Era: 1979 From mountain man to richest man

Chapter 121: Fighting the law, Astro Boy attacks, Fairy Tale can still be saved (-in-, please vote for me)
There were many people watching at the scene.

There were people from all over the country, some organized by communes and brigade, and some who came spontaneously.

Circles and circles surrounded the execution ground by the river dam with three levels inside and three levels outside.

After the execution vehicle arrived at the site by the river, it began to take Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun out of the vehicle.

While in the county town, the two of them had already been publicly tried.

But when they got here, the county police leader took out the loudspeaker and read out the charges against Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun, as well as their sentences in front of everyone.

Some people have only heard rumors about what the two of them did.

There are various versions, some of which are obviously outrageous.

It was only after the official speech above today that everyone figured out what they had committed.

Everyone gave the warmest applause to this scumbag for receiving the punishment he deserved.

"Hey, Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun are quite good. If they don't work, something will go wrong. They have to do evil things."

"To be honest, I still don't want to see such bloody scenes."

After hearing his words, Cao Wei turned back to Qin Tie and only heard him say:
"Cao Educated Youth, think about it. If you educated youths don't work in the brigade, you can get free cents and free food."

Cao Wei pondered for a moment before saying:

Since she doesn't want to watch it now, there is certainly no reason for Song Chaoyang to stay here and see the results.

Amid applause from the scene, they were dragged to an open area at the river dam.

"These two bastards are finally dead." Qin Tie, who was sitting on the carriage behind, couldn't help but muttered.

At this time, Qin Tie, who was sitting on the carriage building materials behind, said:
"I think it would be better for these two bastards to die."

Not long after driving, two crisp gunshots were heard.

"Tell me, we worked so hard to support these two bastards."

At this moment, Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun finally began to regret what they had done.

These two men are definitely dead.

Suddenly, both of them were shaking uncontrollably, and their bodies emitted waves of stench.

"Who wouldn't be angry if I changed it?"

"So now that these two bastards are dead, it's really satisfying!"

The tsunami of applause and cheers brought Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun, who had lost their eyesight, back to reality.

Song Chaoyang turned his head curiously.

Then start the tractor and prepare to leave the scene.

"The two of them just got the punishment they deserved, and I don't think this is something worth being happy about."

It was nothing more than being beaten into a pile of rotten flesh.

So Song Chaoyang directly greeted the tractor driver and Qin Tie and asked them to drive away.

"The public trial is to alert everyone, but I think everyone is just watching the excitement."

Only then did they realize that their end had come.

"Let's go, stop watching." Cao Wei suddenly said to Song Chaoyang just before seeing the results.

The tractor driver also happily said "Yes!".

They looked around blankly, as if they didn't understand what was happening.

"It's equivalent to being raised by our team."

"I don't want to go back and have nightmares."

"We are happy but we are not just watching the excitement."

Cao Wei almost became a victim. Logically speaking, she should be the one who wanted to see the two people being targeted the most.

Cao Wei said to Song Chaoyang:
"Since the ending of the two of them must be doomed."

The two of them were looking forward to it, but they didn't say much after hearing Song Chaoyang's words.

After hearing his words, the tractor driver didn't know how to answer, so he had to say:
"Hey, that's how it is these days. There are very few people with a high level of consciousness like you. Everyone is not that high level of consciousness."

The tractor drove slowly towards another road back to the village.

Then the crowds watching on both sides of the Taiwan Strait burst into loud cheers.

After waiting for a few seconds, they realized that the people at the scene were all rejoicing that the two of them were about to commit suicide.

He immediately jumped off the tractor building materials.

"The purpose is that you can review well and prepare for next year's college entrance examination, so that you can be a good official after being assigned to the university."

Hearing this, Song Chaoyang nodded.

Each one of them acted ten thousand times more excited than Cao Wei.

At this time, he noticed that Cao Wei on the side was not smiling, and asked curiously:
"Cao Zhiqing, why do you look a little unhappy?"

Cao Wei was startled when she heard Qin Tie's words. She still hadn't considered this aspect.

