In fact, Yang Jinglun felt both pain and happiness when he took a bus to Shanghai to watch the movie "Memoirs of a Famous Prostitute".
As a fan of the book, Yang Jinglun is of course looking forward to and excited to see his favorite work being adapted for the big screen, but at the same time he also feels a kind of tangled pain. Because the physical book of "Dynasty Rise" is on sale today!
This is when the advantage of having a good relationship with the author comes into play. While everyone was eagerly waiting for the publication of "Dynasty Rise", Yang Jinglun had already received the physical book from Le Jing. But even so, Yang Jinglun still wanted to stay and see the response that "Dynasty Rise" would cause after its publication.
To be honest, when he saw others praising "Rise of Dynasties" crazily in the newspapers, he was happier than being praised himself.
He said to himself, "I wonder how the sales of Dynasty Rise are today?"
Le Jing looked at him with amusement: "This should be something that Editor-in-Chief Wang and the others are worried about, right?"
Yang Jinglun was stunned for a rare moment, then suddenly realized: "Yes, "The Rise of Dynasties" is not produced by our newspaper!" At this point, he couldn't help but look at Le Jing with some resentment, and confirmed again: "Sir, besides Lin Zhongqi, you don't have any other pen names, right?"
"there is none left."
After a short pause, the train was about to arrive at Tianjin Station. When Le Jing and the others were about to get off the train, Yang Jinglun asked again, "Why didn't you publish "The Rise of Dynasties" in our newspaper?"
Le Jing looked at him silently and asked silently: What do you think?
Yang Jinglun smiled awkwardly and muttered quietly, "Things are different now. Now so many bigwigs have spoken out for your "Rise of Dynasties". Even if you serialize it in our "Literary Newspaper", no one will say anything... If it doesn't work out, our newspaper can open a special serial section for your novel, sir!"
Le Jing, the bachelor, said, "Why don't you fight the people from Peking Fiction Newspaper? If you win, you can serialize The Rise of a Dynasty."
Yang Jinglun touched his nose and said, "Sir, you are always joking. If it were really that simple, it would be fine." He looked at Le Jing seriously and said, "If you have new series in the future, no matter what style, please consider our Literary Newspaper."
Different newspapers have different audience positioning and functional positioning, but as commercial newspapers, profit is their main purpose. The huge profits created by "The Rise of Dynasties" made Yang Jinglun uncontrollably tempted, so he made this request.
Anyway, it was just a consideration, and what the result of the consideration would be was another matter, so Le Jing agreed readily.
The three got off the train at Tianjin Station, changed to another train to Nanjing Pukou, then took a boat across the Yangtze River from Nanjing Pukou, and then hired a rickshaw to Nanjing Railway Station, and took a train to Shanghai from Nanjing Railway Station.
It sounds complicated, right? Some people may ask, why not just take a train from Beijing to Shanghai?
The reason is simple.
Because there was no direct train from Beijing to Shanghai, Le Jing and his friends had to change trains several times to reach Shanghai. There were quite a few railways during the Republic of China, but they were often not connected to each other.
From Beijing to Tianjin, the journey would only take 30 minutes by high-speed rail in the future, but Le Jing and his friends took more than six hours by train. Le Jing estimated that they would have to travel day and night and it would take another day or two to reach Shanghai.
However, this is also a rare travel opportunity, so Le Jing specially asked for leave for Li Shuran, intending to take this opportunity to let her see the country from north to south.
…
Fu Kemao had been feeling restless all morning.
Today is the day when the physical book of "The Rise of Dynasties" is published. He sent his personal servant Zhang Shun out to buy the book early in the morning, but the servant has not returned yet after all morning!
He crossed his legs and began to wonder if something had happened to Zhang Shun or if Zhang Shun had lost the book and he was afraid to come back.
"Bang!" Fu Fanlin slammed the newspaper roll hard on his leg: "Stop shaking your legs! Are you a country idiot?!"
Fu Kemao put down his legs without saying anything and sat upright. He glanced at his father who was sitting calmly on the chair and couldn't help but complain in his heart: The old man is pretending to be serious again. He might be more anxious than he is, but he is just more cunning and better at acting.
Ever since he found his mysteriously missing newspaper clippings in his father's study last time, he knew that his father was just a hypocrite! Which decent person would steal the newspaper clippings that his son had worked so hard to save? !
Time passed by bit by bit in the anxious waiting, and the bright sun was hanging in the sky. Just when Fu Kemao couldn't help but send someone out to check the situation, Zhang Shun finally came back.
He wiped the sweat off his face while panting, and said breathlessly: "Master... I went to several nearby bookstores, but there was no book..."
Fu Kemao stood up in shock and asked in disbelief: "Didn't I ask you to buy books early in the morning???"
Zhang Shun took a few breaths and said with a wry smile, "Master, some people waited in front of the bookstore with their bedding last night. When I went there, there was a long line in front of the bookstore."
Fu Kemao felt proud that his favorite book was so popular, but at the same time he was worried that his favorite book was too popular.
He couldn't help but cast his eyes on Fu Fanlin, "Dad, can you contact the publishing house and ask them to send us two books?"
Fu Fanlin glared at him, "You kid..."
Fu Kemao reflexively shrank his neck and said quickly, "I'm sorry, just pretend I didn't do anything..."
"It's rare to come up with a reliable idea." Fu Fanlin stood up slowly, "I remember receiving a business card from the president of the Peking Publishing House at a banquet not long ago. His phone number should be on it..."
“啊啊啊老爹我真是爱死了你了！”傅柯茂兴奋地一把抱住了傅帆林用力亲了一口，然后就被傅帆林揍了。
"Speak properly! Don't learn the foreigners' tricks! Isn't it disgusting for grown men to talk to each other?!"
Fu Kemao covered his head and laughed foolishly. Even though he was scolded by his father, he felt sweet in his heart. He didn't expect that his father would be willing to use his favor for "Dynasty Rise"! You know, his father taught him since he was a child that he would rather owe money than owe favors. But when you think about it, the object for which his father made an exception is "Dynasty Rise", it's not surprising at all.
With the president of the Peking Publishing House in charge, efficiency was naturally very fast. In the evening, two hardcover copies of "The Rise of Dynasties" were delivered to Fu's house.
Fu Kemao happily took the book from Fu Fanlin and felt refreshed when he smelled the rich scent of ink emanating from the book.
Moreover, these two books are different from the books currently circulating on the market!
The hardcover version of The Rise of Dynasties not only has the author's autograph, but also comes with an exquisite book cover and illustrations! When Fu Kemao was flipping through the book and admiring the illustrations with relish, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ears.
"Ouch! It hurts!" Fu Kemao looked up at Fu Fanlin who was pulling his ear in surprise and grievance, "Dad! What are you doing?!"
Fu Fanlin snorted coldly, squinting his eyes and looking at him unkindly: "Tell me the truth, how did you get to know Mr. Lin Zhongqi?"
"Ah?" Fu Kemao looked at Fu Fanlin with a dazed look on his face, almost doubting whether he had forgotten to wear ears when he went out.
"I'm asking you a question, don't play dumb!" Fu Fanlin said angrily, "Fu Kemao, I'm telling you, if you don't explain this matter clearly, we're not done!"
After a chaotic and confusing conversation, Fu Kemao finally figured out that the problem came from the preface of "The Rise of Dynasties".
Unlike Fu Kemao, Fu Fanlin, as an old-school cultural person, would naturally read the preface written by the author carefully to show his respect, and then he saw a familiar name.
Lin Zhongqi said in the preface that he recently heard that a student from Luming Middle School not only founded a street children aid association, but also opened an orphanage to accommodate street children with his own money. He felt that this boy was so concerned about the country and the people at such a young age, which was worthy of praise and learning. At the end of the article, he said that China has such a young hero, so why worry about the country's prosperity?
That’s right, the student’s name was Fu Kemao.
Fu Fanlin looked at his son's silly face, which looked like he hadn't woken up yet. He couldn't see the young hero that Mr. Lin Zhongqi had described. If all the young heroes in China were this stupid, then China would be finished sooner or later.
After reading the preface, Fu Kemao looked dazed, as if she was a concubine who had been banished to the cold palace for many years and was suddenly flattered by the emperor.
Lin Zhongqi praised him!
Lin Zhongqi praised him as a young hero!
His reputation has become so famous that even Lin Zhongqi has heard of it!
He arrogantly slapped away the old man's big hand that was pinching his face: "Be polite to the young hero! After all, the future of China depends on me!"
Fu Fanlin: ???
"You're getting really brave, kid!" A loud shout rang out from above Fu's residence: "If I don't beat you to death, I'll take your last name!"
"Wow! Dad! We have the same last name... Stop hitting me, wuwuwu, I was wrong..."
Le Jing, who was far away on the train, naturally had no idea about the little commotion in Fu's house. At this time, he was on a train to Nanjing.
It was a rare opportunity to travel far, so Le Jing decided to take the opportunity to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the Republic of China. At least, he should not let the money for the train ticket go to waste. The total amount of train tickets for the three of them was 147 yuan, which was equivalent to the purchasing power of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan in later generations.
So Le Jing deliberately slowed down his pace this time, playing while traveling, and the trip was extended several times. They ate, drank and had fun in Nanjing for two or three days, and tasted salted duck before boarding a ship across the Yangtze River. Their next stop was Nanjing Railway Station.
The ship was crowded with people from all walks of life. Li Shuran was a girl after all, so Le Jing bought her a first-class ticket for one person. Le Jing and Yang Jinglun, two grown men, were not so particular and stayed in the third-class cabin with eight people.
One of the men with glasses looked tall and thin. He carried a large woven bag with him, and from the shape of it, it seemed to be filled with books.
Yang Jinglun couldn't help but sigh: "This brother is really a studious person. Where are you going to study?"
"No, no, you misunderstood. I brought these books for others." The man smiled and waved his hand, opening the woven bag for them to take a look. "From your accent, you are from Peking, right? Then you must know "The Rise of Dynasties"? These books are not only very popular in Peking, but many newspapers in Shanghai have also reprinted this article!"
"So after The Rise of Dynasties was published in Peking, many of my friends in Shanghai asked me to bring them a copy." The man still felt a little scared when he recalled the scene of thousands of people in Peking asking for books that day: "I ran to several bookstores to get these books. Fortunately, I went to the bookstore to queue up to buy books before dawn, otherwise when I arrived in Shanghai, I would definitely be scolded by my friends who didn't have books!"
The young man was actually the Republic of China version of a human purchasing agent.
The author has something to say:
Train tickets during the Republic of China were really expensive, super expensive. Only rich people could travel at that time...
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