No. 97 Street is located in the west district of Giant Rock City. The sewage flows here, the air is dirty, and the dilapidated tube buildings are crowded, and they are often criticized by nearby citizens as crows' nests.
Due to its proximity to the huge wall, the residents here can only enjoy the morning and noon sun.
As dusk comes, the streets are shrouded in the shadow of huge walls.
Objectively speaking, if you ignore the lighting, life here is much better than the slums outside the huge wall.
Most of the people living here are workers from nearby factories.
Very few people are willing to get close to this place unless they are local residents.
There is almost no entertainment here, and almost no one will open a shop among a group of poor people.
People with work need to work for 16 hours and fall asleep when they get home. Even if people who don’t have a job stay all day, they will not take out a chip from their pockets to spend.
But there are no exceptions.
At the junction of the industrial area, a beer hall called Walnut is opened.Its iconic sign is the pile of empty wine barrels made of walnut at the door.
These barrels are not big in size, and can be used as tables or benches, and can even be used to deal with hygiene problems.
When workers who finished their day of work passed by here, they would occasionally take out a foreman's chip, drink a glass of cheap draft beer, forget about the troubles of the day and then go home.
Some unemployed workers will also come here to spend a whole day.
Although I have a shortage of money, it is better to smell the smell of beer or take a few mouthfuls of second-hand smoke.
No matter what, it is better than sitting at home and listening to the yellow-faced woman sighing and talking about how she can't live this life anymore.
Since almost no mercenaries would come here, travelers and merchants from other places would not be close to the West District at all.
Over time, this place became a club for workers in the Stone City.
Not only do we drink, we will gather together in groups to discuss some family matters or gossip that we hear.
Especially the gossip of the factory area.
What people are most looking forward to is of course the news that a factory is short of people, but this kind of thing has not happened for a long time.
An unemployed worker with a beard suddenly spoke.
...How about we become a mercenary.
Like him, the coworker who was fired from the canning factory glanced at him.
Have you touched the gun?
No, but I heard it wasn't very difficult. Open the security, aim the muzzle, then pull the trigger, and hit the hot metal fragments into the head of the chewinger.The unshaven worker gestured with the broom beside the wooden barrel and shot. Look, it's that simple.
Everyone burst into laughter.
The wave has to wait next year, and it is summer now, and your opponent is likely to be a raider.
I heard that the Liszt caravan was recruiting people, and they planned to open a new trade route to the Great Rift Valley from here.
The Great Rift Valley Ah...I heard it is in the northernmost part of the valley province.
It's really far enough.
Next to the door beam, a group of workers gathered together, taking turns smoking a cigarette butt that was almost burning out.
Sberg couldn't help taking a bite, and found that everyone was staring at him, and quickly gave the cigarette in his hand to the next friend.
He took the cigarette butt and took a breath, and Pique, who had a bandage wrapped around his arm, suddenly spoke.
Speaking of which, why haven't I seen Kent recently?
I don’t know, he took us around the city hall last time. It’s so satisfying to see those well-dressed bastards who were scared to the pale face!
It's good when to do it again.
Anyway, they have nothing else to do. If they go to the street and make trouble, they may be able to make some benefits.
At this time, the big belly of the tavern owner walked out of the utility room next to the tavern with a huge wooden frame.
His name is Tang, and it is a very short word in the couplet with only one syllable.
Looking at these idle poor people, Tang couldn't help but complain.
When are you planning to spend time here?Can't you find a job if you don't have money?
The coworker who was smoking said with a smile.
We also want to work. Are you short of cleaning or waiters here?A mess?
Tang laughed and said bluntly.
Why do I want to do chores with a big man who has no breasts and no butts?
Another big and thick man raised his hand and said with a smile.
That trick won’t you recruit the boss’s wife?I'll sign up.
Get out.Tang cursed.
Life in a walnut tavern has not been easy recently.
There are more and more poor people, even smoking their cigarettes and butts, let alone taking out chips to buy wine.
Sperger suddenly discovered that the old girl who helped pour wine and the young man who was doing chores were fired.
Now even the boss is doing this kind of physical work by himself.
In the past, this fat pig was sitting behind the bar dozing off and lazy.