Put yourself in someone else’s shoes, which of the farmers watching the excitement here doesn’t have an educated youth in their brigade?
I saw scumbags like Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun, eating the food of the villagers, and doing evil in the village to ruin the reputation of the village.

This kind of person really deserves to die.

They certainly have reason to be happy.

Because it’s good to die!

Thinking of this, Cao Wei didn't know how to answer.

Qin Tie had already spoken very tactfully.

After all, I am also a member of the educated youth eating Murakami food.

On the other hand, Song Chaoyang, who was eating peaches on the side, somewhat sympathized with the mentality of both parties.

Cao Wei is a girl who doesn't want to see bloody scenes.

In addition, she is a bit of a literary youth, and she must have remembered Mr. Lu Xun's article. It feels like in the article, everyone is a little insensitive to such bloody things as murder.

But the onlookers felt that Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun were pests raised in the village, and it would be a joy to crush them to death.

Both sides are actually right.

It’s just that I didn’t understand it from the other person’s perspective.

Soon the tractor returned to the Qingsongwan brigade.

Qin Tie organized people to deliver building materials, and Song Chaoyang left him a bag of fruit and asked him to have dinner at home in the evening.

Qin Tie agreed immediately.

Then I sent Cao Wei back to the educated youth center, and found that the firewood she had placed under the eaves was wet from the rain.

So Song Chaoyang immediately invited her to have dinner at his home.

Just think of it as a celebration that Jiang Xiaowei and Sha Dejun got their royalties from the law.

Then Song Chaoyang took the purchased fruits and gave them to Accountant Tang.

As a result, Accountant Tang was not there. He, the old party secretary, and Qin Wanshan went to Wangjiaheba to watch target shooting.

Only then did Song Chaoyang realize that the officials from Qingsong Bay should indeed go and observe.

Leave the fruit at their house.

Song Chaoyang headed home.

When I first got home, I found that Lao Zhangtou was already at home.

"What's wrong, you came back so early today and didn't practice outside?" Song Chaoyang said to Lao Zhangtou curiously.

Lao Zhangtou held a book, pointed at it and said:

"If you can't practice it, if you don't replenish your energy, you will become useless."

Song Chaoyang didn't expect Lao Zhangtou to be in this state.

He hurriedly took out a bundle of wild ginseng wrapped in red cloth from his satchel and handed it to Old Zhangtou:
"Oh, by the way, I bought all the wild ginseng you asked me to bring you."

"200 yuan is a little more than 6 pounds."

Lao Zhangtou took the hand, looked at it, and nodded.

Although the wild ginseng bought by Song Chaoyang was not of good vintage, it was absolutely genuine.

At this time, he took the things and walked to the kitchen, saying:

"I have to stew it quickly."

Song Chaoyang shook his head. After practicing this skill for a long time, it didn't look very good.

These six pounds of wild ginseng must be eaten with soft-shelled turtle.

A meal costs dozens of dollars.

And looking at Lao Zhangtou's attitude, it seems that he really can't stop eating.

It’s really hard for ordinary people who have little money in their pockets.

Money, money.

It's money again.

Ordinary people in this world need money, and Lao Zhangtou needs money even more to cultivate immortality.

It’s really hard to move forward without money, and you’re restricted everywhere.

……

the other side.

In the magazine editorial department of Oriental Publishing House in Rongcheng, the provincial capital.

Editor-in-chief Fang Yan is looking at the manuscript of Song Chaoyang's "Calabash Brothers".

Sitting opposite him were two editors, Jin and Wu, who were late for today's meeting.

Fang Yan's expression was very rich at the moment.

The manuscript in front of him seemed to open the door to a new world.

He was surprised that someone could write such interesting fairy tales.

The story, the visuals, and the settings.

It was all refreshing to him.

Unlike the short fairy tales on the market, it has no educational narration or even a hint of metaphor.

Just telling stories.

Tell a very interesting story.

The more Fang Yan looked at it, the more interesting the fairy tale became.

It reminded him of another children's animation from Neon Country that he saw in the capital.

