Song Shifeng's 1991

messy,

In a mess, Song Shifeng and the others finally got together the manuscript for the first issue, and most of a big rock fell down.

The cover is also available, so I use the jade photo of the military uniform that he has already hung on the wall.

But now there is still a lack of art and typesetting production. This is really professional, and they can't handle it.

And then, when it is finished and printed, how to distribute it is also a matter.It has to be sold out, but no one knows his magazine, can it be sold?

Everything is unknown, but Song Shifeng is quite optimistic in this regard, and even his beautiful photos will not fail to sell.

Let's talk about the production first. They won't be able to recruit people for such a highly professional position for a while. It would be wishful thinking to do it by themselves, so he thought of a good idea, contracting.

Brother Yu from the magazine quickly agreed to his invitation and brought a few colleagues to earn extra money on weekends.

"What's the name of the magazine?" Editor Yu asked.

"Fashion in a big country." Song Shifeng slightly lowered his voice when speaking, looking solemn and proud.

Editor Yu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "The name is good." It's really good, atmospheric.I just don’t know if the content is worthy of such a grand name.

Looking at the things he gave again, I was surprised, the content is still passable?Especially the photos, really good.

Song Shifeng was in a hurry, and this group of people worked quickly, so he could rest assured that he would take care of everything.Earning extra money, it’s not about spending time to earn money, it’s about spending your own time doing foreign work, so one by one works harder than the other.

Song Shifeng saw that they were all hardworking and professional, so he was very relieved to hand over the work to professional people, and he took a two-day rest.

Said it was a rest, but it was just a lazy sleep, and went to the mine to get a sense of presence. He hadn't been home for more than a month, and was almost sprayed to death by Zhang Aiguo.

Then he was grabbed by Lu Ting, which turned out to be a good thing.

In addition to praising him for his hard work, he was also given his first dividend.Just in time for a quarter, although he has only been in for less than two months, the dividends are quite a lot.

Immediately, all the irritability and fatigue disappeared, and he felt that he could work for another 500 years!

As a result, the monkey cried poor money before the money was hot. The company's accounts are now managed by the monkey. He said that there is no money in the account.

Two to thirty thousand yuan, just two months, gone?

It's gone.Monkey handed over the ledger, renting a house, applying for a license, buying tables and chairs, paying manuscript fees, water, electricity and gas, and other miscellaneous things are small money; buying a computer and printer cost a lot of money, and hiring a photographer is expensive enough, he admits it all, Why did the clothes made by those two shareholders cost an astronomical sum?He just took a photo with it, didn't wear it, didn't buy it!

"Didn't the editor-in-chief say you bought it at the original price?"

"Did I say so?"

Monkey nodded fiercely, and said, "Both Guan Design and Yang Design only charged the cost of materials, but the collar buttons of the military uniform you are wearing are all silver-plated and the cuff buttons of the shirt are precious stones. Yang Design The fabrics for women’s clothing are imported, and the buttons are small pearls, so it’s not too much money.”

Song Shifeng took a deep breath, feeling that he was not far from the brain stem.

Why can't I think about getting such a damn thing as a magazine?Did I take the wrong medicine or did I lose my mind?The bank still has a pile of loans, and owes a pile of foreign debts behind its back, and now that it has created such a money-eating thing, when will it really be possible to see money without deficits?

I scolded myself ten thousand times in my heart, I still have to do what I should do.

He gritted his teeth and added 1 yuan to the account, and couldn't help but exhort, "Save some money."

"It's not all about you." The monkey walked out in a low voice, and was stopped by Song Shifeng after two steps, "Where are those clothes?"

"It's in the warehouse."

"Go, find a few plastic models to put them on, and show them to me in the lobby." How can this money be spent as a one-off, and its maximum value must be realized.It's all his selling money!

He wanted to wear it himself, but after all, it was made with the company's money, so it wasn't suitable for him to wear it himself.

When Ping Guanyue found out, he simply moved models from his own shop, which were several grades higher than those sold in the general market, and this kind of models only complemented his high-end works.

Not to mention, swinging to the left and right of the hall, not to mention the momentum, the office has been upgraded several grades.

The two designers were very happy to see it. They were quite regretful when they received it from the warehouse, but the company spent all their money and they couldn't sell it in the store anymore. They didn't expect it to be seen again so soon and still be treasured. The display was really surprising.

The sample booklet was made in a few days, and Song Shifeng, who was full of excitement, saw it, and his smile suddenly disappeared.

What the hell is this!

Even though the photos are beautiful and the articles are passable, how come the output becomes so substandard?How should I put it, it is too much to say that it is ugly, but it can be said that it is absolutely against one's will, it is mediocre, so mediocre that people don't want to take a second look after seeing it for the first time, and there is no desire to turn over the book.

Song Shifeng pointed out his opinion unceremoniously, but the editor said that this is the best effect. Their art editors have been working in magazines for 20 years, and they are very experienced, so there will be absolutely no problem.