At this time, Spberg noticed the wooden frame in his hand and a stack of paper contained in the frame, and asked curiously.
What's this?
Survivor Daily.Tang didn't say much, and moved it into the tavern.
Survivor Daily?
Everyone looked at each other, and had never heard of this name before.
Of course, it may also be because they don’t read newspapers.
Although most workers are literate, they basically recognize only a few words, and they can roughly understand the equipment operation manual and recruitment inspiration.
Workers who can afford newspapers will not have time to read newspapers.
Reading books and newspapers is the only pastime that people sitting in the office deserve.
How much does this thing cost?
It doesn't cost money, you can watch it casually, but you can't take it away.Tang said impatiently.
These newspapers are provided free of charge by the Survivor Daily newspaper, and are equipped with a box of nuclear coke every month.
Anyway, the area is not large, so he can also serve as a pastime for the drunkards. Based on the principle of not taking advantage of it, he brought it back.
Don't have money?!
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Is there such a good thing?
What made them even more incredible was that this was actually said by this rooster who was irresistible.
Sberg walked up, took a newspaper from the wooden frame, and spread it in his hand.
Pique, who was smoking, also threw away the cigarette butt in his hand that had finally burned out and curiously came up to watch.
……
The city hall and the new alliance authorities have gone smoothly, and the 200 million aid loan will strive for win-win results for both sides... What is win-win?
I just want to smash the factory in the new alliance!Throw the rags they produced out of the huge walls!
But when their creditors seemed to be bad, Kate Textile Factory resumed work, and read the newspaper that it was because it received an order worth millions of chips.
Alisa lost a southern shorthair cat. If anyone sees it, please contact the address in the newspaper. The reward is 25 chips... Alisa... This name sounds so familiar.
I remembered... it was President Melvin's youngest daughter!
There is no entertainment industry in Giant Rock City, let alone celebrities. The top names in the Queen of Night Bar and the families of high-ranking officials are the objects of gossip for most ordinary people.
Of course, everyone is familiar with President Melvin, after all, there is only one bank in Rock City.
As soon as they heard the name of this adult, everyone immediately came to their senses, with envious eyes in their eyes.
...It is actually the daughter of the president's family.
If anyone can marry her, you won’t have to worry about the next life.
Stop dreaming, it's not dark yet.
Find a cat with 25 chips... It's enough for nutritional cream!Are these people who have too much money and have nowhere to spend it?
What do you know, I think it's cheap!
Alas, it's great to have money...
Everyone around the newspaper was talking.
Although the reward of 25 chips is jealous, no one left to look for it.
Giant Rock City is so big, where can they find a cat to go?
Not to mention whether the cat is still inside the giant wall is a question.
People were talking about gossip excitedly, while Sberger's attention was on the last line of the newspaper.
We are committed to creating a newspaper that serves all survivors. If you see this newspaper on a public newsstand, please leave your valuable suggestions on it, which we will use as a reference after recycling.
Newspapers serving all survivors?
Oh.
It's really strange.
Although everyone is a survivor and lives in the same wasteland, Sberg vaguely feels that people are different.
Some people are born with golden spoons in their mouths, while others are born with living like cockroaches.
For example, Miss Alisa.
What is the wasteland like? Does it have a lot to do with her?
She may have never seen a nutritional cream, let alone a taste.
After hesitating for a moment, Sberg finally borrowed a pen from his boss and wrote at the bottom of the newspaper.
We are interested in what the Town Hall is doing.
The president's daughter's cat frustrated. When I was still working, 25 chips were my ten-day salary.
...If only you could publish more information about your work.
I wish you a happy life.
After writing these words, he returned the pen to the tavern owner.
At this time, Sberg suddenly remembered that there was something in the newspaper that ten empty Coke bottles could be exchanged for one newspaper to take home.
He couldn't help but think in his heart, and then it would be fine if it was completely dark and he would go to the bar street to pick up empty Coke bottles.
It’s better to take another newspaper back to read for your son, at least it won’t seem like you’ve been wasting all day…
……
It's not just Sberg who has similar ideas.
In the past two days, there have been many more scavengers who have picked up empty bottles around the tavern in Giant Rock City.
