That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 145: It’s been suppressed for too long
"Hey, Mr. Tao? When will your manuscript be delivered? This issue of the magazine will be printed soon. Who said I'm going to go bankrupt?"

"Boss Tong, how can you tell the author that I am going to go bankrupt? Money is indispensable to you, and I will give it to you before NO.15. What? Tomorrow? Don't mess with me anymore~~~"

"Amu, I haven't eaten out for a long time. I don't want to borrow money for you tonight."

Pei Wencong didn't even have lunch, so he started to contact us about the printing of the next issue of the magazine. The result was that the situation was not optimistic.
Friends who were nice to each other before have suddenly changed their expressions, becoming ruthless and snobbish.

The author who had been contracted for a long time wanted to change jobs, the printing company demanded payment, and his long-time friend disappeared. But Pei Wencong was so anxious that he got angry.

It's like playing cards with someone, and you obviously got a good set of cards, but you don't have the money to call, and you have to be forced by your opponent to fold your cards and admit defeat.

Pei Wencong made many calls but found nothing.

I flipped through the address book twice, and finally put down the hand holding the phone weakly.

Pei Wencong opened the window and wanted to take a breath. After opening the curtains, he saw the cramped exterior wall of the building ten meters away, which made his heart even more depressed.

There is a winding crack in the cement on the outer wall, like a big mouth, opened to laugh at Pei Wencong, the street boy.

Pei Wencong stared at the cement cracks intently, and after a long time, he smiled miserably.

Once upon a time, Pei Wencong was also dreaming that one day, he would open the window and see the incomparable sea view outside.

When he looked back, he saw his beautiful wife and lovely children.

But after 30 years of hard work, in the end, it seemed that I was back to the starting point, as if I was back to the days when I was a child, huddled in that shack with my mother and sister, and had 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 completely prove that his IQ is beyond ordinary people.

For a moment, he thought that with his own wisdom and hard work, he could be second to Li Chaoren.

But since graduating and entering society, he has realized that there are no longer such wide ascending channels on Hong Kong Island. A group of large crocodiles have filled the small pond.

The fish in the pond are all food for the big crocodile. If you just move your paws or flick your tail, you can squeeze all the fish to death.
Small shrimps like Pei Wencong can either be used as nutrients for predators, or they can go to the mud at the bottom and slowly rot away.

After working hard for several years, Pei Wencong finally refused to give in. He put down his only house and everything he owned to open this magazine.

No matter how hard it is, teeth are broken and blood is swallowed, so that the family can live a good life.

Now my sister is attending a private high school and her academic performance is very good. When her mother gets together with her old friends, she will proudly say, "My Cong has a car and a house, and he is the boss."

But today
He never thought that the bright appearance he had been trying to maintain would be so vulnerable.

So what are you trying to hold on to?

The worst case scenario is that it will go bankrupt and be sold to predators for the rest of its life!
Pei Wencong exhaled a breath of suppressed breath, cheered up, and clenched his fists.

"Aqiang, Aqiang, please contact Brother Nan and sell my Corolla! Be polite and don't let him lower the price too much. Aqiang, Aqiang."

Pei Wencong shouted several times in succession, but his editor and reporter Aqiang did not respond.

He couldn't help but walked over and opened Aqiang's arms to see if he was drawing a sideways Fengyue comic again.

There is indeed a market for this stuff, but Aqiang's aesthetics are different from those of the public. Pei Wencong's eyesight is really irritating when he thinks of his sexy pictures.

But this time Aqiang did not draw comics, but wrote novels vigorously.

"Didn't I ask Amin to translate the simplified Chinese characters? If you don't work on the layout of the next issue of the magazine, what are you going to write here?"

Aqiang woke up and blurted out: "I also want to write a historical novel."

He turned his head excitedly and said to Pei Wencong: "I know now that our ancestors are so powerful.
Not only can they defeat the Chrysanthemum Kingdom at will, they can also command the ghost guys to work hard for us."

Aqiang talked a lot in a nonchalant manner, his words inconsistent with what he said, but he was very excited and sincere.

The opening chapter of "Shuo Feng Fei Yang" describes a foreign regiment under the Western Regions Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty, the Xiliang Regiment. The leader is Li Tianlang, a native of the Tang Dynasty. In addition to the backbone of his subordinates, who are from the Tang Dynasty, there are also many obedient vassals. "Barbarian".

In addition, the opening chapter of the novel also casually describes the Chrysanthemum Kingdom's overwhelming power, but was defeated by an elite force of the Tang Dynasty.

Just a few thousand words of description is like making the image of a powerful empire appear on the page.

