After that, An Jingzhi never heard from Zhang Tingyou again.
"This business is getting harder and harder." Xie Yingfeng complained a little as soon as he got home.
In recent years, wars have become more frequent, chaos has occurred everywhere, and business has been getting worse year by year.
"Our textile factory is lucky to have Jingzhi helping to look after it. Many other factories have been forced to close down."
In recent years, the government has imposed more and more rules. You can’t sell here, you can’t take business there, and you can’t sell to islanders. They can understand that, but why can’t they even sell to their own people?
"I really don't understand what the people in power are thinking. With the country in crisis, they still have time for these twists and turns."
Er Niang interrupted her without hesitation, "Sister, be careful with your words. Walls have ears."
Xie Yingfeng's expression was stern, "I understand."
I still feel a little regretful that I have to give up the business in that large area.
"Auntie and Second Auntie, I'm thinking about whether we should move to another place. I rented a villa in France, which I used to store antiques. I moved all the antiques to the basement, and now we can live up there." An Jingzhi asked.
The old lady asked, "Why do you want to move out of the blue?" This house was bought by the three sisters and decorated brick by brick with their own hands. No one could accept being asked to move out of the blue.
Er Niang seemed to be lost in thought. "Is the situation going to get chaotic again?"
If this is true, it would naturally be safer to move to the place under the control of the French ambassador who is in business partnership with their family.
But looking at this distant view, I felt reluctant to leave.
Although An Jingzhi didn't want to admit it, it was the fact that the war in this small world was progressing faster, which probably meant that the war would end sooner. If that was the case, it would be a good thing.
"With the rise in international oil prices, various special metals are becoming unavailable."
"These things are all related to the war. Why are they in short supply? Because someone bought them out."
Spend a little money to increase capital to get a bigger piece of the pie.
"But it's a concession after all. If we move in, won't we be under the control of those foreigners?"
Although they themselves are not good people, they are of the same blood after all. The old lady felt a little uncomfortable when she thought about being controlled by those foreigners in the future.
"Then do we have to move the newspaper office in there as well?" Sanniang asked.
"The newspaper office doesn't need to be moved, and the textile factory doesn't need to be moved. Our family can just move in. We can just take time out every day to visit these two factories." An Jingzhi explained.
If we really want to move so many people in, there isn't enough space to accommodate them.
The three of them were very convinced of An Jingzhi's view on the war situation. Although they were reluctant, they had no choice but to start preparing to move. They did not plan to sell the house, so they would leave it here and let the workers in the factory help look after it.
The popular novels published by An Jingzhi in newspapers also changed their style, focusing on family and country feelings.
The number of patriotic articles he wrote gradually increased, and he occasionally wrote about economics. He never touched on anything related to war again. He no longer needed to write in the following form, and anyone with eyes could see it.
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"Newspaper seller! Traitor Lu Linping was assassinated! The hero left his name behind, Duan Sandao!"
"Newspaper seller! Traitor Lu Linping was assassinated! The hero left his name behind, Duan Sandao!"
The newsboy hawking his newspapers on the street soon attracted the attention of the Chinese people. People stopped the newsboy in groups of three or four and bought a newspaper.
"Good! He deserves it!" Some people applauded when seeing the traitor Lu Linping lying in a pool of blood in the newspaper.
"What a great guy! Duan Sandao is a hero!"
Those who bought the newspapers gathered in twos and threes, "Have you noticed that since Mr. Shanhe's novel was published, the number of people who want to assassinate traitors has increased."
"Of course not. On the day when the story of Wu Guozhong's death in defending the city came out, five incidents of traitors being assassinated occurred." Someone raised five fingers.
"I think everyone's passion has been stirred by Mr. Shanhe's novels."
"If I didn't know anything about guns and military affairs, I would really want to kill one of them."
Today, the Magic City is no longer ruled by the national government, but by the group of dwarf islanders whom they look down upon.
No one expected that they could repel the enemy a few years ago, but when they came again a few years later, they could only be beaten back step by step and finally lost their place.
"We can all guess what's going on. Do you think those islanders will cause trouble for Mr. Shanhe?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Since Mr. Shanhe dares to write these articles, he shouldn't be afraid of others causing trouble. What's more, Mr. Shanhe has a good relationship with the ambassador of France. I heard that the two of them even cooperated to sell books."
"Our Mr. Shanhe is really bringing honor to the Chinese people. A few years ago, I saw a newspaper report that the Queen of England wanted to invite our Mr. Shanhe, but unfortunately, Mr. Shanhe refused because the journey was too long and he didn't want to leave his hometown."
The protagonist mentioned by several people was indeed found by someone.
But they came to him not to criticize him for the newspaper incident, but for something else.
What does it have to do with him if those people want to kill traitors? Do they want to kill traitors after reading his novels? Even if they don't read his novels, no one would want to kill traitors, right?
Anyway, he thought he hadn't revealed anything. As long as he didn't do anything out of line, with his reputation, he wasn't afraid that these people would dare to do anything blatantly.
"Mr. An, I'm here to buy some of your collection. I've heard that Mr. An's antiques account for almost half of all the antiques in the Magic City."
"Of course, I won't let Mr. An down on the price." A Japanese man sitting opposite him spoke fluent Chinese and looked polite and courteous.
"I'm sorry, I have no intention of selling those collections."
"Mr. An, there's no need to rush to refuse. I came here just to say hello. Think about it carefully." He glanced at An Jingzhi meaningfully. "With so many assassination attempts happening, Mr. An, you can't be unaware of this, right?"
"I know," An Jingzhi looked at him calmly. "I heard it was because my article aroused their patriotic feelings. There's nothing we can do about it. Some traitors went too far and angered the people. It has little to do with my article, right?"
"Mr. An, it's not up to you to decide whether it's a big deal or not."
"I come to your door with sincerity this time, Mr. An, I'll take my leave first." The other party stood up, bowed deeply, straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, turned around and walked out.
After the others left, Xu Ergou said angrily, "I knew these dwarfs had no good intentions."
"Can someone else blame you for assassinating a traitor? It seems they are just looking for trouble."
"Ultimately, it's all Wan Rongbao and that guy surnamed Lin's fault. If they hadn't caused those incidents back then, no one would have known that you had collected so many antiques, and now you're being targeted."
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