You can exchange 10 empty coke bottles for a copy of Survivor Daily. Even if you don’t have to read it, it’s okay to take it home to cushion the table or make the bed.
As for where this Survivor Daily came from, no one has paid attention to it.
After all, it has just been released for the first issue and its popularity is too small.
As small as factory owners of Giant Rock City, owners of the Chamber of Commerce and officials of the City Hall, it is impossible for them to notice...
That night.
President Melvin returned to his mansion on the edge of the inner floor with a thrilling expression.
The negotiations with the Lord of Shuguang City were going smoothly, and the other party came up with a beautiful procurement list, including a large number of building materials, textiles and food.
This will create at least 50,000 jobs for Jushi City and solve the problem of food and clothing for nearly 100,000 people.
By this time next year, Giant Rock City's GDP will hit a new high!
The interest repayment from the new alliance and the raw materials pouring in from the northern suburbs will resurrect the factories in the industrial zone!
What made Melvin most pleased was that many factories have also started to borrow from him recently.
Some people borrow money to consume, so naturally some people are willing to borrow money to expand production. His bank can make money from both ends.
And there is almost no risk of bad debts!
The Stone City has entered a new cycle, and it seems that he has seen the dawn of economic recovery!
It seems that you are in a good mood today. Did you encounter something good?The lady took the coat from his hand.
Of course, Melvin said with a gaze. After so many days of slander, the negotiations have finally ended. The representatives of the new alliance signed the agreement. Our relationship with the new alliance will enter a new chapter from now on!
Although the progress of the negotiations was full of twists and turns, thanks to his resourceful performance at the negotiating table, firmly holding the rhythm of the negotiations in his hands, it ultimately forced the representatives of the new alliance to make concessions and allowed the two sides to reach an agreement.
But...is it really okay to lend money to those country bumpkins?The lady's expression was a little worried.
In her opinion, the people outside the giant wall were either vulgar mercenaries, sloppy scavengers, or robbers of houses.
She had a hard time believing those people.
Even those people looked at her more, which would make her feel goose bumps all over her body and she felt physically uncomfortable.
Melvin had a confident smile on his face.
What can be wrong? They have copper mines, farmland, and large forests... I even wish those country bumpkins borrowed a little more.
Debt will turn them into our slaves, which is much better than shackles.
At this time, he suddenly noticed the newspaper on the table.
The headline on the cover of the newspaper actually published news that the negotiations were going smoothly.
Melvin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows curiously.
The negotiations have just ended today, and two hours ago the representatives of the new alliance reluctantly signed the loan agreement, and neither side has time to officially announce it.
How did this unknown little newspaper guess that it would definitely be negotiated today?
It's quite accurate.
It could not have been printed a few hours ago.
What's this?
Survivor Daily.
Alisa, sitting on the sofa, was gently stroking the cat in her arms. After hearing her father's inquiry, she raised her head and replied softly.
Have our family ordered this newspaper?Melvin asked in confusion.
Alisa shook her head gently.
No, but I think this newspaper is quite interesting... Didn't I lose a cat before?
Melvin doesn't remember which one it was, his daughter has too many cats.
Seeing that his father seemed to not remember this, Alyssa continued softly.
At that time, you told me that you had already ordered the housekeeper to go to the tavern to post a cat search notice, and it would not take long for a mercenary to help me bring it back.
It seems like this is happening...what later?Melvin couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
It seemed that the cat had not been retrieved and he broke his promise in front of his daughter.
However, the sensible Alisa did not blame him and continued in a gentle tone.
Later, the mercenary gentleman did not appear, but the newspaper found me through the cat hunting notice in the tavern, saying that I could publish an advertisement in the newspaper for free, and as long as I found Xiao Hei, I would be willing to write a thank you letter for them.
Melvin smiled after hearing this.
Is this trying to make the newspaper famous by using his daughter’s reputation?
These people are quite business-minded.
In the upper class of the Rock City, my daughter’s name is much more expensive than a few chips.
However, such a small thing is not worth his concern, he just cared about his daughter.
If only I could find it.
It's Ah.
Feeling the kitten in her arms, a trace of sorrow rose in Alisa's eyes, really worried that it would be hungry.
……
At the same time.
In a single-family building not far from the warehouse area, there is a plaque with the Voice of Alliance hanging at the door.