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Pei Wencong listened patiently to what A Qiang had to say, then patted A Qiang on the shoulder and said: "Chrysanthemum is very powerful now. Those people are not ghosts, they are Su E's current republic."

Aqiang said confidently: "If you win, you win. And the people from Su'e are not ghosts?"

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 why they were not born with yellow hair.

But now, when Ah Qiang suddenly watched "The Flying Wind", he suddenly felt like "It turns out that my ancestors were also rich."

The difference between "Shuo Feng Fei Yang" and martial arts novels is that its protagonist is not actually a person, but a powerful, arrogant, and proud empire.

A Tang Empire that only relied on the power of the Anxi Protectorate to challenge the tyrannical Dashi Empire at that time.

Ah Qiang, who has seen all the world's great powers in Hong Kong, why wouldn't he 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 written this kind of novel," Aqiang 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 too."

"You can write after get off work, and work for me when you get off work,"

Pei Wencong patted Aqiang on the head and said: "Now quickly contact Brother Nan and sell him the car. Just say that I want to change the car, don't wait for the money!"

Pei Wencong did not dampen Aqiang's enthusiasm, but did not allow him to fish at work.

He knows that historical novels like this are indeed a new direction and can become popular in Hong Kong Island, but this kind of novel is not easy to write. Aqiang dropped out of junior high school. There is so much historical knowledge that Aqiang has not touched. Pass,

But even if he goes to high school or college, he may not be able to learn this historical knowledge, and Hong Kong Island may not have corresponding historical information, so Aqiang is just happy.

After Aqiang went out with his lips curled up, Pei Wencong personally arranged the layout of the next issue. "Shuo Feng Fei Yang" will undoubtedly be on the front page. The author's name should be senior professor writer!
After finishing all the trivial matters, Pei Wencong was ready to do the most important thing.

He picked up the phone and asked the operator to connect the long distance call to the mainland island city.

In 82, if you made a call from Hong Kong Island to the mainland, you didn't know how many times you had to be transferred and how long you had to wait.

During the waiting time, Pei Wencong adjusted his emotions, so when the call was connected, he was no longer a frustrated person who was one step away from hitting the street, but a "big businessman" with deep pockets.

"Hello, I am Talang Literary Publishing House. I want to talk to you about the copyright of "Shuofeng Feiyang". Of course, you have to pay in Hong Kong dollars, but you can also pay in US dollars~~~"

. . . . . . .

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 practiced hard these days. Not to mention how well he has practiced his moves, at least he has mastered his verbal skills.

"Hey~~ha~~"

In his last life, Li Ye saw a video of a young lady practicing Nanquan. It was so powerful and powerful that it shook three miles away. Now He Dazhuang seems to have gained a third-level appearance.

When He Dazhuang saw Li Ye running over, he exhaled and roared "Hey ha", quite like an angry Tibetan mastiff about to pounce.

Li Ye quickly sped away to avoid irritating him and letting him practice Qi Qi.

Seeing Li Ye speeding up and running away, He Dazhuang practiced even more vigorously, laughing and joking with joy.

. . . . . .

In his spare time, Li Ye was writing a manuscript quickly. Ever since Tianwen Leyu said he wanted to earn proofreading fees, Li Ye had accelerated his progress to prepare for important follow-up plans.

As for the other students, some were busy reading, while others were discussing issues lively.When everyone graduated from high school to majoring in world economics at Beijing University, it was as if they suddenly understood the world outside the door and had ignorant ideas about some world trends.

For example, the just-ended Falklands War, the Fifth Middle East War, etc. are all the hottest topics.

But today, almost everyone was attracted by He Dazhuang.

"Let me tell you, I have learned from a famous teacher this time. Qiao Tiansheng from our club is the authentic successor of Hu Jiannan Boxing.
Once when he came home from school, he encountered senior students bullying children, and he knocked down eight of them with his bare hands."

"Oh~~"

There were exclamations in the classroom, startling Li Ye who was concentrating on writing a novel.

Li Ye didn't understand why everyone was a college student and didn't have the basic ability to distinguish?
One against eight?

I want to get a stick, okay?

However, Li Ye thought about his previous life when he was 20 years old, and he seemed to understand the reactions of his classmates.

20-year-old children still have a strong admiration for force value. Boys all imagine that they can fight ten, although that is basically impossible.

The information in the 80s was too limited, and this situation is also very common.

For example, the famous Haizi was once addicted to Qigong and Kung Fu, and fantasized about One-Punch Man.

However, after Li Ye entered the society in his previous life, this fantasy became "winning the lottery" and "being white, rich and beautiful".

