"Hey, Mr. Tao? When will your manuscript be delivered? This issue of the magazine is about to be published. Who said I am going to go bankrupt?"

"Boss Tong, how could you tell the author that I am going to go bankrupt? Your money is bound to be free. What will you give to you before the 15th? Tomorrow? Don't mess with me again~~~"

"Amuk, I haven't come out for a long time to have a meal. I'm not going to borrow money tonight."

Pei Wencong didn't even have lunch, so he started to contact the publication of the next issue of the magazine. The result was very unoptimistic.

Friends who had met well in the past have suddenly changed their faces, ruthless and snobbish.

The author who has made a long-term contract with the manuscript wants to change jobs, and the printing factory asks for debts. Friends who have been hiding from missing others for many years have made Pei Wencong so anxious that he gets angry.

It's like playing cards with someone. He has clearly gotten a good card, but he has no money to call and is forced to give up.

Pei Wencong made many calls but ended up finding nothing.

I flipped the address book back and forth twice, held the phone's hand, and finally let it go weakly.

Pei Wencong opened the window and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. However, after opening the curtains, the cramped exterior wall of the building ten meters away made his heart even more depressed.

There was a winding and cracked cement crack on the exterior wall, just like a big mouth, cracking and mocking Pei Wencong, the flop.

Pei Wencong looked at the cement cracks calmly, and after a long time, he smiled miserably.

Once upon a time, Pei Wencong was also fantasizing that one day, he would open the window and see the invincible sea view outside.

He turned around and saw his beautiful wife and lovely children.

But after working hard for thirty years, it seemed that I had returned to the beginning, as if I was a child, and I had huddled in the shack with my mother and sister, and had nothing.

Pei Wencong is very smart. The ability to get into SIPG University by a poor family can fully prove that his IQ is beyond ordinary people.

For a moment, he thought that with his wisdom and hard work, he could be the second best person in Li Chaoren.

But since he graduated and entered society, he realized that there is no such a wide ascent channel in Hong Kong Island, and a group of big crocodiles have filled the small pond.

The fish in the pond are all nutrients for big crocodiles. If they move their claws and tails casually, they can squeeze all the fish to death.

Small shrimps like Pei Wencong either obediently serve as nutrition for the big crocodile, or they go to the bottom layer of mud and slowly rot.

After working hard for several years, Pei Wencong finally refused to give up and bet on the only house in his family, bet on all the houses, and opened this magazine.

No matter how hard or difficult it is, it will break teeth and blood, so that the family can live a good life.

Now my sister is in a private high school and has good academic performance. When my mother and old friends get together, she will proudly say, "My Acong has a car and a building, so she is the boss."

But today

I never thought that his glamorous appearance, which he had been forcibly, was so unbearable.

Then what else can I hold on?

At worst, you can go bankrupt and sell it to a big crocodile for the rest of your life!

Pei Wencong spit out a breath of suppressed turbid air, cheered up, and clenched his fists.

"Aqiang, Aqiang, go and contact Brother Nan and sell my flower crown! Be kind and be polite, don't let him be too low on the price, Aqiang, Aqiang."

Pei Wencong called out several times in a row, but none of his editors and reporter A Qiang responded.

He couldn't help but walk over and spread Aqiang's arms to see if he was painting the Fengyue comics that were drawn by the side again.

This thing does have a market, but Aqiang's aesthetic is different from that of the public. Pei Wencong looks so eye-catching that he thinks is so erotic.

However, this time Aqiang did not draw comics, but wrote novels quickly.

"Didn't I ask Amin to translate simplified Chinese? If you don't make the next issue of the magazine page, what should I write here?"

Aqiang woke up and blurted out: "I want to write a historical novel, too."

He turned his head excitedly and said to Pei Wencong: "I only now know that our ancestors are so powerful.

They can not only defeat the country of Chrysanthemum at will, but also help the ghosts work hard for us.”

Aqiang said a lot of things in a mess, but he was very excited and sincere.

The beginning of "Flying the North Wind" describes a foreign legion under the Western Regions Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty, the Xiliang regiment. The leader is Li Tianlang, a Tang Dynasty man. In addition to the backbone of the Tang Dynasty, there are many "barbarians" who are obediently vassals.

In addition, the novel begins with a casual description of the country's power, but it was defeated by an elite partial teacher in the Tang Dynasty.

Just a few thousand words of description, it seems that the image of a powerful empire is vividly revealed on paper.

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Pei Wencong patiently listened to Aqiang's words, then patted Aqiang on the shoulder and said, "The chrysanthemums are very strong now. Those people are not ghosts, but Su E's current franchise republic."

Aqiang said with confidence: "If you win, you will win. If you Su Geren is not a ghost?"

