"Hey, hey, hey, it's a misunderstanding, I wouldn't dare bully Ma Fangfang."
"I saw her standing on the side of the road, so I came to say hello. Auntie, please don't do it. Hiss...it hurts so much."
Although Sister Wei is old, her martial arts skills are very good. She grabbed the soft flesh on Liu Guangqi's waist and twisted it hard, almost making Liu Guangqi kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Hmph, I don't care if you bully me or not. Next time you see Fangfang, just stay away from her!" Sister Wei gave Liu Guangqi a light lesson, then kicked him on the butt: "Why don't you leave now?"
"Go! As long as you let go, I will leave immediately!"
Liu Guangqi bared his teeth, and when Sister Wei let go of his hand, he started running away from this place of trouble.
"What's going on?"
"Ma Fangfang, don't expect me to care about you from now on. I won't care even if you get kicked into the river."
Only when he walked into the alley did Liu Guangqi dare to curse. He felt that he was so unlucky today that even drinking cold water would get stuck in his teeth.
In this way, Sister Wei took Ma Fangfang to the garment factory. Although the task was not accomplished, everything that could be done was done. She could not blame others for not liking Ma Fangfang.
Deputy Director Ma impatiently sent Sister Wei and the other person away, and the matter came to an end.
At least Deputy Director Ma will not go to the street office to report Sister Wei.
The only victim in the entire incident was Liu Guangqi.
Time passed quickly and two days passed.
At noon that day, after lunch, Mr. Liu called his old friends over. They drank tea to help digest the food while playing Go. It was a rare leisure time in the day.
"Old Liu, don't you know how to give me some leeway? Every time I play chess with you, it's like a battle."
"Giving in to you?" Old Liu smiled amiably, "Then wouldn't that mean I'm looking down on you, Old Wang? Hahahaha."
"No more playing, no more playing. Let me memorize a few more chess moves before I play chess with you."
Mr. Wang threw the remaining chess pieces into the chess box as if in a fit of anger, and picked up a newspaper to read.
"Hey, you also have Sijiu Literature in your room. I was reading an article a while ago, and I don't know if it's finished yet."
"The one you're talking about should be called The Sword of Blood and Valour, I've read it before, but I'm not interested in these fighting and murderous feuds in the martial arts world. Take this newspaper if you want to read it." Old Liu slowly packed up the chessboard, intending to drive him away.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Mr. Wang exclaim.
"The newspaper has added a new work, and the name is quite interesting, Drawing the Sword!"
"Wow, dedicated to the comrades who sacrificed and fought, this is a work about fighting the Japanese invaders."
Mr. Wang sighed and glanced down.
It didn't matter that he just glanced at me, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look down.
Time passed minute by minute, and after a while, Mr. Wang took a deep breath to free himself from the memories just now.
"Just now, I remembered the time when I killed the little devils."
Mr. Wang was a man who had participated in wars seriously. When he first joined the team, he joined the Big Knife Team because he had learned boxing and kicking. He once fought four Japanese devils alone with a sword. Although he was slightly injured, he still killed all four Japanese devils with his sword.
It was because of this battle that he was promoted to squad leader.
"That's how you should beat those bastards!"
"It's so enjoyable, so enjoyable."
Mr. Wang held the newspaper in one hand and clapped his thigh excitedly with the other, seeming extremely happy.
After patting his thigh, Mr. Wang leaned back on the sofa, found a comfortable position and continued reading.
After putting away the chess pieces, Old Liu looked at Old Wang with some surprise. The two have been friends for many years and know each other's tempers well. Although Old Wang liked to make a lot of noise when he was young, he has become much more stable as he gets older and has not cursed anyone for a long time.
"What book makes you so happy?"
Mr. Wang laughed heartily. "Draw the Sword! A rare masterpiece! Now I have another work I can follow."
"Hey, the author of this book looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard of it before."
Hearing this, Mr. Liu asked curiously, "What's the name? I'll help you think of one."
"Well, Chen Jun, I remember where I heard this name." Old Wang scratched his chin and tried hard to recall.
"Who? Chen Jun?" Old Liu's expression suddenly became strange.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang glanced at Mr. Liu, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Do you know him?"
"You must know about the Red Star Steel Mill, right?"
Elder Wang nodded. "Of course I know. This is under the jurisdiction of our department, but what does this have to do with the author of Bright Sword?"
"The canteen director of the steel rolling mill is also called Chen Jun." After saying this, Mr. Liu came over and snatched today's newspaper from Mr. Wang's hand.
"Hey, don't rush to grab it, let's watch it together." Old Wang came over and muttered to me, saying why he looked so familiar. It turned out to be the guy who was very good at cooking. But that guy was a chef. He had superb cooking skills at such a young age. He should not have time to study literature or something like that.
Mr. Liu didn't say anything because he was also immersed in the story at this time.
After he finished reading the content in the newspaper, he couldn't help but want to shout out "It's great."
But Mr. Wang was still beside him. Mr. Liu resisted the urge to shout, stood up, walked to the phone, dialed the number, and waited for it to connect: "Put me in the office of the director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. I want to talk to Yang Weimin!"
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On the other side, the 1949 literary and art newspapers and magazines.
Shi Xiangrong was so busy that day that he didn't even have time to eat lunch.
He was very optimistic about the book "Drawing Sword" from the beginning, so after typeset, he asked the printer to make more copies to ensure that there would not be enough to sell.
But the situation was far beyond his expectations. The extra 3,000 copies did not last long at all. At around 10 o'clock in the morning, lower-level dealers started calling one after another.
Every time a call is answered, the first thing the client says is that they want the goods, and they want them on the same day, and it would be best if they could be delivered right away.
Ouch!
This time it just passed one morning.
Shi Xiangrong immediately reported the situation to his superiors, who waved their hands and delegated authority, allowing the printing factory to operate at full capacity.
Then, in order to avoid insufficient supply the next day, the printing quantity for tomorrow was doubled.
After finishing these things, it was already past three in the afternoon. Shi Xiangrong sat on the chair a little tiredly, rubbing his sore eyebrows.
"Hey, I'm afraid two yuan per thousand words is too low. I'll ask my boss to raise the price for Chen Jun later."
Nowadays, scholars who can write articles still have a high social status.
It's not just that intellectuals are respected, but also that they have a strong ability to make money.
Not to mention people far away, just take Mr. Lao She, the editor-in-chief of 49 Literature and Art, who was never short of money. He had long been a well-known rich man in the surrounding area.
Although the novel Chen Jun submitted cannot make him a millionaire directly, it is only a matter of time before he becomes one.
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