Le Jing's peaceful recuperation ended the day when Wang Xiguan, the editor-in-chief of the Peking Fiction Newspaper, came to his door.
After a week of using the saved manuscripts, the serialization of "Dynasty Rise" finally followed the footsteps of "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" and came to a halt. However, it was because of the author's illness, which was an irresistible reason. Although the editorial department was reluctant, there was nothing they could do, and they could only tell Le Jing to take good care of his illness.
Le Jing hadn't rested for a few days. About the fourth day after the day-long break, Editor-in-Chief Wang came to his house in a hurry, carrying bags of tonics. By then, Le Jing's health had improved a lot. At least he didn't have to stay in bed wrapped in a quilt to recuperate. He could already stroll around the yard.
Summer is almost over, and the beginning of autumn will come in a few days. The summer cicadas are taking advantage of the last moment to chirp heartbreakingly, and the peach trees in the yard are already full of fruits. When Editor Wang came, Le Jing was standing on a stool, pulling apart the branches and leaves of the peach tree to pick a few ripe peaches.
Editor Wang asked with a smile: "Sir, you look healthy. Are you well?"
The happy scene of climbing a tree to pick peaches: ...
Le Jing jumped down from the chair, coughed, and told the truth: "I feel better now, but I still can't get any wind. The doctor said I need to rest well."
Editor Wang smiled as he looked at the peach in Le Jing's hand and said, "You should take a good rest... But lying in bed every day is not good for recovery. You should move around more."
Le Jing touched his nose. Now he finally understood the subtle feeling of frustration, similar to when you were playing with your phone when your mother came home, so in her eyes you had just been playing with your phone all day.
Editor Wang's "more activities" certainly didn't mean that he had to climb up and down like a monkey to pick peaches. He was hinting that Le Jing should write an article. In fact, he had planned to rest for a few more days and resume serialization next week. But he was caught by the editor when he was slacking off and picking peaches. He couldn't say shamelessly that he still needed to recuperate.
Seeing that the author finally made a promise to continue writing, Wang Xiguan breathed a sigh of relief.
During the four days that Mr. Lin Zhongqi skipped the serialization, their editorial department almost went into an uproar.
As a popular serial novel, it is no small matter for the author to suspend the serialization of "Dynasty Rise". Although Wang Xiguan had been prepared for this, he still underestimated the fighting power of Mr. Lin's readers.
Letters from readers poured into the editorial office like snowflakes, and the editors' hands were almost broken from opening the letters.
If Yang Jinglun had the opportunity to read these letters, he would never complain again about the unreasonable letters sent by the readers of Night Watch, because compared with the letters received by the Peking Fiction Newspaper, the readers of Night Watch could be considered elegant and polite.
This is also determined by the different audience positioning of Night Watchman and Lin Zhongqi. People who follow Night Watchman's novels are likely to be highly educated and cultured people, and even if such people curse others, they will not curse too harshly.
Lin Zhongqi’s readers were different. The audience of “The Rise of Dynasties” was mixed, including well-dressed privileged classes and dock workers. Many readers were illiterate and heard the story of “The Rise of Dynasties” from storytellers on the street. They were still very concerned about the sick author, but they were not so polite to the newspaper. So the letters they sent to urge the editor to update the book used abusive methods that stunned the editor who opened the letter, and cordially greeted the editor’s mother and all female relatives.
The editor in charge of opening the letters was a young man who had just graduated this year. He had never suffered such an insult before and he hid in the toilet and cried several times that day.
If their newspaper could still turn a deaf ear to these letters, the calls their magazine received asking for updates made all the employees of the Peking Fiction News tremble with fear and feel uneasy.
Those who can afford to use the telephone these days are already privileged, in other words, they have a strong background. On the first day that The Rise of Dynasties stopped serialization, the identity of the person who called scared the operator, "I am Fu Kemao, Fu Fanlin is my father, where is the editor-in-chief of your newspaper? I want to talk to him."
Not many people in Beijing may know the name Fu Kemao, but everyone knows his father Fu Fanlin. Fu's bank has more than a dozen branches across the country, and is so rich that Fu Fanlin has become a guest of honor for warlords. After all, no one in this world wants to go against the money bag.
As a small newspaper company, they really cannot afford to offend the great Buddha Fu.
The editor-in-chief ran to answer the phone tremblingly, and heard Master Fu's impolite order on the phone: "Tell me Mr. Lin Zhongqi's address, I want to visit him!"
How dare the editor-in-chief tell this young master Mr. Lin's address? After all, they had signed a confidentiality agreement with Mr. Lin. Once they revealed Mr. Lin's private information, let alone whether Mr. Lin would sue them in court, it would cause them great financial losses if Mr. Lin switched "Dynasty Rise" to other newspapers. So he had to say a lot of nice things to coax this young master away. And this call from Mr. Fu was just the beginning.
In the next few days, the people who called their newspaper were more and more powerful. There was a socialite who was famous in the social circle of Peking, the son of a minister, a top socialite, and even a Green Gang boss in Shanghai called to inquire about the matter.
On the fourth day, when Xue Dashuai also called, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper called the editor-in-chief Wang Xiguan to his office and said solemnly: "I don't care what method you use, you must make Mr. Lin resume the serialization!"
Wang Xiguan hesitated, "But Mr. Lin is still ill, I'm afraid he is powerless!"
The editor-in-chief said firmly, "Then find another author to write for you! Ask the gentleman to dictate the subsequent plot development, and have someone imitate his writing style to continue writing. Anyway, there can be no more gaps in "The Rise of Dynasties"!" Thinking of what happened in the past few days, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear and muttered quietly, "If we don't resume the series, those bigwigs will tear down our newspaper."
It can be said that Wang Xiguan came to Li Jingran this time to file a complaint with the editor-in-chief. Although the author would rather pick peaches than write manuscripts after recovering from his illness made him vomit blood, at least this proved that the author had recovered from his illness and could continue to serialize his works, and their newspaper would not have to find other authors to write for him. If they were not really forced into a desperate situation, they would not have come up with the idea of ghostwriting, after all, how could the ghostwriting be as authentic as the author's own handwriting? And it would not sound good if this matter was spread out.
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"It's so boring." Fu Kemao lay listlessly on the table, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
Fu Fanlin shook the newspaper, glanced at his stupid son, and snorted, "If you're bored, go study. If you fail the exam again, I'll break your legs!"
Fu Kemao choked, stood up and glanced at his father with a sad look, and whispered: "Studying will only make you more boring, okay?"
After being glared at by his father, Fu Kemao shrank his neck, rolled his eyes, and suddenly a plan came to his mind. He clung to his father's arm and called out sweetly, "Daddy~"
Fu Fanlin felt a chill. He resisted the urge to hit his stupid son on the head (well, he was already stupid, what if I made him even stupider?), and scolded him with a stern face: "Speak human language!"
Fu Kemao withdrew his hand, and was as quiet as a chicken, whispering: "I want you to help me find Lin Zhongqi's address."
Of course, Fu Fanlin, the author who always talks about his son, has also heard about it. Ever since the serialization of "Rise of Dynasties" stopped, this idiot has been sighing every day. He thinks that if he dies one day, his son will behave in the same way.
“What’s the point of checking the author’s address?”
Fu Kemao said in a shocked voice: "I'm going to visit the patient!" Facing his father's suspicious eyes, he added in a low voice: "Well... whatever, just urge for an update."
Fu Fanlin finally couldn't help but rolled up the newspaper into a paper tube and hit his stupid son's head hard: "Fu Kemao, you have made it! It's someone's loss if you don't become a spy! I feed you, clothe you, and give you money, not for you to be a spy and harass authors! Why don't you write a few more words and read a few more pages of books in that time?!"
Fu Kemao ran around with his head in his hands.
Just as the father and son were in a panic, Fu Fanlin looked up and saw Fu Kemao's personal servant standing at the door stealthily and making eyes at Fu Kemao. He shouted angrily: "Zhang Shun! What secret signal are you giving your young master? Get in here!"
Almost at the moment Zhang Shun entered the room, he noticed the newspaper in his hand. He snatched it away and found it was indeed the "Peking Fiction Newspaper". He opened it and saw that it was indeed the resumption of serialization of "The Rise of Dynasties".
He glanced at Fu Fanlin, who stretched his neck and looked at the newspaper in his hand, and wondered why his hands were so itchy.
He closed the newspaper and said to Fu Fanlin calmly, "I'm going to the study to work. You're already this old, so you should reflect on yourself when you have nothing to do!"
Fu Kemao: "...Dad! Newspaper! My newspaper! Give it back to me first! I will go to study right after I finish reading "Rise of Dynasties"! Dad, Dad! Come back, Dad QAQ"
Fu Fanlin turned a deaf ear to his son's earnest call behind him. He walked quickly into the study, locked the door, and watched "Rise of Dynasties" to his heart's content.
The news of the resumption of serialization of "The Rise of Dynasties" made countless readers overjoyed, and they spread the news. Not only did it save many families from tragedies such as the fratricide between the father and son of the Fu family, but it also allowed many families to experience the joy of the Chinese New Year in advance.
As the author, Le Jing's mood was also extremely complicated at this time.
Because he had been ill for a few days, the editorial department of the Peking Fiction Newspaper had piled up countless letters from readers. Although Le Jing did not need to reply to each letter one by one, he still had to reply to a few to win over his fans.
This was also a routine job, Le Jing did not take it seriously, and he would reply to most of the letters with official phrases such as "Thank you for liking my novel" and "I am well now, don't worry about me". Then he opened a special letter from a reader.
The content of the letter was quite ordinary. It was just about caring about his health and asking him to take a good rest and not to rush to write. What was special was the identity of the writer.
The writer of the letter was the original body’s adopted brother, the biological son of stepmother Wang, Li Jingliang.
The author has something to say:
Le Jing: Some people are cannon fodder brothers who need to be slapped in the face, but secretly they are my fans (pointing and talking)
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