Chapter 145: Suppressed for Too Long
"Hello, Mr. Tao? When will your manuscript be delivered? This issue of the magazine will be printed soon. Who said I was going to go bankrupt?"
"Boss Tong, how can you tell the author that I'm going bankrupt? You'll get the money, and I'll give it to you before the 15th. What? Tomorrow? Don't mess with me anymore~~~"
"Amu, I haven't come out to eat for a long time. I don't need to borrow money tonight."
Pei Wencong didn't even have lunch before he started contacting the next issue of the magazine. The result was not optimistic.
Friends who used to be nice to me have suddenly changed their attitude and become ruthless and snobbish.
The author who had been contracted to write for a long time wanted to change jobs, the printing factory was asking for payment of the money owed to him, and his good friend of many years was hiding from him. Pei Wencong was extremely anxious.
This is like playing cards with someone. You have a good hand, but you don’t have the money to call the bet, and you are forced to fold and admit defeat by your opponent.
Pei Wencong made many phone calls but got nothing in the end.
I flipped through the address book twice, and finally let go of the phone with my hand helplessly.
Pei Wencong opened the window and wanted to take a breath, but after he opened the curtains, the cramped outer wall of the building ten meters away made him feel even more depressed.
There was a winding crack in the cement on the outer wall, just like a big mouth, laughing at Pei Wencong, the loser.
Pei Wencong stared at the cement crack for a long time, and then smiled miserably.
Once upon a time, Pei Wencong also fantasized that one day, he would open the window and see the unparalleled sea view outside.
He turned around and saw his beautiful wife and lovely children.
But after thirty years of hard work, it seemed like I was back to the starting point, back to my childhood, huddled in that shack with my mother and sister, with nothing.
Pei Wencong is very smart. The fact that a child from a poor family can be admitted to the University of Hong Kong can fully prove that his IQ is beyond that of ordinary people.
There was a moment when he thought that with his wisdom and hard work, he could be the second Li Chaoren.
But after graduating and entering the society, he realized that there was no such a wide upward channel in Hong Kong Island. A group of big crocodiles had filled up the small pond.
The fish in the pond are all food for the big crocodile. It can squeeze all the fish to death by just moving its claws or flicking its tail.
Small shrimps like Pei Wencong either obediently serve as nutrients for the big crocodiles, or go to the mud at the bottom and slowly rot.
After working hard for several years, Pei Wencong finally gave up and mortgaged his family's only house and everything he had to open this magazine.
No matter how hard or difficult it is, I will endure it and give my family a good life.
My sister is now attending a private high school and doing very well in school. Whenever my mother meets up with old friends, she will proudly say, "My son Acong has a car and a house, and he's a boss."
But today
I never thought that the glamorous appearance he had always maintained was so exposed.
Then why are you still holding on?
At worst, I’ll go bankrupt and sell my life to a big shark!
Pei Wencong exhaled a breath of suppressed turbid air, cheered himself up, and clenched his fists.
"Aqiang, Aqiang, go contact Brother Nan and ask him to sell my Corolla! Speak politely and don't let him lower the price too much, Aqiang, Aqiang."
Pei Wencong shouted several times, but his editor and reporter Aqiang did not respond.
He couldn't help but walk over and pry open Aqiang's arms to see if he was drawing some erotic comics again.
This thing does have a market, but Aqiang's aesthetic taste is different from that of the general public. What he thinks are erotic scenes are really eye-catching to Pei Wencong.
But this time Aqiang was not drawing comics, but was writing a novel.
"Didn't I ask Amin to translate the simplified Chinese characters? Why are you writing here if you're not working on the layout for the next issue of the magazine?"
Ah Qiang came to his senses and blurted out, "I want to write a historical novel, too."
He turned around excitedly and said to Pei Wencong: "I now know that our ancestors were so powerful.
Not only can they easily defeat the Chrysanthemum Country, they can also order the foreigners to work hard for us."
Aqiang talked a lot, his words were incoherent, but he was very excited and sincere.
The opening chapter of "The North Wind Flying" describes a foreign legion under the Western Regions Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty - the Xiliang Legion. Its leader is the Tang man Li Tianlang, and his subordinates include not only the backbone Tang people, but also many "barbarians" who are obediently subject to him.
In addition, the beginning of the novel casually describes how the Chrysanthemum Kingdom, with all its national strength, was defeated by an elite force of the Tang Dynasty.
With just a few thousand words of description, the image of a powerful empire comes to life on paper.
“.”
Pei Wencong listened to Aqiang patiently, then patted Aqiang on the shoulder and said, "The Chrysanthemum is very powerful now. Those people are not foreigners, they are the current affiliated republics of Su E."
Ah Qiang said confidently: "Winning is winning. And Su E people are not ghosts, right?"
Pei Wencong was speechless. He understood Aqiang's mood at the moment because he had been so paranoid before.
It has been suppressed for too long, and the people at the bottom have been suppressed for too long.
Many people hate themselves for not being born with blond hair.
But now when Aqiang watched "The North Wind Flying", he suddenly had a feeling that "it turns out that my ancestors were also rich."
What makes this book "North Wind Flying" different from martial arts novels is that its protagonist is not actually a person, but a powerful, brutal and proud empire.
The Tang Empire, which dared to confront the powerful Arab Empire at that time with only the strength of the Anxi Protectorate.
How could Ah Qiang, who had seen all the world's powers in Hong Kong, not love such a great ancestor?
Pei Wencong had a similar feeling after reading it, but he valued the commercial value of this novel more.
"Boss, no one has ever written a novel like this," Ah Qiang said, like a lottery player holding a lottery ticket in his hand: "I can write it too. When I become a writer like Jin Ni, I can do it too."
"You can write after get off work, but you should work for me during work."
Pei Wencong patted Aqiang's head and said, "Go contact Brother Nan now and sell the car to him. Just tell him that I want to change the car. Don't say that you are waiting for money!"
Pei Wencong did not dampen Aqiang's enthusiasm, but he just didn't allow him to slack off at work.
He knew that historical novels like this were indeed a new direction and would be popular in Hong Kong Island, but this kind of novel was not easy to write. Ah Qiang dropped out of junior high school and there was too much historical knowledge that Ah Qiang had never been exposed to.
But even if he goes to high school or university, he may not be able to learn this historical knowledge, and Hong Kong Island may not have the corresponding historical materials, so Aqiang just needs to be happy.
After A Qiang went out with a pout, Pei Wencong personally arranged the layout of the next issue. "Shuo Feng Fei Yang" would undoubtedly be on the front page, and the author's title would be written as a senior professor and writer!
After finishing all the trivial tasks, Pei Wencong was ready to do the most important thing.
He picked up the phone and asked the operator to connect a long-distance call to the inland island city.
In 1983, if you wanted to make a phone call from Hong Kong to the mainland, you would have to go through countless transfers and wait for a long time.
During the waiting time, Pei Wencong adjusted his mood, so when the call was connected, he was no longer a frustrated person who was one step away from failure, but a wealthy "big businessman".
"Hello, I'm from Talang Literature Publishing House. I want to talk to you about the copyright of "North Wind Flying". Of course, I have to pay in Hong Kong dollars, but US dollars are also acceptable~~~"
. . . . . . .
Li Ye ran briskly on the path beside Weiming Lake. When passing by the martial arts club, he did not forget to glance at He Dazhuang a few more times.
He Dazhuang is in good physical condition and he seems to have been training very hard these days. Regardless of how his moves are, at least he has mastered his talking skills.
"Hey~~ha~~"
In his previous life, Li Ye had seen a video of a young lady practicing Southern Kung Fu. She was as powerful as a tiger, and her voice was so loud that it could shake three miles away. Now, He Dazhuang seemed to have acquired some of that skill.
When He Dazhuang saw Li Ye running towards him, he exhaled and roared "Hey Ha", quite like an angry Tibetan mastiff about to pounce.
Li Ye hurriedly sped up and left, so as not to irritate him and make him get a stitch in the side while practicing.
Seeing Li Ye speeding up, He Dazhuang practiced even harder, laughing happily.
. . . . . .
In his spare time, Li Ye was writing the manuscript quickly. Ever since Tian Leyu said the day before yesterday that he wanted to earn proofreading fees, Li Ye sped up the progress to prepare for subsequent important plans.
As for the other students, some were studying hard, while others were discussing issues lively.
When we went from high school to Kyoto University's world economics major, it was as if we suddenly understood the world outside the door and had some vague ideas about some of the world's major trends.
For example, the just-concluded Falklands War and the Fifth Middle East War are the hottest topics.
But today, almost everyone was attracted by He Dazhuang.
"I'm telling you, I've found a famous teacher this time. Qiao Tiansheng from our club is the authentic successor of Hu Jiannan Quan.
One time when he was walking home from school, he saw senior students bullying other kids, and he beat up eight of them with his bare hands.”
“Oh~~”
There was a cry of surprise in the classroom, which startled Li Ye who was concentrating on writing a novel.
Li Ye was a little confused. Why were they all college students but still lacked the basic ability to distinguish?
One against eight?
I'm going to get a stick, okay?
However, when Li Ye thought about his previous life when he was twenty years old, he seemed to understand the reactions of his classmates.
Twenty-year-old kids still have a strong admiration for fighting strength. Boys all fantasize that they can beat ten people by themselves, although that is basically impossible.
This situation was also very common in the 1980s because information was too blocked.
For example, the famous Haizi was once obsessed with qigong and kung fu, and fantasized about becoming One Punch Man.