"I'm not satisfied with the effect of the magazine." Song Shifeng lost the smile on his face, holding up his favorite magazine and said, "According to this standard, Editor Yu, please revise it again."

"Boss Song, you don't make magazines, you don't understand. This is already the best level here. The magazines you used are foreign magazines, so there is no comparison."

"You mean you can't achieve this level? When you were editor Yu, you patted my chest and promised me that you would be absolutely tall, and now you tell me you can't do it?"

"I can't explain it to you. Why?" Editor Yu was also impatient, "I'll stop here. Even if you hire editors from the city and provinces, they can do the best work!"

"It's not okay to make things like this." He insisted on this matter, "Change it."

"Where to change?"

"The font, cover, content layout, picture design, and column position all need to be changed."

"You just let me do it again."

"It's fine if you feel the need." Song Shifeng said lightly, as if this was an extremely simple problem.

"Mr. Song, I can't do this magazine of yours, please be smart." A layman blindly directs an expert, he shouldn't care about this shit!

"Monkey!" Song Shifeng shouted suddenly.

"Editor, what's the matter?" The young man came in.

"Give it to the editor to check out, half price."

"Are you still deducting my money?" Editor Yu's voice changed.

"I'm just looking at everyone's hard work. It's easy to pay the full amount, and change it to the level I want." When my money is blown by the wind?It's enough not to give him any money to make this kind of junk!

"Okay, I'll see what good things you can make!"

Broke up unhappily.

Song Shifeng was so angry even after the money was deducted, he spun around in the room.

He's mad at him!He's mad at him!They are all crap!Is this the best level?They all grew up eating papa!

He didn't believe it anymore, there is no one with a level in this world!

Song Shifeng approached Chen Tiejun's wife again. It was estimated that the editor at the office gave him eye drops, which made people complain a lot, but he refused without letting him say anything, bluntly saying that her level is similar to that one, Can't achieve the effect he wants.

Song Shifeng rushed to the house in a hurry, he was really unwilling to use such a useless thing, asked people to inquire about experts, and returned to the dilemma of recruiting and finding no one.

I am so sad.

He just went to work early in the morning, and Song Shifeng, who hadn't slept all night, was taking a nap in the office when he heard a knock on the door. He sat up quickly, straightened his back, and picked up the things on the table to pretend to be busy.

"Boss, have you lost everything?"

Opening his mouth to say nothing, Song Shifeng secretly rolled his eyes, the creditor came to the door.

"Brother Zhang, why are you here when you are free?" Song Shifeng naturally couldn't put any airs in front of the creditor, so Song Shifeng greeted him with a smile.

"Let's see where you have lost all my money." The creditor Zhang Aiguo looked around, his eyes wishing to rummage through all the trash cans on the ground, looking for faults.

Song Shifeng was not afraid of finding fault at all, and he was unambiguous about money, "It's my money. It's all lent to me. Of course, I have the final say on how to spend it."

"You know it's a waste of money, and you don't care about the mine. You're happy to be the shopkeeper." "I thought you were praising me."

"Why are you so thick-skinned! The city wall?"

"It's not that thick, I was already mad at you to death." Song Shifeng did not repent.

"I'm almost mad at you!" Zhang Aiguo groaned angrily, still remembering the suffocation he had when he was put together, and said without a good face, "I'm not talking nonsense with you, I have something to do with you."

"Tell me." Now that it was time to do something, he said how could this guy want to come to him.

Zhang Aiguo probably did this for the first time, his eyes fluttered and his expression was awkward, and he said after a while, "Well, I found you an artist."

"Huh?" What did this guy say?art?Do you know what an artist is?

"What are you staring at, artist and editor! You don't need it?"

"Use! Use! Do you know the artist?"

"Small people look down on people! Graduated from college and have two years of working experience in magazines. As long as you have things here, she can get you with her little finger."

"Heh, that's a capable person, can my small temple afford it?" The more he said that, Song Shifeng became more suspicious. Such conditions could be inferior to such a small place like him?This guy probably didn't hear that he found someone to entertain him.

"Just say if you want it or not."

"Bring me to see if you want to see the real chapter under your hands." Even if it was just for entertainment, he didn't dare to refuse, what if?If you are in a hurry and go to the doctor indiscriminately, a dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor.

"I'll bring someone here in two days." Zhang Aiguo left after finishing speaking, without even the slightest intention of exchanging pleasantries.

"I don't want the job if I can't do it." Song Shifeng emphasized very disgustingly.

"Just don't call her attention!"

Hit attention?I really have the ability to confess!

Waiting and waiting, the artist didn't wait, he waited for Yan Dong to come back first, and they brought him a gift.

A special gift.

He didn't deliberately give it away, but just stuffed a package of newspaper wrapped things into his arms, and said coolly: "For you."

Song Shifeng squeezed it twice casually, it's quite fat and soft, what is it?He opened it happily on the spot, his eyes fixed.

A large bag of fiery red yarn lay quietly in the paper bag, quiet, peaceful, warm and fiery.

Ball of yarn……