Several people chatted for a while on the Bund. Sui Jun, as a local, took Li Jianghe and Tao Shubo to the night market to eat some snacks and chat while eating.

Of course, the snack street will not be opened in the middle of rows of office buildings. It is surrounded by relatively low-rise residential buildings, with shantytowns interspersed among them.

The Bund is full of soft red and luxuriant life, but here it is an ordinary day filled with fireworks.

"How come I didn't know there was such a place back then?" Tao Shubo said as he sipped the Yangchun noodles and felt quite comfortable.

Being a reporter is not an easy job. To put it nicely, it is called the uncrowned king, but the uncrowned king is not so much a reporter as it is a large-scale "media".

Come rain or shine, your camera is more important than your wife.

But in the food stalls, people are in a very relaxed state, there are no other people they know, and there are no work tasks. It’s fun to chat with old friends!

"You were a workaholic back then." Sui Jun ordered a bowl of seafood porridge and said with a smile, "Why, is it easy to be a reporter now?"

"It's easy. I still remember that a reporter reported an article before. The top pick in a certain province wanted to be a reporter, but the reporter who interviewed him persuaded him to quit. He ended up going to Guanghua College of Peking University." Tao Shubo said with emotion: "What?

The industry is tired and there is nothing we can do.”

"It's good to get ahead." Sui Jun ordered a cup of draft beer, poured it for the three of them, and turned his attention to Li Jianghe: "Xiao Li, when you come out for internship, you also study journalism?"

"Well... I'm studying Chinese language and literature." Li Jianghe put down his beer mug, thanked him, and said, "I came to Shanghai just to have fun and see the customs of Shanghai."

"Don't come here to see the charm of the magical city." Sui Jun took a sip of beer, "I know a good place, and there are all kinds of places. All nations will come to visit."

"Old Sui!" Tao Shubo stopped Sui Jun, "Don't talk in a pornographic manner like a student."

"I'm used to it, I'm used to it." Sui Jun slapped his head and said sheepishly, "I'm not very cool, so don't take it to heart."

"I remember you used to be quite serious." Tao Shubo ordered another takoyaki.

"I have nothing to do in the evening to review manuscripts, so I just tell some jokes to refresh everyone. I've gotten used to it." Sui Jun drank another glass of wine, "It's just like a doctor telling yellow jokes on the operating table to relieve stress."

The three of them chatted while eating, and the conversation was quite interesting.

Two middle-aged literary youths and one young literary youth had a constant flow of topics.

But in a blink of an eye, it was time to end the show. The three of them paid the bill and took a walk along the road.

The Wutong trees in Shanghai stretch along the street.

Passing by the auto show venue, the auto show was closed at this time, but there were still many cars parked outside the auto show venue.

"Sigh, our annual profit from running a magazine is not as expensive as this car," Sui Jun suddenly sighed, "It's difficult."

"It's not that low, Old Sui," Tao Shubo said with a smile.

"This has been the case in the past few years. There is a rush to publish magazines. The competition is fierce. What we do is chicken soup literature. There is no competitiveness. We just rely on selling book numbers to survive." Sui Jun grinned, "We only make a hundred dollars a year.

Wanba, what can you do in Shanghai?"

Some magazines make a lot of money, perhaps tens of millions a year, but most of them break even, or make a slight loss/profit.

Selling the ISBN is more important. You don't sell the ISBN when you publish a book at your own expense. When the magazine doesn't want to take care of your book, you buy it back and do the printing yourself, and then you sell the ISBN.

"Uh," Li Jianghe took out his car keys and pointed at the Grand Cherokee not far away, "How about I drive you back?"

"You..." Sui Jun looked at this big car that looked quite new and said, "This car of yours looks powerful. How much does it cost?"

"Ah, maybe a million." Li Jianghe was still a little embarrassed and hurriedly explained: "It's not mine, it's my friend's, lend it to me."

The starting price of the Grand Cherokee is almost 500,000 yuan, and high-end models can cost 120,000 to 300,000 yuan. The one Wu Shiqing bought was naturally a high-end model.

"Isn't this... bad?" Sui Jun was also a little embarrassed, wondering why he asked such a mean question just now.

"It's okay, there's nothing to do anyway," Li Jianghe scratched his head.

"Old Sui, you're welcome, let's experience the car that your magazine can only buy if it makes a year's profit." Tao Shubo thought it was quite fun.

"I just said it casually." Sui Jun got rid of the embarrassment just now, "Thank you Jiang He."

"You're welcome, come on", Li Jianghe greeted the two people to get in the car.

Sui Jun arrived first, and Li Jianghe took Tao Shubo to find the hotel booked by their newspaper.

"Brother, do you think I want to set up a publishing house? Can you bring Sui Jun over?" Li Jianghe asked suddenly, holding the steering wheel.

"You want to set up a publishing house?" Tao Shubo hurriedly shook his head, "You are a layman, so you can't get this thing. The most important book number is difficult to get approved. Besides, private publishing is not allowed at all."

"Brother, is there no other way?" Li Jianghe was a little unwilling to give up.

On the one hand, Li Jianghe, a young literary youth, was eager to start publishing. On the other hand, it was also the suggestion of Li Jun and Pang Shulan.

If you know in advance which book will be popular, wouldn’t publishing become just a matter of making money on your own?

"I'll be honest, Jiang He, this is not easy." Tao Shubo leaned on his back and said, "If you just want to come up with one or two books, or just get a few issues of a magazine, it's not that difficult. I can find it for you."

It would be too difficult to find people to run a publishing house with a book number. You have to know that there are only more than 500 publishing houses in our country."

"Oh, okay", Li Jianghe was a little disappointed.

"Otherwise, you can go to a large public institution, such as our school, and the school will apply. But this... I think you can understand the difficulty. Even if Mr. Lin helps you, it will basically not be possible.

Maybe," Tao Shubo frowned and said, "In addition, you can also invest in the publishing house when it is restructured. As long as it is not foreign capital, there will still be opportunities to enter the market at that time, as long as you have money and connections."

Having said this, he patted his thigh gently and remembered who Wu Shiqing was with Li Jianghe at the car show.

The Wu family is an industrial giant, spanning light chemical industry, machinery, electromechanical equipment manufacturing, building materials manufacturing, real estate and many other fields.

To say he is extremely rich is no exaggeration.

Moreover, industry is different from Internet companies. The development of industry is intricate and complex, and industrial giants have very close ties with local governments.

There's nothing you can do about it, you're a big taxpayer.

There is a saying that is too big to fail, which refers to this kind of enterprise. If a company collapses, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of jobs will disappear. This is no longer an economic problem but a social problem.

Tao Shubo only met Wu Shiqing because he was invited to interview Wu Shiqing when a factory in the Wu family had environmental problems.

Later, the Wu family's factory had undergone environmental rectification, and Tao Shubo just mentioned the matter casually when reporting, focusing on the factory's environmental changes.

This kind of company usually gives reporters "travel expenses".

Journalists can only be merciful and merciful.
Chapter completed!