radicalducati Chapter 222 of "A Tale of Fleeting Life" is released.
Chapter 222 of "A Tale of Fleeting Life" is released.
The first day of the eleventh month of the fifteenth year of Shun'an
Today is the release date of the first issue of "Floating Life".
Early in the morning, Qinghe gently called Pei Rujing to get up.
Pei Rujing groggily got up, glanced outside, and instantly became wide awake: "It's snowing again?"
Qinghe said, "It snowed all night last night, much heavier than last time. The roads will probably be difficult to travel on... Is the county princess still going to the newspaper office?"
Granny Feng chimed in, "If the Princess is concerned about the sales of 'The Tale of Floating Life,' she can send someone to inquire and report back from time to time. It's cold and difficult to walk outside; the Princess shouldn't put herself through that."
Pei Rujing nodded: "Then let's do as the old lady said, send someone to keep an eye on things, and report any news immediately."
She was never the type to endure hardship without facing it.
It's snowing heavily outside, and the roads are covered in snow. It would be very difficult for a carriage to travel outside the mansion at this time, so there's no need to force it.
After having breakfast, Pei Rujing sat on the tatami mat and looked out the window at the snow-covered landscape.
"Qinghe, didn't there come a maid who was really good at making snowmen last time? Have her make a few more snowmen. As long as they are just like the last ones, she will be richly rewarded."
She remembered that Wen Zongji had lamented last time why he hadn't made more snowmen, and now she had the chance.
Qinghe replied, "Yes, Your Highness."
the other side
Although the heavy snow hindered some people's travel, most people still went about their business as usual; they couldn't just stop doing things because of the snow.
Today is the day the first issue of the Minbao newspaper "Floating Life" was published, and many loyal customers of the Beijing Daily went to the bookstore to buy a copy out of curiosity.
"Shopkeeper, do you have a copy of 'Floating Life' here?"
"Yes. It was delivered early this morning. How many portions would the customer like?"
"Two copies, same price as the Beijing Daily?"
"Yes, the price is the same as the Beijing Daily."
Such conversations occur in almost every bookstore.
Unlike the Beijing Daily's designated bookstores, "Floating Life" can be sold in any bookstore.
Several days ago, the Fusheng Daily announced the printing house it was cooperating with. Any bookstore that wanted to sell "Fusheng Ji" could place an order in advance with the printing house, and the printing house would send someone to deliver the newspaper to the bookstore.
This is the first difference between "Floating Life" and the Beijing Daily.
Bookstores selling the Beijing Daily had to go to the printing house to get the newspaper themselves, or hire someone to pick it up, but "Floating Life" offered home delivery.
The price at which the bookstore got copies of "Floating Life" from the printing workshop varied depending on the quantity; generally speaking, the more copies you got, the lower the price.
However, many people are unaware of the market value of "Floating Life". Since "Floating Life" allows all bookstores to sell it, with so many bookstores sharing the pie, no one is sure how much they will actually get.
Therefore, more cautious people ordered fewer items.
However, some people were bold enough to order 10,000 copies right away, clearly believing in the appeal of the first People's Daily.
As it turned out, the appeal of the first people's newspaper far exceeded everyone's expectations.
This was not only due to the hype surrounding the first People's Daily, but also due to the secondary dissemination through various restaurants and teahouses.
After the Beijing Daily became a hit, restaurants and teahouses started hiring storytellers to read each issue of the newspaper to their customers, which greatly improved their business.
Even outside of mealtimes, some people would come in to order something and sit down to listen to the Beijing News.
Because it had become a habit, after the first copy of the People's Daily was published, all the restaurants and teahouses bought it immediately and then handed it over to the storyteller.
Then the storyteller got excited.
Thank goodness, after speaking for the Beijing News for months, I've finally found a job that matches my major.
They are storytellers, and their main job is storytelling. But having them read political decrees and articles all day long is turning them into school teachers.
Now they finally have storybooks to tell.
To demonstrate his professionalism, the storyteller delivered his tale with great passion and expression.
Then the people were attracted.
They flocked to bookstores to sell copies of "Floating Life".
This issue of "Floating Life" published two vernacular stories, one new and one old.
Attracted by the storybooks, people not only bought "The Tale of a Floating Life," but also bought the previous volumes of the storybooks on their own initiative.
Because those storybooks could only be bought at Ruijintang, Ruijintang became the biggest winner.
Pei Rujing also obtained the sales data for the first batch of "Floating Life".
Three hundred thousand!
This is the first batch of newspapers ordered, and it's already sold out. Bookstores are urging the printing press to restock, and the printing press is so busy delivering goods to the bookstores that it's practically running around.
However, they are happy no matter how busy they are, after all, it's all business.
The popularity of the Beijing Daily and "Floating Life" sustained printing workshops of all sizes in the capital.
Pei Rujing, however, was somewhat dissatisfied: "The Beijing Daily has long surpassed one million copies sold, yet 'Floating Life' only sold three hundred thousand?"
Granny Feng was both amused and exasperated: "Princess, this is only the first batch of sales, and the Beijing Daily has been in circulation for several months. How can 'Floating Life' compare to the Beijing Daily?"
Pei Rujing pouted.
When Wen Zongji returned home after his shift, Pei Rujing mentioned the sales of "Floating Life" to him and asked, "Husband, both the Beijing Daily and 'Floating Life' need to be printed by printing houses. Why don't we set up our own printing house?"
This way, the profit will be at least higher.
This is what Pei Rujing thought of while doing the accounts today.
Wen Zongji took off his cloak and took a sip of hot tea to ward off the chill: "First of all, one printing house cannot meet our requirements. The Beijing Daily now cooperates with five or six printing houses. Secondly, it is not a good thing to monopolize the profits. Some money should be earned by others."
To meet the printing requirements of the Beijing Daily and "Floating Life", the printing workshop had to be large enough; otherwise, it would be necessary to cooperate with other printing workshops.
However, once Pei Rujing starts her printing workshop, it will give people the impression that she wants to monopolize everything, and it's uncertain whether the printing workshop will still cooperate wholeheartedly then.
There's no need to invite unnecessary trouble from others just for a little profit.
Pei Rujing nodded: "That's true."
She only thought of this suddenly; she didn't lack money and wasn't obsessed with it.
Wen Zongji laughed and said, "I haven't yet congratulated my wife on the great success of the first issue of 'Floating Life'."
The Beijing News Bureau was also monitoring the sales of the first issue of the Minbao newspaper, so Wen Zongji knew exactly how many copies of "Floating Life" were sold that day.
Pei Rujing raised her head: "It's alright, but not as good as the Beijing Daily."
Wen Zongji raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead: "Wife, you're getting carried away."
Pei Rujing covered her forehead and glared at him: "How dare you! I'm going to deduct points from your score."
Wen Zongji sighed dramatically, "I was planning to finish dinner and help my wife build a snowman, but it seems that's not necessary now."
Pei Rujing's eyes lit up, and she threw herself into Wen Zongji's arms: "I want to go!"
Wen Zongji simply looked at her without saying a word.
Pei Rujing realized what was happening and immediately changed her mind: "I won't deduct points anymore. My husband is so good, I should give him extra points."
Wen Zongji smiled.