However, after Li Ye entered society in his previous life, this fantasy turned into "winning the lottery" and "being rich, white and beautiful".
“.”
The same goes for the students in the classroom. In a few years at most, they will sneer at He Dazhuang's topics.
Because they are highly intelligent and will soon understand that in the face of power and wealth, force is nothing, not to mention it! It is just a life-saving skill just in case.
"Li Ye, Brother Yi."
Sun Xianjin quietly moved to Li Ye's side and touched Li Ye anxiously.
Li Ye stopped writing and asked, "What's wrong, little brother?"
Sun Xianjin is the only student in the class who is younger than Li Ye, so Li Ye usually calls him "little brother". Anyway, that's what everyone in their group calls him.
Sun Xianjin said nervously: "He Dazhuang has become a disciple, why aren't you anxious at all?"
Li Ye asked curiously, "Why should I be anxious? What does his worshipping as a master have to do with me?"
Sun Xianjin's expression twisted for a moment, and he said, "Didn't you understand what he meant? Is he going to seek revenge on you after he has trained well?"
“Heh~~”
Li Ye smiled and said nothing.
As for martial arts, it really takes a lot of effort. Not to mention three or two months, even if it's three or two years, you may not be able to master it without a master to show you the ropes.
If He Dazhuang practiced martial arts first, laid a solid foundation and then switched to Sanda, and honed his skills in actual combat for a period of time, he would be quite impressive.
After all, martial arts is a very good means of physical training, and He Dazhuang is big enough, so he also has some talent.
However, Shenzhou's Sanda project was only launched in 1979 and is still in the exploratory and improvement stage. It is unlikely that He Dazhuang will have the opportunity to have a lot of actual combat opportunities.
"My master said that I am very talented and will be able to enter the master's room in one year at most."
He Dazhuang looked at Li Ye with full confidence, but Li Ye's indifference made him very uncomfortable.
He has been practicing for several weeks and feels that he has learned a lot of fighting skills. It would be great if Li Ye took the initiative to provoke him now.
"Bang~"
The door of the classroom opened, but the person who came in was not the teacher, but the head teacher Mu Yuning.
Everyone looked at Mu Yuning, except Li Ye who was concentrating on writing.
A word costs several cents! He won't respond unless you mention his name. No one should interfere with my earning money.
"Li Ye, get ready this afternoon for your initiation ceremony."
"What?"
"What?"
Mu Yuning's announcement surprised many people in the classroom.
Li Ye was stunned for a moment and guessed what was going on.
But others can't guess it.
For example, He Dazhuang and others. Although Li Ye can chat and laugh with many classmates, his various behaviors make him a typical backward element!
Class monitor Zhen Rongrong was also quite strange. She had been sorting out Li Ye's "advantage information" these days, and planned to report Li Ye's "excellent performance" to the class teacher Mu Yuning after the sports meet, and recommend him to join the group as an introducer!
After Mu Yuning finished speaking, he walked over to Li Ye and said coldly, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you write an application to join the group?"
“Oh~”
Li Ye quickly put away the manuscript of his novel, took out a piece of letter paper and began to write an application to join the group.
Everyone around was stunned.
The joining ceremony will be held this afternoon, and you haven't written your application yet!
Is that reasonable?
Li Ye quickly wrote several hundred words and finished the application without pausing in one breath, which made Mu Yuning very satisfied.
She thought Li Ye had already written it countless times in his mind, but in fact, Li Ye copied the application for joining the party from his previous life from the biological hard drive.
Mu Yuning took it, glanced at it, picked up Li Ye's pen, and signed his name.
"We need another person to introduce us to the group. Who will you choose?"
Li Ye turned his head and looked at Sun Xianjin, who quickly nodded in agreement.
The two of them lived in the dormitory of the Department of Mathematics and could be considered the closest pair of brothers in the class.
But Zhen Rongrong, who was not far away, felt lost.
After solving the problem of the introducer, Mu Yuning went to arrange for the class league committee to cooperate. When all the problems were solved, Mu Yuning noticed He Dazhuang's depressed expression.
So she took out a notice and handed it to Zhen Rongrong and others.
"Circulate it in class, and don't make it too public."
Zhen Rongrong took it and looked at it, she was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.
This is a notice of "heroic acts", which clearly states that Li Ye and two righteous citizens showed no fear in the face of a vicious force of 27 people and rescued three Beijing citizens.
Just based on this notification, you meet the requirements for joining the group on the front line.
After Mu Yuning left, Zhen Rongrong and others had not yet calmed down.
A class member couldn't help but ask, "Who's better, Li Ye or that Southern Fist heir?"
Sun Xianjin said immediately: "Need I say more? Thirty-nine equals twenty-seven, and one person gets nine, which is one more than eight!"
(End of this chapter)
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