Judging from the brand new nail, this sign should have just been hung up.
Unlike the desertedness at the door, the newspaper is busy at this moment.
Especially Hal, who is the president of the newspaper, has never stopped for a moment from morning to evening, and he wishes to divide himself into two people.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
Since the newspaper was just established and was short of staff, he had to hold multiple positions, responsible for the content of the newspaper and the layout of the newspaper. At the same time, he had to take into account the connection between the newspaper and the outside world.
As for why it turned out like this, we have to start from the afternoon three days ago.
According to the instructions of the administrator, the new alliance needs its own channels of voice.
However, due to the shortage of staff in the New Alliance's office in Jushi City, Shuyu and Luka discussed this important task fell on Hal.
Hal was flattered by the trust of the new league.
Although he also wanted to repay these people for their life-saving and retention, and prove his ability, he had never run a newspaper after all, and he didn't even know what the newspaper was.
Fortunately, Shuyu did not really put all the work on him, but went to the talent market to find several employees who had worked in "The Voice of the Rock", which made him busy, but he was not busy.
Survivor Daily is their first product, and the distribution scope is mainly in the outer city of Big Rock.
The first phase was printed 1,200 copies, respectively, in taverns, grocery stores and mobile vendors with relatively low consumption levels.
These newspapers are printed in local printing factories in Jushicheng. The printing volume is less than 10,000 copies, and the factory cost of each newspaper is about 05 chips.
If labor, rent, water and electricity are included, their expenses for the whole day will reach thousands of bargaining chips.
As for income, don't think about it for the time being.
These newspapers are provided to partners almost for free.
Each newspaper has a bargaining price. If sold, after deducting the profits of the partners, they can at most recover the cost of printing the newspaper.
In order to promote these newspapers, they also packed fifty-six boxes of nuclear Coke!
But these efforts are worth it.
The meeting was held on the second floor of the newspaper. Hal convened only six editors from the newspaper to summarize the suggestions left by readers in the newspaper and discuss the content of the next issue.
At this time, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open by the door, and a staff member hurriedly walked in.
Good news!1,200 newspapers sold half of them!
Hearing this sentence, many people at the conference table relaxed their eyebrows and showed joy on their faces.
Half of it can be sold when you can read it at will, this achievement is already quite good for a new newspaper with no popularity.
At least it means there is no problem with their content.
The staff paused for a moment and continued.
...But the bad news is that we didn't make a penny, we only recovered 120 chips and more than 3,000 empty bottles.
Hearing the second half of the sentence, the editors sitting at the conference table looked at each other.
...Maybe it would be a profit to sell these bottles.An editor glanced at the newspaper president and whispered.
Finding a job these days is not easy.
Especially newspapers are not necessities for daily life.
He was really worried that the job he had finally found was gone again.
Seeing the concerns in everyone's eyes, Hal, who was sitting at the conference table, stood up and cheered everyone up with a passionate voice.
Don’t worry about losses, making profits is not our purpose!There is only one thing we need to do now, that is, become famous as soon as possible!
I just carefully studied the feedback suggestions. The title of "Survivor Daily" is still too general and the content is not targeted enough!
People sitting in the office will not be interested in which factory's assembly line is short of people, and workers in the Rock City will not care about what clothes the Queen of Night's top brands wear today.
I think that in addition to Survivor Daily, we should also set up different sub-issues such as Workers' Daily, Citizen Daily, Playboy Daily, etc., and place different content for different customer groups!
Since "The Voice of the Rock" has occupied the upper class of the Rock, then we will go to the fields they have never entered and open up a new battlefield!
As he said these words, Hal felt every cell in his body boiling, and his eyes were shining with excitement and ambition.
If this plan can be realized, the newspaper he founded will occupy every minute after dinner among residents of Giant Rock City, and the words he wrote will be repeated by hundreds of thousands of people.
And he will become the uncrowned king of this city!
It was the first time he had encountered such an exciting thing for so long.
Listening to him depicting this amazing blueprint, everyone's faces showed surprise expressions.
An editor couldn't help asking.
Do we have that much budget?
Hal said confidently.
...There will always be a solution!Didn’t our boss say that?The alliance will not be stingy in investing in the cultural industry!
