Chapter 145

"Hey, hey, Mr. Tao? When will your manuscript be sent over? This issue of the magazine is about to be printed... Who said I was going to go bankrupt?"

"Boss Tong, how can you tell the author that I'm going to go bankrupt? The money won't be less for you; I'll definitely give it to you before the 15th... What? Tomorrow? Don't mess with me anymore~~~"

"Ah Miu, it's been a long time since we went out to eat. Tonight, I... I'm not borrowing money..."

Pei Wencong didn't even eat lunch and started contacting the printing matters for the next issue of the magazine. As a result, the situation was not optimistic.

Friends who used to be okay when they met suddenly changed their faces, ruthless and snobbish.

Long-term authors want to jump ship, printing plants are asking for arrears, and old friends of many years are hiding and not seeing people... Pei Wencong was so anxious that he jumped and got angry.

This is like playing cards with someone. Clearly, he touched a good hand of cards, but he had no money to follow the bet and was forced by the opponent to fold and admit defeat.

Pei Wencong made many phone calls and ended up with nothing.

Flipping through the address book back and forth twice, the hand holding the phone finally put it down powerlessly.

Pei Wencong opened the window and wanted to take a breath. As a result, after opening the curtain, the cramped building exterior wall ten meters away made his heart even more depressed.

There was a winding cracked cement seam on the exterior wall, just like a big mouth, cracking open to mock Pei Wencong, this loser.

Pei Wencong looked at the cement seam fixedly, and after a long time, he smiled miserably.

Once upon a time, Pei Wencong also fantasized that one day, he would push open the window, and outside would be an invincible sea view.

He would turn his head, and there would be a beautiful wife and a cute child.

But after working hard for thirty years, in the end, it seemed like he had returned to the starting point, as if he had returned to childhood, shrinking in that shack with his mother and sister, having nothing.

Pei Wencong is very smart. A child from a poor family being able to get into Hong Kong University is enough to prove that his IQ surpasses ordinary people.

For a moment, he thought that with his wisdom and effort, he could also be the second Li Chaoren.

But since graduating and stepping into society, he realized that there was no such wide upward channel in Hong Kong. A group of big crocodiles had already filled the small pond.

The fish in the pond were all nutrients for the big crocodiles. People could squeeze all the fish to death just by moving their claws and flicking their tails.

Like small shrimp like Pei Wencong, they either obediently become nutrients for the big crocodiles or go into the mud at the bottom and slowly rot away.

After fighting for several years, Pei Wencong was finally unwilling, bet the only house in the family, bet everything, and opened this magazine house.

Even if it's bitter and difficult, he would swallow his teeth and blood, letting his family live a good life.

Now his sister is in a private high school, her academic performance is very good, and when his mother meets old friends, she will proudly say, "My Ah Cong has a car and a building, and is a boss."

But today...

He didn't expect that the bright appearance he had been holding on to was so unbearable to reveal.

Then what is he holding on to?

At worst, go bankrupt and sell yourself to the big crocodiles for a lifetime!

Pei Wencong exhaled a depressed breath, cheered up, and clenched his fists.

"Ah Qiang, Ah Qiang, go contact Brother Nan and sell that Corolla of mine! Speak politely, don't let him press the price too much... Ah Qiang, Ah Qiang..."

Pei Wencong shouted several times, but the editor and reporter Ah Qiang under him didn't respond.

He couldn't help but walk over and pry open Ah Qiang's arm to see if he was drawing erotic comics again.

This thing does have a market, but Ah Qiang's aesthetics are different from the public's. Pei Wencong really found the erotic scenes he thought were fragrant to be spicy to the eyes.

But this time Ah Qiang wasn't drawing comics, but was writing hard.

"Didn't I let Ah Min translate the simplified characters? You aren't working on the layout for the next issue of the magazine; what are you writing here?"

Ah Qiang sobered up and blurted out: "I also want to write a history."

He turned his head excitedly and said to Pei Wencong: "I only know now that our ancestors were so powerful.

Not only could they defeat the Chrysanthemum Country at will, but they could also order the ghosts to work for us..."

Ah Qiang said a lot of nonsense, incoherent, but very excited and sincere.

The opening of "Beacon Flying" describes a foreign legion under the Anxi Protectorate of the Great Tang—the Xiliang Regiment. The leader is the Tang person Li Tianlang, and besides the backbone being Tang people, there are many "barbarians" who obediently follow.

In addition, the opening also casually describes the Chrysanthemum Country using the power of the whole country, but being defeated by a crack detachment of the Great Tang.

Just a few thousand words of description made the image of a powerful empire jump onto the paper.

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Pei Wencong listened patiently to Ah Qiang and then patted Ah Qiang on the shoulder: "The Chrysanthemum is very powerful now... Those people are not ghosts; they are the current member republics of the Soviet Union..."

Ah Qiang said righteously: "Winning is winning... And are Soviet people not ghosts?"

Pei Wencong was speechless. He understood Ah Qiang's mood at the moment because he had been so paranoid once.

Suppressed for too long, the people at the bottom have been suppressed for too long.

Many people hate why they weren't born with yellow hair.

But now Ah Qiang suddenly looked at "Beacon Flying" and suddenly had a feeling of "so my ancestors were also rich."

What is different about this "Beacon Flying" from martial arts is that its protagonist is actually not a person, but a powerful, barbaric, and proud empire.

