1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 366 First Issue
5 month 20 day.

While the Hong Kong perverts are eagerly waiting.

Sanhe Film Company responded to the call of the pornographic Mayday.

"Dear Mr. East" has officially landed on the 1024 and Jiahe cinema chains.

Two-line screening.

This Japanese pleasure-seeking movie adapted by Zhai Yuan from "Dear Mr. West" is directly competing against "The Most Charming Young Lady" introduced by the Xinbao Cinema Alliance.

"What's wrong with me? Watching porn movies gives you a full-color printed movie poster. Is this the benefit for watching 1024's movie this time?"

The audience who walked into the theater, who were almost all men, bought tickets and stopped in front of the ticket counter. They saw eye-catching movie advertisements piled up on the counter.

'"Dear Friend" premieres today, with the most powerful actress in Japan, Rei Akasaka, joining the cast, and they will be on the road together on May 5!'

The highlighted green font attracts attention at first glance.

In the poster, Singaporean actor Wu Dairong is hugging Akasaka Rei, and they are surrounded by a group of scantily clad Hong Kong and Japanese beauties posing coquettishly. The sign on the side of the road points to the east, with the word Tokyo written on it.

It does look like a smaller version of the huge poster on the theater's exterior wall.

"It doesn't look like a poster! It looks more like a newspaper."

"Idiot! How could anyone print a newspaper in full color?"

"Hey, it's really from the newspaper, the September 1st Daily... there's more news!"

"Borrow it! Borrow it! I'm a member of Zhai Yuan's fan club, please let me buy it first!"

The audience gathered in front of the ticket counter were talking about it. Some of them curiously opened the broadsheet in their hands, and suddenly opened the door to a new world.

Compared with the black and white newspapers in the past, the full-color "September 1st Daily" in hand now is like a blind person opening his eyes and seeing the colorful scenery.

"Dear viewers, today, Mr. Zhai Yuan of 1024 launched this new newspaper, which is also the first full-color newspaper in Hong Kong."

The girl at the ticket office remembered the boss's instructions, took out a megaphone, and played the pre-recorded promotional slogan: "In order to give back to the new and old customers of 1024, starting today, if you purchase a diamond membership card worth NT$2888, you will receive a free one-month trial of the September 1888st Daily. Someone will register your address and deliver the news to your door, so you can enjoy daily real-time news push at home. Customers with a NT$888 platinum membership card and a NT$1024 gold membership card can also enjoy a half-month and one-week trial service respectively. treats new and old customers equally. Customers who have already applied for a card in the past, please register with your ID card and receive a free trial package..."

As the slogan was playing, another banner was raised from the ticket counter.

'Go to 1024 to watch "Dear Friend" and get a free copy of " Daily News" with your ticket.'

The same scene was played at the same time in all 1024 theaters.

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"Instead of putting a real estate developer's ad on the front page, why not put up a promotional poster for your own movie? I'll give you a 20% discount on the promotion."

In the office of Jiuyi Entertainment.

Zhai Yuan waved the full-color newspaper of the first day's publication in his hand, reminding Xu Jiaqiang to remember to pay the publicity and distribution fees.

Then he asked, "How is the distribution situation today?"

Xu Jiaqiang said hurriedly: "Mr. Zhai has instructed that all the newspaper sellers in Xinji should put your copy of the September 1st Daily on the top, and put all other newspapers aside."

It was the golden age of Hong Kong's newspaper industry. This year, there were nearly 2500 newspaper stalls on the streets of Hong Kong, most of which were concentrated in the old neighborhoods with dense crowds.

You need a backer to set up a stall.

The hardware "backers" are naturally restaurants, tea restaurants, bus stations and other locations with large customer flow. The owners also welcome newspaper sellers to set up stalls to attract customers, which is a win-win situation.

The commission given by the newspaper company is usually about 4 yuan for every 1 yuan newspaper sold.

Therefore, when business is good, newspaper men can earn hundreds or even thousands of Hong Kong dollars a day, and are definitely a high-income group.

However, if you want to have such a high income, you will inevitably need a good stall, otherwise you can only set up a stall in the inner streets and earn a few dozen yuan a day to make ends meet.

At this time, you need a "backer" community on the software.

Among the 2500 newspaper stalls in Hong Kong, at least % of the newspaper vendors have underworld backgrounds, among which more than are new journalists, which means that today at least newsstands are fully promoting Zhai Yuan's "September st Daily".

"Except for the Forbidden Fruit Daily which is sold at a loss, all large newspapers in Hong Kong are now sold at $4. If I increase the quality without increasing the price, I will still sell it at $4. So there is no point in saving this little money on distribution."

Zhai Yuan said to Xu Jiaqiang, "Please inform the newspaper vendors outside and tell them how much commission other companies give them. I will add an extra 2 cents. Please take care of the September 1st Daily."