It was a cartoon that was just introduced this year and is still being translated.

The name is "Astro Boy".

The story in that animation is the same, it doesn't educate people, it just tells stories.

Very very attractive.

This shocked Fang Yan when he saw this type for the first time.

He and other editors-in-chief everywhere felt great oppression.

The sense of cultural oppression comes from.

I am still working on Little Chicken, Little Duck and Little Pony, Xiaoming, Xiaohong and Xiaoli, this central idea, that philosophy of life.

People over there have begun to export their culture here.

They knew they couldn't fight. The story here is not on the same level at all.

Once the animation is translated next year, it will definitely become popular in the streets.

This made Fang Yan feel a huge gap and a sense of powerlessness.

Why can't we do it here?

As a result, as soon as he came back, this article "Calabash Brothers" was thrown in front of him.

Good guy, it’s the same feeling again.

It’s that feeling of crushing the fairy tales on the market again.

But this time it is the work of one of our own.

Shangyan's mentality suddenly changed.

Well done!

It really gave myself a shot in the arm.

"Xiao Zhou, please tell the typesetting department to add these pictures to the front."

"Also, ask the comrade who made the cover to work overtime and change the cover of the next issue of the children's magazine into seven colors of gourds. Remember seven! Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. Don't get the order wrong."

"Okay." Assistant Xiao Zhou nodded and took several manuscripts handed over by Fang Yan.

That is a story before "Calabash Brothers".

"Hurry up and do it." Fang Yan urged his assistant.

Xiao Zhou nodded, then quickly took the manuscript and walked out.

After seeing Xiao Zhou leave, Fang Yan started to read the story again.

As soon as the meeting ended today, he started watching.

I haven't had time to deal with other things yet.

At this time, Editor Jin couldn’t help but ask:
"Boss, why don't you send all your hair?"

"Full hair?" Fang Yan raised his head and glanced at Editor Jin. He patted the thick stack of manuscripts in his hand:

"This pile has almost 23 words. Is it still called a children's magazine after it's published?"

"Haha...that's right." Editor Jin nodded with a smile on his face.

He was testing whether the leader would say something about them being late.

As if he had read through his mind, Fang Yan, who was reading the manuscript, said:

"It's quite a long way from your place to here, and it's understandable that we're late today."

"It won't happen again."

After hearing this, Editor Jin and Editor Wu both breathed a sigh of relief.

This leader is notoriously strict.

If Song Chaoyang's story hadn't attracted him this time, he wouldn't be so talkative.

Fang Yan said while reading the manuscript:
“This kind of good stuff needs to be released little by little, and we’ll see how it responds in the market.”

"If you distribute it all at once, won't the sales of the next magazine be lost?"

Editor Jin and Editor Wu nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, have you signed this author?" Fang Yan asked them both while reading.

How could Editor Jin not know what this leader meant? He immediately said:
"Signed, first-class contract, settled according to the maximum ten yuan per thousand words I can give."

After speaking, he took out Song Chaoyang's file from his pocket:

"Look, this is the file form for his signing."

I heard that someone has already signed a contract with someone, and the signing level and manuscript fee are very high.

Fang Yan nodded with satisfaction.

Then he glanced at the file form on the table and asked:

"Song Chaoyang...isn't it a pen name?"

Editor Jin hurriedly said:

"It shouldn't be a pen name. I was in a hurry to get to the province and didn't ask him to sign a pen name."

"Yes." Fang Yan nodded to express satisfaction, and then pulled Song Chaoyang's file into a red drawer on his right.

There were only a few portfolios in that drawer.

After Editor Jin saw it, he was immediately reassured and knew that he had done the right thing.

I waited for the leader to look at it for a while.

Editor Wu on the side asked:
"Leader, this is a good story."

Fang Yan nodded:

"It's very good. It's very groundbreaking. It's completely different from the fairy tales on the market today."

"This shows that he is a newcomer. He has not been affected by the market and his writing style is unique."

"It's very valuable."

"This work is exactly what we need now."

