Chapter 338

Name:Silver Overlord Author:Drunk Tiger
"You don't have to be so depressed. Our newspaper is a new thing. Today, listening to the big cake painted by Yan Liqiang, some depressed people's eyes slowly shine again, and gradually there is no depression.

This is just the simplest vision incentive. Yan Liqiang used it very well in his last life. In his last life, Yan Liqiang heard a story that when a top leader in the domestic Internet business circle just started a business, he couldn't pay wages and worked overtime every day. That leader called a group of employees together, Let's imagine how to spend the year-end bonus of 5 million yuan in each hand. As a result, everyone said it one by one. The more they said, the happier they were. In the end, they didn't have to pay their wages, so they summoned up their energy to work by themselves. That's how the big man survived in the most difficult time

Seeing that the people had regained their fighting spirit and look, Yan Li forced to smile, "well, if you have worked hard today, go to bed early. Tomorrow, everything will be the same. You can do what you should do. Just do your own things well. The first issue of the newspaper will be six days. When the second issue comes out, all the newspapers will be collected."

When the crowd left the hall, Fang Beidou frowned slightly and said to Yan Liqiang, "this is not the way to go on. If we sell only a little every day, our newspaper will lose money every day. It won't last long. According to what you said... What breakeven point, our newspaper has to sell at least 5000 copies of each issue in order to barely make a loss, We have to find a way... "

Yan Liqiang smiled confidently and suddenly asked Fang Beidou a question, "what do you think of the people who heard about the book in the imperial capital?"

"Of course there are many. Otherwise, how could there be so many teahouses, restaurants and storytellers in the imperial capital? As you said, the Han Empire has no other entertainment activities except storytelling and drama! "

"Well, you can collect the information of those storytellers in the imperial capital these days and contact them first..."

"What are you doing?"

"I'll give you something in two days, and you'll know!"

"Does Mr. Shushu have anything to do with our newspaper?"

"Ha ha, of course it matters, but wait until I sell it. When it's done, the storyteller in the capital of Quandi is all the volunteer propagandists of our newspaper. If we want to sell newspapers, we don't worry..."

Fang Beidou just looked at Yan Liqiang with puzzled eyes. He didn't know what medicine Yan Liqiang was selling in his gourd. "Can't you say it now?"

"Well, I can't say it now. It's useless to say it by my mouth. Let me prepare it. Anyway, you'll know by then!" Yan Liqiang said and stood up. "I'll come to you in the evening of two days. I'll go to Emperor capital again tonight. I have something to do. I'll leave the newspaper to you these days. I'll go first!"

Fang Beidou has been sending Yan Liqiang out of the door of the newspaper Chuang Tzu. Looking at Yan Liqiang's back, he is burning with cat claws. He can't guess what else Yan Liqiang can do to boost the sales of newspapers, and this means is actually related to the storyteller in the city.

Do you have to pay those storytellers to yell at the newspaper?

Fang Beidou had such an idea in his head, which was immediately denied by himself. Those storytellers were also literati. They had a high temper and collected money to boast. The slightly famous storytellers would not do it for fear of smashing their signboard. Therefore, even if Yan Liqiang wanted to get this way, it would not work, But why is Yan Liqiang so confident that he can make those storytellers obey?

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Yan Liqiang left the newspaper office at the foot of Longqi Mountain and walked fast, no slower than the horse drawn carriage. After a while, he came to the South Gate of the imperial capital. Then he entered the city and came to Ganzhou guild hall.

This time, Yan Liqiang was not blocked out of the guild hall, but unfortunately, Lu Peien was not in the guild hall. The only one left in the guild hall was a steward of the Lu family who followed Lu Peien to Dijing. The steward said that Lu Peien had some entertainment tonight, and he didn't know when Lu Peien would come back, Yan Liqiang also asked the steward to bring a word to Lu Peien, made an appointment to meet in the evening two days later, and then left the Ganzhou guild hall.

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Less than ten minutes after leaving Ganzhou guild hall, Yan Liqiang, who was walking down the street to return to Luyuan, passed a restaurant. A group of people also came out of the restaurant at the same time. The two sides suddenly met at the door of the restaurant.

It was Xu Lang and others who came out of the restaurant. Yan Liqiang had seen several faces.

Xu Lang didn't expect to meet Yan Liqiang at the door of the restaurant. Naturally, Yan Liqiang didn't expect to meet Xu Lang here. When the two sides met, they were slightly stunned.

However, Yan Liqiang didn't want to have any intersection and entanglement with Xu Lang here. He looked at Xu Lang and others, didn't speak, and left directly.

But Xu Lang and others don't seem to want Yan Liqiang to leave.

"Hey, boy, stop..." Xu Lang narrowed his eyes and shouted to Yan Liqiang.

Yan Liqiang turned a deaf ear and continued to move forward... Xu Lang's face suddenly sank. He looked at the attendant next to him. Kong Wuli, a strong man almost two meters tall, immediately understood it. The strong man rushed towards Yan Liqiang, stretched out his hand to grasp Yan Liqiang's shoulder, and yelled, "boy, you're deaf, Brother Xu called you, did you fucking hear... "Naturally, the big man didn't catch Yan Liqiang's shoulder. Just when his hand was about to touch Yan Liqiang's shoulder, Yan Liqiang looked like he had eyes behind him. He just leaned slightly and stepped aside. At the same time, he grabbed his backhand with five fingers like claws, This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation