handy!
She swayed slightly, gripping Chen Xian's hands tightly with both.
It swayed.
His eyes were slightly red and bloodshot.
"good!"
Even though Uncle Fu and Chen Xian spent a long time together.
But as they got to know each other better, they felt that the other person seemed to have a special quality.
In other words, in this person, affection outweighs self-interest.
According to normal thinking, one should definitely ally with the strong, but he chose a library that had given him a hand and gone crazy with him when it was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Uncle Fu sighed with inexplicable emotion, saying that knowing this person was a blessing for Rainforest Study, and even more so for me.
If it were now, with so many wolves around, there would be no place for Rainforest Bookstore to sign such a top-tier fiction writer.
Such a person, when down on their luck, fails to build a genuine relationship; when rich, they are destined to remain only a nodding acquaintance in business.
They don't meet the other person's standards.
Mr. Zhao walked with heavy steps.
Seeing Uncle Fu's sigh, the surrounding workers gathered at the door to watch the commotion.
This brings to mind the uproar over the "Cleaning Department stall fee management case" involving Chen's food stall in the food street!
A strange thought suddenly came to mind.
Mr. Xu, the White-Browed Hero?
An old man in the neighborhood?
Mr. Liaozhai?
Given: Mr. Chen = Mr. Xu.
Mr. Xu and Uncle Fu had a good relationship.
The organizer of the walled forum is Uncle Fu.
This is a study again, so Mr. Xu can write storytelling, which means he can write vernacular stories?
Could Mr. Xu be the same as Mr. Liaozhai?
Could the author of Liaozhai be the same as an old man in the streets? Let's leave that aside for now.
Inference: Mr. Xu, the White-Browed Hero, = Mr. Liaozhai, A Chinese Ghost Story = Mr. Chen, the Boss of the Chen Family Stall.
The more I speculate, the more terrified I become.
Was the author of "A Chinese Ghost Story" the same person who wrote "The White-Browed Hero"?
Doesn't this mean that this person wrote a popular storybook and then wrote another popular storytelling book?
Both are written languages, so they are naturally interconnected.
The future master of storytelling, judging from the jokes just now, Master Xu has already shown his potential!
It's almost certain that their next work will be another blockbuster.
But it's no longer my concern.
Although the sun is shining brightly outside, the future looks bleak!
Like a guillotine, swaying gently, with a numb face, like a walking corpse.
The library must rely on high-quality storytelling performances to speak for itself.
Without storytelling, the Beijing Opera Storytelling Hall will be doomed sooner or later!
Mr. Zhang looked relaxed.
Seeing that Boss Zhao looked like a walking corpse, he whispered, "Boss Zhao, your position determines your perspective. If I were you, I certainly wouldn't offend a powerful Marquis Baili and help Mr. Xu."
After all, anyone would be scared when faced with the fear of the unknown, so what's there to be sad about?
Don't worry, even if the future Beijing Opera Bookstore isn't as good as my family's, you still have Qingyunlou, don't you?
Life can still go on.
You are still the number one library in Daxing Town.
After all, your family has many libraries, which I can't compare to.
I heard that Qingyunlou was also a top-notch story writer, but you beat him to it first, what a pity!
I wonder where that mysterious author of *A Chinese Ghost Story*, Mr. Liaozhai, is. Otherwise, I'd definitely find him and commission a work specifically to annihilate your family's storytelling tradition!
He patted the other person on the shoulder, his eyes filled with wisdom and clarity.
Boss Zhao looked at him speechlessly.
"Old Zhang, do you really not know where Mr. Liaozhai is?"
Mr. Zhang looked bewildered.
Only then did Boss Zhao realize that the other party had indeed guessed who it was, and he patted his forehead.
Splat!
The tone was envious.
"Old Zhang, sometimes I really envy and am jealous of you. It's better to be a little foolish. Fools are often blessed."
Boss Zhang was even more confused and cursed, "Why the hell are you cursing me? I was just trying to comfort you!"
As Mr. Zhao stepped across the threshold, a voice came from behind him.
"Mr. Zhao, don't rush. Mr. Xu has another business deal he'd like to discuss with you."
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