"Understood." Xu Jiaqiang nodded, and in front of Zhai Yuan, he took out his phone and gave the order: "Hey, twins, contact other gangs and ask their newspaper men to promote the September 1st Daily. Each person will be charged an extra cents. Our new newspaper men will still be charged yuan, but they can pay less every month."

Zhai Yuan raised his eyelids and looked at him, grinning.

Who says Long Wu is all about brawn? Isn't he quite sensible?
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"Fuck your mother! Who allowed you to put the Forbidden Fruit Daily on the lower floor? I didn't pay you!" "Brother, don't talk about my mother. Now the September 1st Daily offers a higher price than your boss, and they want me to do promotion for extra money~"

In front of a tea restaurant in the neighborhood.

A few younger brothers who were patrolling the stalls were shocked to find that the newsstand they had originally negotiated with had actually exchanged the forbidden fruit of their boss for a copy of 91, and they immediately questioned the newspaper man.

"Fuck your mother! Do you think I'm fake? Post it back to the Forbidden Fruit Daily right now!"

"Lumba" is derived from the English word "Number". Most gangsters don't dare to call themselves members of gangs for fear of being sued by the police, so they always use homophones instead.

The younger brother Dezidui originally thought that revealing his identity would scare the newspaper man in front of him.

Instead, he was met with a disdainful sneer from the other party: "You are showing off? I, the water room, wouldn't have scared you. If it weren't for our brothers from the water room helping Ge Zhaohuang gain a foothold in Hong Kong, you would have been spitting shit a long time ago!"

"What the hell! You're still telling stories from the Xianfeng era? Burn your stall and flop!"

"You're brave enough to try!"

The newspaper man raised his eyebrows, pulled out a machete from under the table, and looked at the younger brother in Dezidui with a provocative look on his face.

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"Hong Kong breaking news, this morning, several cases of wounding occurred in Yau Ma Tei, Portland Street, Mong Kok and other areas. It is suspected that the newsstand vendors had a conflict over the price of two newly published newspapers. In the incident, a man claimed to be a student of the Number Gang White Impermanence Ho Hon. He has been summoned by the police..."

Accompanied by the background sound of news broadcast.

Zhai Yuan sat on the sofa, holding his brother's phone. Pan Yongqiang on the other side of the receiver was reporting to him on the sales of the "September 1st Daily" on the first day of publication.

"Mr. Zhai, including the newspapers sent out by the 1024 Theater, our total sales today totaled 17 copies."

“How much forbidden fruit?”

The sound of Pan Yongqiang flipping through documents could be heard from the receiver.

Zhai Yuan pressed the remote control to change the program and happened to see Li Zhiying's advertisement playing on the TV screen.

In the picture, Fatty Lai took a bite of an apple and read out his lines seriously in front of the camera: "One forbidden fruit a day, no one can fool me!"

He is indeed very good at packaging himself, and he easily transformed from a clothing tycoon to a media tycoon.

"According to data obtained from the workers at the printing factory, the sales of Forbidden Fruit Daily have stabilized recently, and are estimated to still fluctuate around 25 copies."

Pan Yongqiang's voice came again: "In fact, the gap is not that big, because the other party is losing money to sell. Although our newspapers have high costs, we can still make money by switching to mainland paper products."

Zhai Yuan hummed, lacking interest: "Okay, let's leave it that way for now."

After saying this, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to respond.

On the coffee table in front of him was a copy of Forbidden Fruit Daily.

The front page headline "What is the future after 97?" is full of concerns about Hong Kong after its return.

Li Zhiying really doesn't intend to make a single penny from this newspaper.

At this time, the front page of any other newspaper in Hong Kong would be filled with business advertisements, except Forbidden Fruit, which was reporting on the news.

17 million versus 25 million.

Zhai Yuan slowly exhaled, thinking about re-polishing the novel and comic sections.

Why don't you just let the Five Patriarchs of Shaolin do the work instead of wasting time talking to you about all this?

"Are you upset?"

While my thoughts were in a mess, a pair of snow-white arms rested on my shoulders from behind.

Deng Leling held the back of Zhai Yuan's head against her chest and gently massaged his neck.

Zhai Yuan sighed: "I haven't come to Kowloon Tong to visit you for a long time, I feel guilty~"

"I don't believe you!" Deng Leling pinched Zhai Yuan's cheek, but a smile appeared on her face unconsciously: "I made a Chaozhou anti-sand taro according to the introduction in the newspaper. I'll bring it to you in the kitchen?"

Zhai Yuan rested his head on something soft, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Don't worry, while Michiko and the others are out shopping, hurry up and prepare the medicine first. It's a good opportunity to try whether those bitter Chinese medicines are effective for you..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The phone rings.

"Boss Zhai, right? I'm Li Zhiying. The work of the Jiuyi Daily is very creative! Do you want to come and chat with me some time?"

(End of this chapter)