Chapter 12 Kneeling in front of the God of Wealth Temple "Don't push, don't push,...
"Don't push, don't push, we have them all, we have them all!"
In the bookstore, people are rushing to buy Peking Literature and Art every day, and not just this issue. Some of the smart ones also buy the issue titled "Li Yaomei's Laid-off Diary".
Are Li Daohua’s novels that good? Not really. The reason they are so popular is that it is possible to make a lot of money by reading novels!
I sneer at feudal superstition and kneel before the Temple of the God of Wealth for a long time.
People who usually don't like reading are now rushing to buy it. The last person who understood the book has made more than three million dollars. Maybe they will be the next rich man!
Sichuan Cotton Mill directly pre-ordered several thousand copies and distributed them to the workers in the factory as welfare.
Compared with what they earn, this money is just a drop in the bucket. It's not just the money they earn, their factory can be proud of this time, and the previous frustration has finally been swept away.
"Did you buy it?"
"Why would I buy it? I won't buy it."
In the staff building, unlike the lively atmosphere in the bookstore, people did not discuss Li Daohua's new book, and many people did not even buy it.
Li Daohua has been living a happy life recently thanks to these two novels. They eat meat every now and then at home, and sometimes they even buy roast duck.
The children were often beaten, not for anything else, but because they were clamoring for meat, roast duck, candy, and shortbread at home...
“Eat, eat, eat. All you know is to eat. You eat more than even a pig!” The older woman in the building twisted her child’s ear as she walked home, scolding the child in a low voice.
But whether these words were meant to scold the child or someone else, only she herself knew.
Young children get scolded for wanting to eat meat, older children get scolded for studying, and young people get scolded for being unemployed. No one should be idle.
In the past, unemployed young people would idle around outside, and their families would have no complaints. After all, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to work, it was that they really didn’t have a job.
It’s not possible now. Li Daohua, a rural woman who just moved to the city, can make money by publishing articles. Why can’t you? How do you know if you don’t try?
You tried and it didn't work? Why didn't you work? Can you reflect on it? If you really can't work, then read Li Daohua's novels to learn.
Wang Hongqi has a daughter, Wang Aiai, who is still unemployed at home. It is not easy for her to find a good match when she goes on a blind date. When she lives at home, her daughter-in-law is always weird and the two have had many quarrels over this.
It just so happens that his son has the same idea, which makes Wang Hongqi and his wife worried every day.
One day, he saw his wife suddenly and stealthily pull their daughter over, take something out of her arms and stuff it into her. The daughter immediately smiled brightly and almost cried out.
The old man covered his daughter's mouth to prevent her from making any sound, and whispered a few words to her. The daughter then happily went out by herself.
"What did you just say to your daughter?"
The old man looked around and saw that there were no people around, so he said, "I'll ask someone to buy Peking Literature and Art and show it to my daughter. Maybe she can find a way to make a fortune. At worst, she can use it to find a partner."
"Didn't you say in the building yesterday that you would rather die of starvation or poverty than buy Li Daohua's novel?"
Wang Hongqi heard it all clearly. At that time, there were a few people cheering and saying they supported her and that everyone would not buy the tickets.
"How can I believe that? Believe it or not, there are many people buying in our building. How can I not know their little tricks? If I don't say that, how can I buy if everyone goes to buy."
Wang Hongqi was speechless. It turned out that the one who was deceived was the fool who listened to it.
"Then buy it, buy it. It's like being a thief in our own home."
"If my daughter-in-law sees this, how can we have sex? She asks my son to buy her something every day, saying that her brothers at home don't have jobs, so I can't give it to her."
Wang Hongqi thought this made sense: "Tell me, is it really useful? If laid-off workers can find new jobs, I think we are not that bad either."
"You go if you want to go. I don't have the face to go."
When Guo Weimin saw the newspaper, he regretted his decision. If he had not hesitated at that time and started working immediately, he would have made some money by now. Who knew he would really succeed?
Unfortunately, by the time he found out, he could no longer squeeze into Li Daohua's house.
When he was feeling depressed at home, his grandfather came to his house in a hurry.
Their steel plant did squeeze in, but didn't receive any good advice. They said they didn't know much about steel and asked her to think about it and definitely contact them if she had any ideas.
At this time, Guo Weimin's grandfather remembered that some time ago, his grandson seemed to have come to his house and asked for steel.
At that time, he was particularly proud to say that his brother's wife was a great writer and that "Li Yaomei's Laid-off Experience" was written by her.
The tone was as if the author was not his brother's wife, but his wife.
"I remember you said your brother's wife is Li Daohua, the writer Daohua, right?"
"Yes, I regret it!" Guo Weimin began to sigh, lamenting how big a deal he had missed and that he would be obedient next time.
"What kind of business?"
When he heard his grandfather's question, Guo Weimin shut up, blinked his eyes and didn't say anything.