What's more, we just got a loan of 200 million chips, so there must be a place to spend this money, right?
Due to its proximity to the huge wall, the residents here can only enjoy the morning and noon sun.
As dusk comes, the streets are shrouded in the shadow of huge walls.
Objectively speaking, if you ignore the lighting, life here is much better than the slums outside the huge wall.
Most of the people living here are workers from nearby factories.
Very few people are willing to get close to this place unless they are local residents.
There is almost no entertainment here, and almost no one will open a shop among a group of poor people.
People with work need to work for 16 hours and fall asleep when they get home. Even if people who don’t have a job stay all day, they will not take out a chip from their pockets to spend.
But there are no exceptions.
At the junction of the industrial area, a beer hall called Walnut is opened.Its iconic sign is the pile of empty wine barrels made of walnut at the door.
These barrels are not big in size, and can be used as tables or benches, and can even be used to deal with hygiene problems.
When workers who finished their day of work passed by here, they would occasionally take out a foreman's chip, drink a glass of cheap draft beer, forget about the troubles of the day and then go home.
Some unemployed workers will also come here to spend a whole day.
Although I have a shortage of money, it is better to smell the smell of beer or take a few mouthfuls of second-hand smoke.
No matter what, it is better than sitting at home and listening to the yellow-faced woman sighing and talking about how she can't live this life anymore.
Since almost no mercenaries would come here, travelers and merchants from other places would not be close to the West District at all.
Over time, this place became a club for workers in the Stone City.
Not only do we drink, we will gather together in groups to discuss some family matters or gossip that we hear.
Especially the gossip of the factory area.
What people are most looking forward to is of course the news that a factory is short of people, but this kind of thing has not happened for a long time.
An unemployed worker with a beard suddenly spoke.
...How about we become a mercenary.
Like him, the coworker who was fired from the canning factory glanced at him.
Have you touched the gun?
No, but I heard it wasn't very difficult. Open the security, aim the muzzle, then pull the trigger, and hit the hot metal fragments into the head of the chewinger.The unshaven worker gestured with the broom beside the wooden barrel and shot. Look, it's that simple.
Everyone burst into laughter.
The wave has to wait next year, and it is summer now, and your opponent is likely to be a raider.
I heard that the Liszt caravan was recruiting people, and they planned to open a new trade route to the Great Rift Valley from here.
The Great Rift Valley Ah...I heard it is in the northernmost part of the valley province.
It's really far enough.
Next to the door beam, a group of workers gathered together, taking turns smoking a cigarette butt that was almost burning out.
Sberg couldn't help taking a bite, and found that everyone was staring at him, and quickly gave the cigarette in his hand to the next friend.
He took the cigarette butt and took a breath, and Pique, who had a bandage wrapped around his arm, suddenly spoke.
Speaking of which, why haven't I seen Kent recently?
I don’t know, he took us around the city hall last time. It’s so satisfying to see those well-dressed bastards who were scared to the pale face!
It's good when to do it again.
Anyway, they have nothing else to do. If they go to the street and make trouble, they may be able to make some benefits.
At this time, the big belly of the tavern owner walked out of the utility room next to the tavern with a huge wooden frame.
His name is Tang, and it is a very short word in the couplet with only one syllable.
Looking at these idle poor people, Tang couldn't help but complain.
When are you planning to spend time here?Can't you find a job if you don't have money?
The coworker who was smoking said with a smile.
We also want to work. Are you short of cleaning or waiters here?A mess?
Tang laughed and said bluntly.
Why do I want to do chores with a big man who has no breasts and no butts?
Another big and thick man raised his hand and said with a smile.
That trick won’t you recruit the boss’s wife?I'll sign up.
Get out.Tang cursed.
Life in a walnut tavern has not been easy recently.
There are more and more poor people, even smoking their cigarettes and butts, let alone taking out chips to buy wine.
Sperger suddenly discovered that the old girl who helped pour wine and the young man who was doing chores were fired.
Now even the boss is doing this kind of physical work by himself.
In the past, this fat pig was sitting behind the bar dozing off and lazy.
At this time, Spberg noticed the wooden frame in his hand and a stack of paper contained in the frame, and asked curiously.
What's this?
