coobybook Chapter 119 really doesn't need sponsorship.
Chapter 119 really doesn't need sponsorship.
"Spend money?" Dong Xin was stunned.
“Yes, it costs money.” Jiang Yang nodded firmly.
Lin Wei's eyes widened: "My literary society isn't like your large startup company. We only have so much funding, and we can't afford to spend money on news!"
Her eyes darted around, and she looked at Jiang Yang. "How about... you sponsor me?"
"Sponsorship? Definitely no problem!" Jiang Yang laughed heartily. "But this matter really doesn't need sponsorship."
Lin Wei frowned, looking at him with confusion: "No sponsorship needed? Then who would give us news for free?"
Jiang Yang smiled and shook his head: "Lin Wei, think about it. You are all college students. This school magazine is just starting out, so it's bound to cover school-related matters, right? You think you can just buy things from the school?"
He paused deliberately, looking at Lin Wei's widening eyes, and continued, "You guys are just blind to what's right under your nose!"
Lin Wei was stunned and didn't react for a moment.
Dong Xin looked at Jiang Yang curiously, waiting for him to continue.
Jiang Yang explained confidently, "You can collect news! We're all college students, who doesn't have something interesting to say? Club activities, interesting anecdotes about studying, campus gossip—aren't these all ready-made news materials?"
Lin Wei suddenly realized, but hesitated: "But... will this work?"
“Of course!” Jiang Yang insisted.
"You guys spread the word and provide news leads. The price will range from ten to fifty yuan per lead, depending on the quality of the news. This price is neither too high nor too low, which can both incentivize everyone to provide news and control costs."
Lin Wei's eyes lit up.
Although the amount of money wasn't small, it was still acceptable for the literary society, which had already received some advertising fees.
Moreover, this money is quite attractive to students, and it should generate a lot of news leads.
“That way,” Jiang Yang continued, “not only will you not have to send anyone out to gather news, you can also wait for people to come to you. If the news isn’t good enough, you can just refuse it. Two people working on the school magazine, one issue a week, is more than enough!”
Lin Wei excitedly slammed her hand on the table: "That's right! How come I didn't think of that! Jiang Yang, you're so smart!" "How about it? Isn't this a good idea?" Jiang Yang asked smugly.
"That's fantastic!" Lin Wei clenched her fist excitedly. "Now we won't have to worry about news for our school magazine!"
"Why didn't you ever think about paying for news before?" Jiang Yang looked at her curiously.
Dong Xin covered her mouth and chuckled, then winked at Lin Wei: "That's because our President Lin is a little miser! Aside from the portion that goes to the school, Lin Wei keeps all the advertising revenue from the school magazine!"
Lin Wei blushed and glared at her feigned anger: "Get lost! Were you scared of being poor the past two years? Besides, after I graduate, won't you be in charge of managing these funds, Dong Xin? Consider this a way to leave you some savings!"
As they talked, the two started pushing and shoving each other playfully.
Jiang Yang looked at the two of them being so lively and shook his head with a smile: "Alright, alright, stop fooling around. Hurry up and contact the students outside to come back and help you revise the new version of the school magazine, and then go and work on your club activities too."
Lin Wei stopped what she was doing and tidied her slightly messy hair: "We haven't given up on club activities! But we're the Literature Club, not the School Newspaper Club!"
After everything was arranged, Lin Wei smiled slyly and gave Dong Xin a push.
"Dong Xin, why don't you go out and chat with Jiang Yang? After all, it's been so long since you've seen each other, I guess you two would like to catch up, right?"
Dong Xin slapped her in annoyance, her cheeks flushed, but she still obediently pulled Jiang Yang away from the classroom.
Once outside the classroom, Dong Xin let go of Jiang Yang's hand, and the two walked side by side along the tree-lined path on campus.
Jiang Yang coughed lightly, breaking the silence: "I've been really busy lately and haven't had time to come. I almost broke my promise."
Dong Xin nodded slightly, her gaze falling on Jiang Yang: "I've heard about what happened to you these past two days, and it was indeed quite dangerous. But I could tell at a glance that your repeated reversals were your doing."
"Only you could come up with such a method," Dong Xin said with admiration.
"If it were someone else, they would never have thought of doing it this way."
Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Are you praising me?"
Dong Xin nodded seriously: "Of course, not everyone can think of that."
Jiang Yang curled his lips into a smug smile: "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."
“Okay,” Dong Xinxin readily agreed.
The two walked out of the school gate side by side and arrived at a clean little restaurant near the school.
After ordering two home-style dishes, the two ate and chatted.
Dong Xin talked about the recent activities of the literary society, while Jiang Yang shared some interesting stories from the company.
The atmosphere between the two was relaxed and pleasant, and the distance between them seemed to have shortened considerably.
Suddenly, a figure blocked their table.
The newcomer was tall, wearing a floral shirt, with a frivolous smile on his face, staring intently at Dong Xin.
Jiang Yang put down his chopsticks, his brows furrowing slightly: "Is there something you need?"
The man didn't even glance at her, and said to Dong Xin with a grin, "Beautiful lady, let's get acquainted. My name is Yan Yan."
Dong Xin was startled by this sudden attempt to strike up a conversation.
Her body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously moved closer to Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang felt a surge of displeasure.
He stood up, blocking Dong Xin's path, and stared coldly at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan then noticed Jiang Yang, and immediately smiled contemptuously: "Kid, I'm not someone you can afford to offend. If you know what's good for you, get lost, or I won't pay your medical bills."
"Another rich kid?" Jiang Yang sneered.
“I’m used to it. It’s always the same old line. It’s like they can’t find a woman unless they bully others.”
Yan Yan's expression changed, and she was furious: "Are you provoking me, brat?"
Dong Xin turned pale with fright. She gently tugged at Jiang Yang's sleeve and whispered, "Let's go, ignore him."
Jiang Yang patted the back of her hand to reassure her, then turned to Yan Yan and said firmly, "If you don't teach a second-generation rich kid like him a lesson in manners, he'll think you're afraid."
Yan Yan was taken aback and looked Jiang Yang up and down with a puzzled expression.
Could this kid be a member of some powerful family?
He tried hard to recall the faces he had seen at various banquets, but he couldn't remember this person at all.
"Don't you dare show off here!" Yan Yan pointed at Jiang Yang's nose and cursed.
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Yang's eyes.
He grabbed Yan Yan's finger that was pointing at him and squeezed it hard.
Yan Yan winced in pain and jerked her hand away, trying to break free.
Jiang Yang had a lot of strength in his hand, and Yan Yan felt like the bones in her fingers were about to be crushed.
He glared fiercely at Jiang Yang, and after Jiang Yang released his grip, he uttered a harsh threat: "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! You just wait!"