Pei Wencong was speechless. He understood Aqiang's mood at this moment because he had been so paranoid before.

I have been suppressed for too long, and the people at the bottom have been suppressed for too long.

Many people hate why they are not born with yellow hair.

But now when Aqiang suddenly watched "The Flying of the North Wind", he suddenly felt like "I turned out to be rich in my ancestors."

The difference between this book "Flying in the North" and martial arts novels is that its protagonist is not actually a person, but a powerful, arrogant and proud empire.

A Tang Empire, which relied on the power of the Anxi Protectorate, dared to fight against the powerful Dashi Empire at that time.

Why doesn’t Aqiang, who has seen all the world’s powers in Hong Kong, love such a great ancestor?

Pei Wencong felt a similar feeling after reading it, but he valued the commercial value of this novel more.

"Boss, no one has ever written this kind of novel," Aqiang said like a lottery player holding a lottery in his hand: "I can write it too. When I become a writer like Jin Ni, I can do it too."

"You can write after you get off work and give me work when you go to work."

Pei Wencong patted Aqiang's head and said, "Now, hurry up and contact Brother Nan and sell him the car. He said I want to change the car, let alone wait for money!"

Pei Wencong did not extinguish Aqiang's enthusiasm, but he was not allowed to go to work to catch fish.

He knew that historical novels like this were indeed a new direction and could become popular in Hong Kong Island, but such novels were difficult to write. Aqiang dropped out of school in junior high school and had too much historical knowledge. Aqiang had never been exposed to them.

But even if he goes to high school or college, he may not be able to learn this historical knowledge, and Hong Kong may not have corresponding historical materials, so it is enough that Ah Qiang is happy.

When A Qiang sneered and went out, Pei Wencong personally arranged the page of the next issue. "Flying the North Wind" will undoubtedly be put on the front page. Let's write the title of the writer as a senior professor!

After completing all the trivial matters, Pei Wencong was ready to do the most important thing.

He touched the phone and asked the operator to connect to the long distance from the mainland island city.

In 1982, I made a phone call from Hong Kong Island to the mainland, but I don’t know how many times I had to transfer or how long I wait.

While waiting, Pei Wencong adjusted his emotions, so at the moment when the phone was connected, he was no longer a frustrated person who was one step away from the slap, but a wealthy "big businessman".

"Hello, I'm Talang Literature Publishing House. I want to talk to you about the copyright of "Shufeng Feiyang" of course, you can pay Hong Kong dollars, and you can enjoy US dollars~~~"

.........

Li Ye ran lightly on the path by Weiming Lake. When passing by the martial arts club, he did not forget to glance at He Dazhuang a few more times.

He Dazhuang is in good health and has practiced these days. I don’t want to talk about how he practices the moves and movements. At least he has already mastered his skills in his mouth.

“Hey~~ha~~”

In his previous life, Li Ye watched a video of a young lady practicing Nanquan. She was so imposing like a tiger, and her voice was shocked by three miles. Now He Dazhuang seems to have become three points.

When He Dazhuang saw Li Ye running over, he exhaled and shouted loudly, "Hey Ha" roaring, quite like an angry Tibetan mastiff.

Li Ye quickly moved away so as not to stimulate him and let him practice Qi Qi.

Seeing Li Ye running faster, He Dazhuang practiced even more vigorously, and he was very happy.

......

In his spare time, Li Ye was writing a manuscript quickly. Since Tianwen Leyu said that he wanted to earn the proofreading fee, Li Ye has accelerated his progress and prepared for the subsequent important plans.

Other students are studying hard, while others are discussing issues lively.

Everyone from high school to Beijing University of Technology's World Economics major seemed to suddenly understand the world outside the door, and also had ignorant ideas about some world trends.

For example, the just-concluded Falkland War, the Fifth Middle East War, etc., are the hottest topics.

But today, almost everyone was attracted by He Dazhuang.

"I tell you, this time I'm a famous teacher. Qiao Tiansheng from our club is the authentic descendant of Hu Jiannanquan.

Once he came home from school and encountered a senior student bullying his child, and he knocked down eight of them alone with bare hands."

“Oh~~”

There was a burst of exclamation in the classroom, which alarmed Li Ye, who was concentrating on writing novels.

Li Ye didn't understand why everyone is a college student and does not have the minimum ability to distinguish?

One beats eight?

I have to take a stick, okay?

However, when Li Ye thought about his 20 years old in his previous life, he seemed to understand the reactions of his classmates.

A twenty-year-old child still has a strong admiration for his martial arts value. Boys all fantasize that they can beat ten of them one by one, although that is basically impossible.

The information in the 1980s was too blocked, and this situation was also very common.
To be continued...