Survivor Daily.Tang didn't say much, and moved it into the tavern.
Survivor Daily?
Everyone looked at each other, and had never heard of this name before.
Of course, it may also be because they don’t read newspapers.
Although most workers are literate, they basically recognize only a few words, and they can roughly understand the equipment operation manual and recruitment inspiration.
Workers who can afford newspapers will not have time to read newspapers.
Reading books and newspapers is the only pastime that people sitting in the office deserve.
How much does this thing cost?
It doesn't cost money, you can watch it casually, but you can't take it away.Tang said impatiently.
These newspapers are provided free of charge by the Survivor Daily newspaper, and are equipped with a box of nuclear coke every month.
Anyway, the area is not large, so he can also serve as a pastime for the drunkards. Based on the principle of not taking advantage of it, he brought it back.
Don't have money?!
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Is there such a good thing?
What made them even more incredible was that this was actually said by this rooster who was irresistible.
Sberg walked up, took a newspaper from the wooden frame, and spread it in his hand.
Pique, who was smoking, also threw away the cigarette butt in his hand that had finally burned out and curiously came up to watch.
……
The city hall and the new alliance authorities have gone smoothly, and the 200 million aid loan will strive for win-win results for both sides... What is win-win?
I just want to smash the factory in the new alliance!Throw the rags they produced out of the huge walls!
But when their creditors seemed to be bad, Kate Textile Factory resumed work, and read the newspaper that it was because it received an order worth millions of chips.
Alisa lost a southern shorthair cat. If anyone sees it, please contact the address in the newspaper. The reward is 25 chips... Alisa... This name sounds so familiar.
I remembered... it was President Melvin's youngest daughter!
There is no entertainment industry in Giant Rock City, let alone celebrities. The top names in the Queen of Night Bar and the families of high-ranking officials are the objects of gossip for most ordinary people.
Of course, everyone is familiar with President Melvin, after all, there is only one bank in Rock City.
As soon as they heard the name of this adult, everyone immediately came to their senses, with envious eyes in their eyes.
...It is actually the daughter of the president's family.
If anyone can marry her, you won’t have to worry about the next life.
Stop dreaming, it's not dark yet.
Find a cat with 25 chips... It's enough for nutritional cream!Are these people who have too much money and have nowhere to spend it?
What do you know, I think it's cheap!
Alas, it's great to have money...
Everyone around the newspaper was talking.
Although the reward of 25 chips is jealous, no one left to look for it.
Giant Rock City is so big, where can they find a cat to go?
Not to mention whether the cat is still inside the giant wall is a question.
People were talking about gossip excitedly, while Sberger's attention was on the last line of the newspaper.
We are committed to creating a newspaper that serves all survivors. If you see this newspaper on a public newsstand, please leave your valuable suggestions on it, which we will use as a reference after recycling.
Newspapers serving all survivors?
Oh.
It's really strange.
Although everyone is a survivor and lives in the same wasteland, Sberg vaguely feels that people are different.
Some people are born with golden spoons in their mouths, while others are born with living like cockroaches.
For example, Miss Alisa.
What is the wasteland like? Does it have a lot to do with her?
She may have never seen a nutritional cream, let alone a taste.
After hesitating for a moment, Sberg finally borrowed a pen from his boss and wrote at the bottom of the newspaper.
We are interested in what the Town Hall is doing.
The president's daughter's cat frustrated. When I was still working, 25 chips were my ten-day salary.
...If only you could publish more information about your work.
I wish you a happy life.
After writing these words, he returned the pen to the tavern owner.
At this time, Sberg suddenly remembered that there was something in the newspaper that ten empty Coke bottles could be exchanged for one newspaper to take home.
He couldn't help but think in his heart, and then it would be fine if it was completely dark and he would go to the bar street to pick up empty Coke bottles.
It’s better to take another newspaper back to read for your son, at least it won’t seem like you’ve been wasting all day…
……
It's not just Sberg who has similar ideas.
In the past two days, there have been many more scavengers who have picked up empty bottles around the tavern in Giant Rock City.
You can exchange 10 empty coke bottles for a copy of Survivor Daily. Even if you don’t have to read it, it’s okay to take it home to cushion the table or make the bed.
