my scientific age

Chapter 45
Cooperating with Huangchenggen Bookstore, it is only a matter of time sooner or later that the math problem collection is pirated by the other party.

The copyright established during the Republic of China has certain binding force on large and medium-sized publishing institutions, but for the pirated printing workshops and private bookstores of Huangchenggen Bookstore, it is equivalent to the paper in the toilet.

In this era, people's awareness of safeguarding genuine rights is very weak, almost non-existent. Most people don't even feel that there is anything in pirated books, but feel that genuine books are too expensive.

As far as Yu Hua's math textbook is concerned, a genuine copy is four yuan, and a pirated three-in-one copy is only nine cents, and the price difference is 3.1 yuan.

This is the price of genuine books.

As for why not to find genuine bookstores and printing houses?

Even if they print at their own expense, other people's genuine bookstores have to review manuscripts, research and discuss, and the probability of being rejected is extremely high, and large and medium-sized printing houses even look down on Yu Hua's three melons and dates.

Pirates like Huangchenggen Bookstore are the only printing channels that Yu Hua can access at this stage.

"The matter about the set of wrong questions in mathematics has been decided for the time being, and there is no rush about the set of wrong questions in other subjects and similar teaching materials. At this stage, I still focus on improving my mathematics level, and I can't put the cart before the horse. After this period of time, I feel There is no problem with a score of about 85 in the math test. When I go back, I will ask Mr. Luo for a simulated math test paper and see how much I scored." After turning a corner, it was not far from Jinguo Hutong, and Yu Hua went straight to the direction of home. Think about it, make a decision.

Regarding the piracy of the title set, Yu Hua has no ability to solve it, and can only use the time difference to maximize profits.

In the future, I need a reliable helper to sell a set of wrong math problems. My family happens to have Xu Rui, a fellow from Sichuan Province, at home.

In a flash, three days have passed since the school started, and it is the tenth of the first lunar month. Taking advantage of the opportunity to go out this weekend, I will go home and have a look.

Ping'anli Street was bustling and bustling with people coming and going, and the street vendors shouted again and again. Just like in the past, Yu Hua was walking on the right side of the street, and the street in front was suddenly surrounded. Twenty or thirty people formed a circle, as if they were watching something lively.

what's the situation?
It is the nature of the people to watch the fun.

Yu Hua was no exception. Looking at the crowd in front of him, he was a little curious. He walked forward and came to the edge of the crowd.

I saw a delicate and elegant Buick car parked in the middle of the street. Two men dressed in Western costumes stood beside the car with indifferent faces. Both of them had square sanitary beards on the tip of their noses. The appearance of the situation.

A few meters in front of the front of the car, lay a woman in tattered clothes, unconscious, lying in a pool of blood, the left headlight position was stained with blood.

Next to the woman squatted a little girl, wearing a shabby jacket full of dirt and patches, with a thin body, her face blue with cold, her feet wrapped in gray cloth strips, and all five toes exposed.

The little girl squatting on the ground pushed the woman lying on the ground with both hands, trying to wake her up, but her strength was too weak to push at all. Then the little girl grabbed the woman's already cold right hand, shook it with difficulty, and said softly. Shouting: "Mother..."

The woman on the ground remained motionless, no matter how the little girl called.

"mother!"

The little girl's big eyes showed ignorance and confusion. She looked around, not knowing what happened to her mother, and her words were a little anxious. Her mother told her not to lie on the ground in winter, or she would freeze to death.

Looking at the little girl squatting next to the woman, the crowd gathered around sighed one after another. Many people turned their heads and couldn't bear to see the scene in front of them. They knew very well that the little girl's mother had been hit by a car and died. The little Japanese who drive will not be punished yet.

"Poor baby, my mother is gone."

"No, that little Japanese car drove so fast that it knocked people flying."

"It's really a sin, the little Japanese who drove the car didn't even apologize."

"Damn it, when will this day be counted?"

In the crowd, there were constant discussions, and a feeling of grief, anger and sadness pervaded the surroundings, and there was nowhere to release it.

"Uncle, dare to ask why the other party is so calm, aren't you afraid of being arrested by the patrolling police?" Yu Hua looked at the two Japanese who were indifferent and even disdain to speak, and then looked at the little boy on the ground who was calling his mother over and over again. The girl, her right hand couldn't help clenching tightly, and she couldn't help but speak out when she heard the whispers in her ears.

