday.

He looked at Cai Wensheng again and said with a smile: So our newspaper has to seriously study the methods and methods of advertising. After all, cultural units also need to eat, and each of them eats a lot.

Cai Wensheng had not recovered yet. He had indeed been thinking about ways to change the newspaper's predicament, and after much deliberation, the only solution was advertising.

But he really didn't expect the situation in Jiang Hai's mouth. At this moment, when Jiang Hai looked at him, he quickly agreed: Yes, besides, it is natural for the media to publish advertisements.

That's right, Jiang Hai agreed very much with this sentence:

There is another thing that you may want to know. As early as a few months ago, our decoration company in Pujiang has been petitioning the Ministry of Commerce in order to resume advertising business as soon as possible.

Before it was the Eight Great Masters of Yanjing, and now it is Pujiang Decoration Company.

In the eyes of everyone who was surprised again and again, today's Deputy Editor Jiang felt secure in controlling everything for the first time.

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At 2:30 in the morning, Jiang Shan, who was sleeping in the truck room, was dragged up by his master: You are sleeping so hard, get up and get ready.

Don't you want to sleep for a while? Jiang Shan said lazily, taking a deep breath, Aren't you sleepy?

Let's both lie down. The director will come later and we'll be fine.

Haha, Jiang Shan, who had slept well, was in a good mood: Master still loves me.

It hurts like hell.

The master Jiangshan had a strong opinion on the apprentice assigned to their workshop.

Other people's apprentices either serve tea to their masters or prepare meals for their masters.

As for him, he was nowhere to be seen all day long, wandering around a young female worker.

However, he has become more reliable recently, especially today, when he came here, he even knew that he had brought him a pack of Pegasus cigarettes.

The old master is like this, he can see every change in you.

It was still some time before the newspaper was published, and Jiang Shan was lying on the desk at the door of the trucking room, concentrating on drawing Three Strikes of Bone Demons.

This is already the sixth page, thanks to the blessing of my previous life, because I have a hobby of copying comic books.

At this moment, Jiang Shan's mind space was extremely clearly displayed with the sketches of the villain calligraphy and painting of Three Strikes of Bone Demons.

Therefore, he does not need to worry too much about the composition and the content of each page.

Just draw.

The painting technique of line drawing has long been familiar to me. If it weren't for Jiang Shan's multi-tasking, he would probably be able to finish ten pages at least.

Three dollars...three dollars...and three dollars, alas, it's a pity that the acceptance of newspapers will begin soon.

Just as Jiang Shan was muttering in a low voice, a shadow suddenly cast down, and then a hand slowly stretched out.

Gently, without a sound, he just put his palm up on the table.

Jiang Shan's eyes had to be diverted from the Bone Demon.

It was obvious that this was a woman's hand, slender and white, but... there were several small red marks on the hand, which should be scratches.

When I looked up, it turned out to be Yu Wenwen.

country:……

Yu Wenwen just stood sideways in front of the table with an expressionless face, one hand spread out on the table, and the other hand twirled a strand of his hair.

His eyes drifted into the distance indifferently, not noticing Jiang Shan's surprised expression at all. He stood so naturally and so naturally.

Jiang Shan, who was confused, asked: Comrade Yu Wenwen, are you... okay?

Yu Wenwen frowned, withdrew his quiet gaze, and looked at Jiangshan with confusion.

How could he react like this? Looking at my injured hand, there was no... reaction.

Logically speaking, no. How could Jiang Shan in my impression be willing to let her get hurt even a little bit.

In the past, as long as she frowned a little, Jiangshan would immediately come around to ask questions and ask questions about what she needed to say. With just one look, the other person's mind would immediately be filled with wondering what she wanted.

After working in the workshop for more than a month, Yu Wenwen now gets a headache whenever he sees those large and small lead molds.

Not to mention having to type and mold each manuscript sent by the editor.

The printing plant of Pujiang Daily currently only works for the newspaper.

Printing plants around the 1980s still used type printing technology.

Not only does it pollute the environment, but the production efficiency is also extremely low.

Among them, typesetting is the most time-consuming and effort-consuming aspect.

Not only that the total amount of typesetting in the country every year was three thousand times smaller than that of advanced countries at that time, but the quality of printing was still poor.

Jiang Shan has been in this business his entire life, and has never missed anything from print media to new media.

According to his understanding, in fact, as early as 1973, Xinhua News Agency sent a technical inspection team to Japan to visit and inspect the application of electronic computers in the field of news.

The president of Xinhua News Agency at the time witnessed the whole process of typesetters in white coats easily typing on the keyboard, inputting text or arranging the layout in a clean workshop.