As for where this Survivor Daily came from, no one has paid attention to it.
After all, it has just been released for the first issue and its popularity is too small.
As small as factory owners of Giant Rock City, owners of the Chamber of Commerce and officials of the City Hall, it is impossible for them to notice...
That night.
President Melvin returned to his mansion on the edge of the inner floor with a thrilling expression.
The negotiations with the Lord of Shuguang City were going smoothly, and the other party came up with a beautiful procurement list, including a large number of building materials, textiles and food.
This will create at least 50,000 jobs for Jushi City and solve the problem of food and clothing for nearly 100,000 people.
By this time next year, Giant Rock City's GDP will hit a new high!
The interest repayment from the new alliance and the raw materials pouring in from the northern suburbs will resurrect the factories in the industrial zone!
What made Melvin most pleased was that many factories have also started to borrow from him recently.
Some people borrow money to consume, so naturally some people are willing to borrow money to expand production. His bank can make money from both ends.
And there is almost no risk of bad debts!
The Stone City has entered a new cycle, and it seems that he has seen the dawn of economic recovery!
It seems that you are in a good mood today. Did you encounter something good?The lady took the coat from his hand.
Of course, Melvin said with a gaze. After so many days of slander, the negotiations have finally ended. The representatives of the new alliance signed the agreement. Our relationship with the new alliance will enter a new chapter from now on!
Although the progress of the negotiations was full of twists and turns, thanks to his resourceful performance at the negotiating table, firmly holding the rhythm of the negotiations in his hands, it ultimately forced the representatives of the new alliance to make concessions and allowed the two sides to reach an agreement.
But...is it really okay to lend money to those country bumpkins?The lady's expression was a little worried.
In her opinion, the people outside the giant wall were either vulgar mercenaries, sloppy scavengers, or robbers of houses.
She had a hard time believing those people.
Even those people looked at her more, which would make her feel goose bumps all over her body and she felt physically uncomfortable.
Melvin had a confident smile on his face.
What can be wrong? They have copper mines, farmland, and large forests... I even wish those country bumpkins borrowed a little more.
Debt will turn them into our slaves, which is much better than shackles.
At this time, he suddenly noticed the newspaper on the table.
The headline on the cover of the newspaper actually published news that the negotiations were going smoothly.
Melvin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows curiously.
The negotiations have just ended today, and two hours ago the representatives of the new alliance reluctantly signed the loan agreement, and neither side has time to officially announce it.
How did this unknown little newspaper guess that it would definitely be negotiated today?
It's quite accurate.
It could not have been printed a few hours ago.
What's this?
Survivor Daily.
Alisa, sitting on the sofa, was gently stroking the cat in her arms. After hearing her father's inquiry, she raised her head and replied softly.
Have our family ordered this newspaper?Melvin asked in confusion.
Alisa shook her head gently.
No, but I think this newspaper is quite interesting... Didn't I lose a cat before?
Melvin doesn't remember which one it was, his daughter has too many cats.
Seeing that his father seemed to not remember this, Alyssa continued softly.
At that time, you told me that you had already ordered the housekeeper to go to the tavern to post a cat search notice, and it would not take long for a mercenary to help me bring it back.
It seems like this is happening...what later?Melvin couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
It seemed that the cat had not been retrieved and he broke his promise in front of his daughter.
However, the sensible Alisa did not blame him and continued in a gentle tone.
Later, the mercenary gentleman did not appear, but the newspaper found me through the cat hunting notice in the tavern, saying that I could publish an advertisement in the newspaper for free, and as long as I found Xiao Hei, I would be willing to write a thank you letter for them.
Melvin smiled after hearing this.
Is this trying to make the newspaper famous by using his daughter’s reputation?
These people are quite business-minded.
In the upper class of the Rock City, my daughter’s name is much more expensive than a few chips.
However, such a small thing is not worth his concern, he just cared about his daughter.
If only I could find it.
It's Ah.
Feeling the kitten in her arms, a trace of sorrow rose in Alisa's eyes, really worried that it would be hungry.
……
At the same time.
In a single-family building not far from the warehouse area, there is a plaque with the Voice of Alliance hanging at the door.
Judging from the brand new nail, this sign should have just been hung up.