"Shh, be quiet. If you let those two Japanese people hear you, you don't want to live. You will be caught by the patrol police later. If you don't die, you have to take off your skin." The middle-aged uncle who just whispered secretly was startled. He quickly motioned Yu Hua to lower his voice, looked at Yu Hua dressed up as a student, his eyes softened a lot, and reminded carefully.

Yu Hua was stunned, but he didn't expect that his voice would be deliberately lowered. He took a deep breath and forcibly endured the grief and anger in his heart: "Uncle, isn't the other party afraid of the patrol police?"

"What are the patrolmen afraid of? Look at the license plate. There is a Japanese character on the front and a red math symbol on the back. This car belongs to the Japanese Embassy in Dongjiaomin Lane."

Hearing Yu Hua's question, the middle-aged uncle shook his head. Right when Yu Hua was a student, he didn't understand this common sense, so he sighed and pointed to the Buick license plate in the middle: "Wait for the patrol police to come, don't say bow your head and bow Have to be nice and be arrested? I'm afraid you and I are afraid of being arrested. This woman is dead for nothing."

Dongjiaomin Lane.

This place is the eternal pain in the hearts of Peiping people. The land is the land of Peiping, but the right of ownership does not belong to China.

Dongjiaomin Lane, officially called Embassy Street, Peking Embassy District, originated in 1840. After the Xin Chou Treaty, countries entered Peiping, forcibly occupied the Dongjiaomin Lane area, expelled the Chinese in the area, and did not allow the Chinese to live and set up government offices. Administrative power , management and ownership belong to the embassy, ​​China has no right to intervene, it can be called a country within a country.

The Chinese have no right to intervene in the car from Dongjiaomin Lane, and this is the reason why the other party is not worried.

"Dongjiaominxiang..." After listening to the middle-aged uncle's remarks, Yu Hua felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer in his chest. He felt a stagnation brewing in his heart. He wanted to do something, but found that he couldn't seem to do anything. Can only watch.

The middle-aged uncle sighed in a low voice: "This is China's slump. On our land, we hit and killed our people, and our patrolmen have to bow to the little Japan."

He has seen too many similar incidents like killing a Chinese with a car. He has seen too many, almost too many, but in the end there is only one.

In the past, it was the British who made a fortune, and later the countries all over the world made a fool of themselves. Now, the little Japan is riding on the head of China, pooping and peeing, and making a fortune.

The onlookers were still talking, and even though they were talking, their voices were deliberately lowered, and they didn't even dare to take responsibility for the two Japanese people standing next to the Buick, for fear of causing trouble.

This is not a concession, this is not Dongjiaominxiang, but it is even scarier than the above-mentioned places.

Because, only Chinese and dogs are not allowed to enter the lease, and Dongjiaominxiang prohibits unrelated people from entering, but here, two Japanese can be lawless, and there is no morality and law to restrain each other.

As for the reason?

Very simple, China is weak.

"Mother..." the little girl still called.

China is down.

Yu Hua gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, and his fists were angular. Looking at the two Japanese with calm faces, a trace of anger appeared in his eyes. He was not impulsive. Before he had enough strength, any impulsive behavior would appear weak.

Fist can't solve anything, but knowledge can!

After waiting for a while, the ** Anli Patrolman came soon. Sure enough, just as the middle-aged uncle said, after a team of patrolmen arrived at the scene, they understood what happened, checked the woman's condition, and confirmed the death.

It didn't take long for the two patrolmen, waving their batons, to drive away the crowd, clear the passage, and let the two Japanese drive away.

During the conversation, it was all friendly, many of whom were flattering. From killing the woman to driving away, the two Japanese did not say a word of apology.

The onlookers clenched their fists, and many people looked at the Buick car that was leaving quickly, showing hatred, but no one dared to do anything.

"It's gone, it's all gone, why are you still hanging around? Hurry up and disperse, this stick in my hand is not a vegetarian!" After finishing the matter, a policeman with a ferocious face glared at the crowd and waved baton, roaring to the surrounding crowd.

The surrounding crowd scolded the lackeys in their hearts and quickly dispersed. Yu Hua also retreated to the side of the street, and his eyes fell on the little girl who was still pushing the woman's body in the center of the street. After the patrol police left, they walked towards the center of the street.

Patrol officers are not responsible for collecting corpses. Someone else does this.

(End of this chapter)