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Chapter 157 Kong Zhengdao

The pattern of the starting point is the same as elsewhere: there are countless works, which can be read at any time.People who read books leave work in the afternoon and evening, and spend four cents each to buy a chapter—this happened more than ten years ago, and now each chapter costs ten cents—holding a mobile phone and computer to read, Read it in a few minutes; if you are willing to spend an extra [-] points, you can reward the author.But these readers are mostly short-clothed gangs, who only read but don't write.Only those who wear long gowns are both authors and readers.

Kong Zhengdao is a man who reads while standing and wears a long gown.He was tall and tall; his face was pale, and although he was wearing a long gown, it was dirty and torn, and it seemed that he hadn't mended or washed it for more than ten years.Because his surname is Kong, others took a nickname for him from the half-understandable words in Guanzi Lizheng that "the righteous way is abandoned and the evil things are growing", and it is called Kong Zhengdao.

As soon as Kong Zhengdao arrived at the store, all the readers looked at him and smiled, and some shouted, "Kong Zhengdao, you are an eunuch again!" He didn't answer, and they loudly shouted on purpose, "You don't have any order!" Save the manuscript! Why don’t you publish it?” Kong Zhengdao opened his eyes wide and said, “I’ve been writing for seven hours a day, and I can only write two chapters…” “Then can you explain the watery thing? Musu Su Chuan?" Kong Zhengdao blushed, and the veins on his forehead burst out, arguing, "Water... the novel should be interesting." Then there were incomprehensible words, what "this model worker" But there are four more chapters", "If you do this again, I will be an eunuch", which caused everyone to laugh: the store is full of happy atmosphere.

I heard people talk about it behind their backs, Kong Zhengdao used to write books, but it wasn't that his novels were uninterested and he didn't know how to make a living;Fortunately, there are so few people who spend money on the books written, so they barely update them for a bowl of food.

Kong Zhengdao drank half a bowl of wine, his red face gradually returned to normal, and others asked again, "Kong Zhengdao, do you really know how to read?" Kong Zhengdao looked at the person who asked him, showing a look of disdain to argue.They went on to say, "Why don't you even have half a reputation?" Kong Zhengdao immediately showed a depressed and restless look, and his face was covered with a layer of gray.

At these times, I can chime in and laugh, and the editor never blames.Kong Zhengdao knew he couldn't talk to them, so he had no choice but to talk to the children.Once he said to me, "Do you read novels?" I nodded slightly.He said, "Reading novels... I will test you. How do you write characters' personalities?" I thought, is an author who is just begging for money worthy of me?Then he turned his face away and ignored it.Kong Zhengdao waited for a long time, and said earnestly, "Can't write? ... I will teach you, remember! These things should be memorized. When you become an author in the future, you will need to use it when writing books." I thought to myself. The author is still far away, funny and impatient, and lazily replied, "Whoever wants you to teach, don't you have a character template? If you are determined to see a girl, you will accept something, just follow the script." Kong Zhengdao showed Looking extremely unhappy, he tapped the long nails of two fingers on the counter, shook his head and said, "People's hearts will change, what character starts and ends what character, how can it be half the same." I became more impatient, and walked away Far.Kong Zhengdao had just dipped his fingernails in the wine, and wanted to continue teaching on the cabinet, seeing that I was not enthusiastic, he sighed again, showing a very regretful look.

Kong Zhengdao made people happy in this way, but without him, readers will live like this.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the editor was slowly making up his mind, and suddenly said, "Kong Zhengdao hasn't been here for a long time. He still owes hundreds of chapters!" I also felt that he hadn't been here for a long time.A reader said, "Why did he come?... He has no money for food." The shopkeeper said, "Oh!" "He always writes books. This time, he was dizzy and wrote smaller Public. How many people spent money on that kind of article?" "What happened later?" "How? There was no one to pay attention to it, and some readers went to read and steal it." "What happened later?" "Then I had no money to eat and was hungry. A few days." "How about being hungry for a few days?" "How?... Who knows? Maybe he's an eunuch." The shopkeeper didn't ask any more questions, and still slowly counted the chapters he owed.

I haven't seen Kong Zhengdao for a long time.At the end of the year, the editor said, "Kong Zhengdao still owes hundreds of chapters!" At the Dragon Boat Festival of the next year, he said, "Kong Zhengdao still owes hundreds of chapters!" .

I haven't seen him until now—perhaps Kong Zhengdao is indeed an eunuch.

(End of this chapter)