"Why are you looking at me? Speak!" Mr. Guo puffed his beard and glared.
"Grandpa, don't ask. Your factory can't do it even if you ask. This is not something your factory can do."
"There's nothing our factory can't do! With level 8 workers here, even if you want to build an airplane, we can make it."
"I know that, you can definitely make it, but you can't do it."
Guo Weimin grew up under the care of his grandfather Guo. He returned to his parents only when he was old enough to go to school. Even so, Guo Weimin would still be sent back by his parents during the holidays to share the joy of family.
This kid, as soon as he sticks his butt out, you know what shit he's going to take.
The expression and tone he has now definitely show that he is not holding back on anything good.
Mr. Guo thought for a moment and said to Guo Weimin, "Please tell her that we want to be involved in what you do. We are not old-fashioned people."
Although he didn't know what it was specifically, Mr. Guo knew that since there was a way to earn foreign exchange, there must be a reason why Li Daohua was unwilling to say it.
Now it seems that they think they won’t do it and can’t do it.
"Okay, I'll pass on a message to you, but I don't know if it will work."
After Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications stopped allowing outsiders to enter and leave, Guo Weimin found Li Daohua and wanted to talk about the matter.
"No, your main task now should be writing. Have you forgotten that you are a writer? If a writer doesn't write, is he still a writer?"
Liang Ning is here.
As soon as the issue of "Dujuan's Entrepreneurial Story" was published, their journal sold out instantly. Until now, the printing factory is still working at full capacity to print and distribute it to all parts of the country.
She is now following the editor-in-chief's orders to urge Li Daohua to write a novel.
The editor-in-chief's original words were: "At her age, it is the golden period for creation. If she doesn't write now, will she have to wait until she is old, unable to hold a pen, and confused in the mind to write?"
Li Qingquan hates those people who disturb Li Daohua every day. They are killing an excellent writer.
"Is it important for writers to earn foreign exchange? Can writers earn foreign exchange? Oh, it seems they can. Sister Daohua can anyway. Anyway, this is a matter of earning foreign exchange for us, so don't worry about it!"
The two quarreled fiercely, and in the end it was Li Daohua who separated them.
"I already have an idea for a new novel. I'll give it to you next month. Don't you understand me?"
"Really? What's its name? How long is it? What kind of story is it? I think you can try writing a medium-length novel. With your current skills, you can definitely handle a medium-length novel."
Liang Ning is not exaggerating. This is also the editor-in-chief's opinion. The ultimate goal of writers is to write novels, and novels are extremely challenging in terms of writing skills.
Many writers, especially novelists, hope to complete a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation so as to make the most of their life.
"It's called 'Once Upon a Time in Wall Street', a novella, a story about a billionaire."
"It sounds interesting, specifically..."
"Don't be too specific. I've already said I can write it. Now it's my turn." Guo Weimin almost drove Liang Ning away.
Turning around, Guo Weimin asked curiously, "What's the story about that billionaire?"
“Are you here to hear the billionaire’s story, or to ask about foreign exchange earning?”
"Oh, yes, yes, earning foreign exchange, I almost forgot." Guo Weimin smiled, the word billionaire was really too attractive.
He told Li Daohua what his grandfather said, and Li Daohua understood what he meant: "Then tell them that it would be best to set up a joint venture, that is, to add a foreign company.
You can just find a foreigner and let him be the legal representative. In this way, even if there are any problems later, it will not be your business, and it will not be your reputation that will be damaged. Although your last name is Guo, you must not take the blame. "
Guo Weimin felt that every time he thought his sister-in-law was already very capable, she would refresh his feelings again.
This is really not a dirty trick that an honest person can come up with. This person must have to be very bad to come up with such a trick.
He secretly made up his mind that he must not offend Li Daohua, and also make sure Ouyang Yuan cannot offend her. He would endure it if he could. With such a wife, what else could he be dissatisfied with?
She is beautiful, can make money and has a high level of education. Isn't this an ideal wife? Of course, he chooses his own wife.
Li Daohua only felt that Guo Weimin's eyes had changed when he looked at her.
"I'll go back and tell my grandfather that I won't disturb you from creating and I'll bring you apples tomorrow."
Guo Weimin closed the door carefully, returned home with his head held high, and was about to keep the secret, but his grandfather slapped him on the back of the head, and everything suddenly spilled out.
Mr. Guo also felt that this was not a farmer's daughter at all. Even the landlords and rich people would not exploit and deceive people like this.
"No, no, we know it clearly. It's a hammer-patterned pot with patterns. I dare not lie to you."
If they really conclude that it is a scam, the first person to go to jail would be Li Daohua, followed by Guo Weimin.
What Guo Weimin didn't expect was that Li Daohua was really going to cheat people next, and it would be a big cheat.
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