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The same goes for these students in the classroom. In a few years at most, they will sneer at topics like He Dazhuang.

Because they with high IQs will soon understand that in the face of power and wealth, it doesn't matter whether force is worth it or not!But it's just a life-saving skill just in case.

"Li Ye, first brother."

Sun Xianxian quietly moved to Li Ye's side and touched Li Ye anxiously.

Li Ye stopped writing and asked, "What's wrong, little brother?"

Sun Xianxian is the only student in the class who is younger than Li Ye, so Li Ye usually calls him "little brother". That's what everyone in Gada calls him anyway.

Sun Xianxian said nervously: "He Dazhuang has worshiped his master, why are you not in a hurry?"

Li Ye said strangely: "Why am I anxious? What does his apprenticeship as a master have to do with me?"

Sun Xianxian's expression twisted and he said, "Didn't you hear what he meant? Is he planning to get revenge on you after practicing?"

"Heh~~"

Li Ye smiled and said nothing.

As for martial arts, it is really hard work. Let alone three months or two months, even three years or two years. If you don't have a master to break the window paper for you, you may not be able to become an ugly person.

If He Dazhuang practiced martial arts first, laid a good foundation, then switched to Sanda, and honed himself in actual combat for a period of time, he would be a bit powerful.

After all, martial arts is a very good physical training method, and with He Dazhuang's size, he can be considered somewhat talented.

However, China's Sanda project was only started in 79 and is still in the exploration and improvement stage. It is unlikely that He Dazhuang will get a lot of practical opportunities.

"My master said that I am very talented and I will be able to enter the palace in a year at most."

He Dazhuang looked at Li Ye with confidence, but Li Ye's indifference made him feel 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 classroom door opened, but the person who came in was not the teacher, but the head teacher Mu Yunning.

Everyone looked at Mu Yunning, except Li Ye who was immersed in writing.

How many cents is a word?He won't care unless his name is called, and no one can interfere with my making money.

"Li Ye, get ready this afternoon for your joining ceremony."

"What?"

"what?"

Mu Yunning's announcement surprised many people in the classroom.

Li Ye was stunned for a moment and got a rough guess.

But others can't guess it.

For example, He Dazhuang and others, although Li Ye can chat happily with many classmates in the class, his various behaviors show that he is a standard backward element!

Class monitor Zhen Rongrong is also very strange. She has been sorting out Li Ye's "merit information" these days, and plans to report Li Ye's "excellent performance" to class teacher Mu Yuning after the sports meeting, and recommend him to join the league as an introducer!
After Mu Yunning finished speaking, he walked over to Li Ye and said with a cold face, "What are you doing standing around here? Why don't you quickly write an application for joining the league?"

"Oh oh~"

Li Ye quickly put away the manuscript of the novel, took out a piece of letter paper and started writing the application for the group.

Everyone around was stunned.

The group joining ceremony will be held this afternoon, and you haven’t written your application for joining the group yet!

Like talk?
Li Ye wrote several hundred words in a flash, and finished the application form without pausing in one breath, which made Mu Yunning very satisfied.

She thought Li Ye had written it in his mind countless times, but in fact Li Ye copied the application form from his previous life from his biological hard drive.

Mu Yunning took it over, glanced at it, took Li Ye's pen, and signed his name.

"I still need an introducer to join the group. Who do you choose?"

Li Ye turned to look at Sun Xianxian, who quickly nodded in agreement.

The two of them were sandwiched in the dormitory of the Mathematics Department, and they could be regarded as the two brothers with the strongest relationship in the class.

Zhen Rongrong, who was not far away, felt a sense of loss.

After solving the issue of the introducer, Mu Yunning went to arrange for the cooperation of the class league committee. When all the problems were solved, Mu Yunning noticed He Dazhuang's depressed expression.

So she took out a bulletin and handed it to Zhen Rongrong and others.

"Circuit it around the class, don't make it too public."

Zhen Rongrong took it over and took a look, and she was so surprised that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.

This is a report of "acting bravely in the name of justice". It is written clearly that Li Ye and two righteous citizens were not afraid of the evil forces of 27 people and saved three citizens of the capital.

This notification alone meets the conditions for FireWire to join the group.

After Mu Yunning left, Zhen Rongrong and others had not calmed down yet.

A classmate on the class committee couldn't help but said: "Who is better, Li Ye or that Nanquan successor?"

Sun Xianxian immediately said: "Does this need to be said? Three-nine-twenty-seven, one person is divided into nine, which is one more than eight!"

(End of this chapter)