Put simply, if we sell 2,000 out of 3,000 newspapers, we'll break even and turn a small profit. If we only sell 1,000, we're at a loss."
Li Banfeng shook his head, "We can't sell them like that. Print 5,000, and sell each newspaper for twenty cents."
"Sell for twenty cents?" Ma Wu shook his head repeatedly. "We can't do that. Even if they all sell, we won't make back our investment."
"You're really business-minded," Li Banfeng said with a laugh. "Do you really expect to make money from this?"
Ma Wu slapped his forehead. As a businessman, he was accustomed to considering profit and loss, almost forgetting the real matter at hand.
"I'll listen to you, twenty cents."
The hand-operated printing press churned out an additional 2,000 copies, and they had to hire people to fold the papers. After busying themselves until dusk, the first issue of "Night-blooming Jasmine" was finally sent out.