Unlike the desertedness at the door, the newspaper is busy at this moment.
Especially Hal, who is the president of the newspaper, has never stopped for a moment from morning to evening, and he wishes to divide himself into two people.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
Since the newspaper was just established and was short of staff, he had to hold multiple positions, responsible for the content of the newspaper and the layout of the newspaper. At the same time, he had to take into account the connection between the newspaper and the outside world.
As for why it turned out like this, we have to start from the afternoon three days ago.
According to the instructions of the administrator, the new alliance needs its own channels of voice.
However, due to the shortage of staff in the New Alliance's office in Jushi City, Shuyu and Luka discussed this important task fell on Hal.
Hal was flattered by the trust of the new league.
Although he also wanted to repay these people for their life-saving and retention, and prove his ability, he had never run a newspaper after all, and he didn't even know what the newspaper was.
Fortunately, Shuyu did not really put all the work on him, but went to the talent market to find several employees who had worked in "The Voice of the Rock", which made him busy, but he was not busy.
Survivor Daily is their first product, and the distribution scope is mainly in the outer city of Big Rock.
The first phase was printed 1,200 copies, respectively, in taverns, grocery stores and mobile vendors with relatively low consumption levels.
These newspapers are printed in local printing factories in Jushicheng. The printing volume is less than 10,000 copies, and the factory cost of each newspaper is about 05 chips.
If labor, rent, water and electricity are included, their expenses for the whole day will reach thousands of bargaining chips.
As for income, don't think about it for the time being.
These newspapers are provided to partners almost for free.
Each newspaper has a bargaining price. If sold, after deducting the profits of the partners, they can at most recover the cost of printing the newspaper.
In order to promote these newspapers, they also packed fifty-six boxes of nuclear Coke!
But these efforts are worth it.
The meeting was held on the second floor of the newspaper. Hal convened only six editors from the newspaper to summarize the suggestions left by readers in the newspaper and discuss the content of the next issue.
At this time, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open by the door, and a staff member hurriedly walked in.
Good news!1,200 newspapers sold half of them!
Hearing this sentence, many people at the conference table relaxed their eyebrows and showed joy on their faces.
Half of it can be sold when you can read it at will, this achievement is already quite good for a new newspaper with no popularity.
At least it means there is no problem with their content.
The staff paused for a moment and continued.
...But the bad news is that we didn't make a penny, we only recovered 120 chips and more than 3,000 empty bottles.
Hearing the second half of the sentence, the editors sitting at the conference table looked at each other.
...Maybe it would be a profit to sell these bottles.An editor glanced at the newspaper president and whispered.
Finding a job these days is not easy.
Especially newspapers are not necessities for daily life.
He was really worried that the job he had finally found was gone again.
Seeing the concerns in everyone's eyes, Hal, who was sitting at the conference table, stood up and cheered everyone up with a passionate voice.
Don’t worry about losses, making profits is not our purpose!There is only one thing we need to do now, that is, become famous as soon as possible!
I just carefully studied the feedback suggestions. The title of "Survivor Daily" is still too general and the content is not targeted enough!
People sitting in the office will not be interested in which factory's assembly line is short of people, and workers in the Rock City will not care about what clothes the Queen of Night's top brands wear today.
I think that in addition to Survivor Daily, we should also set up different sub-issues such as Workers' Daily, Citizen Daily, Playboy Daily, etc., and place different content for different customer groups!
Since "The Voice of the Rock" has occupied the upper class of the Rock, then we will go to the fields they have never entered and open up a new battlefield!
As he said these words, Hal felt every cell in his body boiling, and his eyes were shining with excitement and ambition.
If this plan can be realized, the newspaper he founded will occupy every minute after dinner among residents of Giant Rock City, and the words he wrote will be repeated by hundreds of thousands of people.
And he will become the uncrowned king of this city!
It was the first time he had encountered such an exciting thing for so long.
Listening to him depicting this amazing blueprint, everyone's faces showed surprise expressions.
An editor couldn't help asking.
Do we have that much budget?
Hal said confidently.
...There will always be a solution!Didn’t our boss say that?The alliance will not be stingy in investing in the cultural industry!
What's more, we just got a loan of 200 million chips, so there must be a place to spend this money, right?
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