At this time, Editor Wu took the opportunity to say:

"I think we can just find someone to publish a picture album and make a separate book."

"I'll make an animation when the time comes."

Editor Jin also said:

"Yes, leader."

"Isn't the policy just announced from above? Let's use this as a script. It will definitely be an instant hit."

Fang Yan didn't speak. He pondered for about ten seconds before he said:

"Then make arrangements. I will take someone to your place next week. I want to meet him in person."

"Okay!" Editor Jin replied quickly.

At this time, assistant Xiao Zhou, who had finished arranging tasks for Fang Yan, came back.

After looking at his watch, he reminded Fang Yan:
"Editor Fang! It's almost half past five. Teacher Kong Xiang called you at 3:20. You were in a meeting at the time. Do you think you should call him back now?"

"Did Mr. Kong call me?" Fang Yan put down the manuscript in his hand.

"Yeah." Xiao Zhou nodded.

This Kong Xiang and Mr. Kong turned out to be a cadre of the provincial cultural department.

I had taken some care of Fang Yan before.

After Kong Xiang retired, he returned to his hometown and didn't contact him for several years.

"This is a strange thing. What did he say?" Fang Yan asked curiously.

Xiao Zhou opened his notebook, read the records above, and said:
"I asked if there was a contributor named Song Chaoyang here, and I specifically asked if it was a fairy tale."

"Huh?" Fang Yan was startled and looked at the manuscript in his hand.

He looked at the two editors Jin and Wu with questioning eyes. Kong Xiang and them were from the same county.

He felt the two men should know something.

"Song Chaoyang came alone when he submitted the article, and he didn't say anything about Mr. Kong's relationship with him." Editor Jin responded truthfully to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan asked his assistant Xiao Zhou:

"Did he say that this Song Chaoyang is him?"

Xiao Zhou shook his head:
"No, you were in a meeting at the time, so I told him to get back to him after the meeting."

When Fang Yan heard this, he put down the manuscript in his hand, then picked up the phone:

"Okay, I'll call right away."

Xiao Zhou here decisively handed over his phone number.

The two editors Jin and Wu did not expect that Song Chaoyang, who was dressed in rags, would actually know such an old leader.

At this time they heard Fang Yan dial the phone.

"Hey, Mr. Kong!"

"Me, Fang Yan."

"The Song Chaoyang you mentioned has submitted a manuscript."

"Well, yes, it's from a fairy tale."

"The writing is very good. The front page of the next issue of the children's magazine will be his."

"Haha, it's true."

"It's really well written. I'm not going to lie to you."

"Who is he to you?"

"Xiaoyun's friend?!"

"Hahaha...he can't be your boyfriend, right?"

"Not even close? Okay, I'll tell you who is so good. It turns out you trained him."

"no?"

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore, please pay attention to your health."

"I'll come see you next week."

"goodbye!"

After listening to the brief phone call, the two editors Jin and Wu knew something.

This Song Chaoyang should have some relationship with the granddaughter of Kong Xiang's family.

That's why Kong Xiang called to inquire.

Thinking of the shabby look Song Chaoyang wore, editors Jin and Wu suddenly felt that this guy might have dressed that way on purpose.

Otherwise, how would it be possible to have a relationship with Kong Xiang's granddaughter, and let Kong Xiang personally call to confirm.

Fortunately, after reading his manuscript, I didn't treat him too lightly.

Otherwise, he will be offended by his background.

Jin and Wu couldn't help but sweat for themselves.

……

At Grandpa Kong Yun's house, Grandpa Kong let out a long breath after just hanging up the phone.

Now the stone in my heart has finally fallen to the ground.

He still knew Fang Yan.

Although I respect myself very much, I will never make a fool of myself.

Good is good, bad is bad.

Song Chaoyang did submit the manuscript, and what he wrote was praised by Fang Yan, the editor-in-chief.

In this case, it shows that he does have something.

As long as Song Chaoyang didn't tell lies, he would be relieved.

At least it proved that my granddaughter didn't meet a liar.

If you help this kid secretly from now on, you can rest assured.

(End of this chapter)