Chapter 170: 2 Yuan is not enough I accidentally ate the loving food of a middle-aged couple and felt a little uncomfortable. After getting Deng Zhi's contact information, Chen Zhuo felt that the time was about up, so he went back to school to attend classes. The first two classes in the afternoon are advanced mathematics. Advanced mathematics has this characteristic: if you have a decent foundation in mathematics, you can barely keep up with the professor's thinking. But if you accidentally lower your head to pick at your fingernails, or bend over to pick up a pen cap, or reply to a message... In short, it was just a very short action, and then when I raised my head, I suddenly realized that I couldn’t understand it. It felt like the professor was explaining something in a foreign language. So Chen Zhuo did not dare to slack off. He waited until the two advanced mathematics classes were over. The next class was economics. Then Chen Zhuo called Deng Zhi during the break. After ringing for a while, the phone was connected. However, it seemed very noisy on the other side, as if many people were talking, discussing, or even arguing, giving people a sense of déjà vu of the sitcom "The Story of the Editorial Department". "Hey?"

A female voice sounded, quick and brief, as if saying one more word would be a waste of time. "Hello……" Chen Zhuo was thinking about how to greet him, but he hesitated for half a second. Deng Zhi probably thought Chen Zhuo was a bit long-winded, so he asked directly: "Submitting an article or exposing the news?" "It counts as a contribution, but this should be a soft advertisement." Chen said quickly. "Soft advertising" is also a type of advertising. The difference between it and hard advertising is that it does not directly introduce products, but instead embeds brand advertising in case analysis or storylines. It has a light commercial flavor and high credibility. "Advertisement, add QQ to chat." After Deng Zhi gave a string of QQ numbers, he immediately hung up the phone. "Your attitude is so arrogant..." Chen Zhuo thought that it was only in 2007 that traditional media such as newspapers and television stations still had some status. But in less than ten years, they will be severely impacted by the Internet's self-media. By 2024, almost no one will read newspapers, except for some government agencies that need to order some to improve their appearance. But the situation is still stronger than others. Chen searched Deng Zhi’s QQ. Her QQ nickname is “Zhizhi”. After adding a friend, Deng Zhi agreed quickly, but without giving Chen a chance to introduce herself, she just sent him a picture. Chen Zhuo leaned closer to his phone and looked at it: Yangcheng Evening News text information advertising price 1. RMB 400 per line for the main title (limited to 10 words) 2. RMB 200 per line for subtitle (limited to 10 words) 3、内文每字5元（限1000字以内），图片每张300元（限20cm） 4. Version A does not have text advertisements, Version B charges an additional 15%, and Version C does not charge any additional fees. Here, "ABC" should refer to the layout of the newspaper, with Page A being obviously the best and Page C being the worst.

Chen made a rough estimate. If it was published on Version B, this interview of 800 words + the main title would cost 5000 yuan. It cost almost 2500 yuan to register the company, get business cards, and draft a contract. There is also Professor Zeng Kun's salary. Chen Zhuo does not intend to be stingy in this regard. In order to completely win over Zeng Kun and use him as a "school traitor" for my own purposes, Chen Zhuo plans to hire him with a salary of 10000 yuan per month. By this calculation, 18000 have been killed. With the remaining 2500 yuan, I treated the entire team to a big dinner, and the yuan was spent exactly, with not a penny left. He was still a "rich man" just two days ago, but will soon return to the ranks of "poor people". Chen Zhe now has a little understanding of the feeling of "splitting every penny into two" when starting a business. "Drip drop~" At this time, QQ rang again, and Zhizhi sent a "?". She may think that the other party has been wasting time without any reply, so she should not waste time if she doesn't want to talk about it. Chen was attending his professional course while secretly typing replies. Chen Zhuo: Sister Zhizhi, I’m Chen Zhuo. Zhizhi: Who is Chen Zhuo? Chen Zhuo was a little confused and could only reintroduce himself. Chen Zhuo: My father is Chen Peisong from Luhu Street. When I was a child in the Labor Inspection Brigade, Uncle Deng Guangrong also held me in his arms. This time Deng Zhi didn't reply immediately. She probably realized that she had misunderstood Chen's identity, so she replied after a minute. Zhizhi: Chenzhe, sorry, I thought you were here to discuss business. Uncle Chen just mentioned this to me over the phone, but I was so busy that I forgot about it. Calm: It’s okay. After all, we haven’t been in touch for a long time. This time I mainly want to post an interview text about myself. Zhizhi: No problem. Just draft a rough draft and send it to me for revision. Chenzhuo: Okay, thank you Sister Zhizhi. Zhizhi: You’re welcome. Neither party spoke again after that, and there was no scene where Deng Zhi asked, "How are you doing now? We haven't seen each other for a long time. Do you want to have dinner together?" This is the normal reaction of two people who haven't seen each other for more than ten years and occasionally get in touch. In fact, if Chen had not planned to start a business after his rebirth, if he had still followed the old path of "taking the civil service exam", he would probably have completely forgotten Deng Zhi. When he returned to the dormitory at night, Chen opened the new notebook he had borrowed from Song Shiwei and started drafting his ideas for the interview. This is equivalent to an 800-word essay. Within the agreed length, you have to introduce your school, identity, company name, the two businesses you are currently conducting, and the significance of starting a business in college. To be honest, it is quite difficult to write, especially the part about "meaning". If I elaborate a little, it will easily exceed the word count. “It would be nice if this were a real essay.” Chen thought sadly, because the composition could exceed the word limit, but each extra punctuation mark would cost 5 yuan. Thanks to the fact that Chen Zhe came from the system, I was able to complete the interview in 820 words after some editing and reduction.

"If you spend 100 yuan more, you will have one less bun to eat tomorrow morning." Chen Zhuo made a joke in his mind, then added a title of no more than 10 words, "Zhongda Chen Zhuo's Entrepreneurial Journey", and sent it to Deng Zhi. After waiting for half an hour, there was still no movement from "Zhizhi". Chen Zhe understood that Deng Zhi looked like a busy man, so it might take a long time to see him. The next morning, during the break, Chen Zhuo asked Zheng Ju to come to the office of the School of Computer Science and specifically found Zeng Kun. Zeng Kun thought they were here to pay the project review fee. After all, the "Dream Life Web Contest" has been over for more than a week. According to normal procedures, the fees should be sent as soon as the event ends. However, Zeng Kun also knew that he had not done anything, and it seemed that he was just a figurehead from beginning to end, so he did not urge him. In his opinion, the copywriting ideas of the entries that won trophies were very innovative, but the web design was average and there was still a lot of room for improvement. "Professor Zeng." Chen handed over an envelope politely. This is the unwritten rule for giving review fees or even red envelopes, which should be wrapped in an envelope. Because the envelope is opaque, other people don't know what's inside, and it has a certain concealing effect. Zeng Kun was quite happy as he suddenly had an extra income of 2000 yuan. Maybe this is how men are after marriage: the visible salary is given to the family, and the invisible bonus is kept for themselves. "it is good." Zeng Kun suppressed his inner joy. After all, as an associate professor, he had no other income except his salary. But the moment his fingers touched the envelope, Zeng Kun suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Zhe. what happened? The thickness is obviously wrong. It's not less, it's more! Are all the 2000 yuan in ten-yuan notes? Noticing Zeng Kun's expression, Chen smiled and said nothing, then handed over a well-made business card. Zeng Kun took it without knowing what was going on. He took a look at the name and title on it, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. ······ (End of this chapter)