A Great Tang Empire that dared to shake the then-powerful Arab Empire with just the strength of the Anxi Protectorate.

Ah Qiang, who has seen all the world's powers in Hong Kong, how could he not love such a great ancestor?

Pei Wencong had a similar feeling after reading it, but he valued the commercial value of this book more.

"Boss, no one has written this kind of thing," Ah Qiang said like a lottery player holding a lottery ticket: "I can also write it. When I become a writer like Jin Ni, I can also..."

"You can write after work; work for me during work hours,"

Pei Wencong patted Ah Qiang on the head: "Hurry up and contact Brother Nan, sell the car to him, and say I want to change cars. Don't say we are waiting for money!"

Pei Wencong didn't extinguish Ah Qiang's enthusiasm, just didn't allow him to slack off at work.

He knew deeply that this kind of history is indeed a new direction and can become popular in a place like Hong Kong, but this kind of thing is not easy to write. Ah Qiang dropped out of junior high, and there is too much historical knowledge that Ah Qiang hasn't come into contact with.

But even if he went to high school or university, he might not be able to learn this historical knowledge. Hong Kong might not even have corresponding historical materials, so Ah Qiang... just be happy.

After Ah Qiang went out with a curled lip, Pei Wencong personally arranged the layout for the next issue. "Beacon Flying" undoubtedly had to be on the front page. For the writer's name, just write "Senior Professor Writer"!

After finishing all the trivial matters, Pei Wencong prepared to do the most important thing.

He picked up the phone and asked the operator to connect to the long-distance call to Island City in the mainland.

In '82, making a phone call from Hong Kong to the mainland, I don't know how many times it had to be transferred and how long it had to wait.

During the waiting time, Pei Wencong adjusted his emotions, so the moment the phone was connected, he was no longer a frustrated person one step away from being a loser, but a "big businessman" with big money.

"Hello, I am Treading Waves Literature Publishing House... I want to talk to you about the copyright of "Beacon Flying"... Of course, pay in Hong Kong dollars, US dollars are also fine, joy~~~"

Li Ye ran lightly on the path by Weiming Lake. When passing by the martial arts club, he didn't forget to glance at He Dazhuang a few more times.

He Dazhuang's physical condition is not bad. He seems to have practiced quite diligently these days. Never mind how the moves and actions are practiced, at least the mouth skills have been practiced well.

"Hey~~ Ha~~"

In his previous life, Li Ye saw a video of a young lady practicing Southern Fist. It was really imposing like a tiger, and the sound shook three miles. Now He Dazhuang seems to have three points of that appearance.

And when He Dazhuang saw Li Ye running over, he exhaled and shouted, "Hey Ha," quite like a Tibetan Mastiff angry and wanting to pounce.

Li Ye hurriedly accelerated and left, so as not to stimulate him and let him go off-track in his practice.

Seeing Li Ye accelerate and run, He Dazhuang practiced even more vigorously, he-he-ha-ha, not enjoying it enough.

During class breaks, Li Ye was writing the manuscript quickly. Ever since Wen Leyu said she wanted to earn proofreading fees the day before yesterday, Li Ye had accelerated the progress to prepare for the subsequent important plans.

And other students were either burying their heads in books or discussing problems enthusiastically.

Everyone had risen from high school to the World Economics major at Jingda, as if they had suddenly understood the world outside the door and had naive ideas about some world trends.

For example, the recently concluded Falklands War, the Fifth Middle East War, etc., were all the most popular topics.

However, today, almost everyone was attracted by He Dazhuang.

"I tell you, I have worshipped a famous teacher this time... Qiao Tiansheng of our club is the authentic descendant of Fujian Southern Fist...

Once, when he went home from school, he ran into high-grade students bullying children and beat down eight of them with his bare hands..."

"Wow~~"

There was a burst of exclamation in the classroom, which startled Li Ye, who was concentrating on writing.

Li Ye didn't quite understand why everyone was a college student, yet they didn't have the basic ability to distinguish?

One beating eight?

I have to take a stick, okay?

However, Li Ye thought about himself at twenty in his previous life and seemed to understand the reaction of the classmates around him again.

Twenty-year-old children still have a strong worship for martial arts values. Boys all fantasize about being able to fight ten, although that is basically impossible.

The information in the eighties was too closed, and this situation was also very common.

For example, the famous Haizi also once indulged in Qigong and Kung Fu, fantasizing about being a one-punch superman.

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

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The classmates in the classroom are the same. At most, in a few years, they will sneer at this kind of topic from He Dazhuang,

Because their high IQs will soon make them understand that in the face of power and wealth, martial arts values can't be said to be worth a fart! But it is just a life-saving skill for emergencies.

"Li Ye, Brother Yi..."

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

Li Ye stopped his pen and asked, "What's the matter, little brother?"

Sun Xianjin is the only student in the class younger than Li Ye, so Li Ye usually calls him "little brother." Anyway, people from that area call him that.

Sun Xianjin said nervously, "He Dazhuang has worshipped a teacher; why aren't you anxious at all?"

Li Ye said strangely, "Why should I be anxious? What does him worshipping a teacher have to do with me?"

Sun Xianjin's expression twisted, and he said, "Didn't you hear his meaning? Is he going to practice well and take revenge on you?"

"Heh~~"

Li Ye smiled and didn't speak.

Martial arts is really a project that takes a lot of effort. Never mind three months or two months, even three years or two years, without an old master to break the window paper for you, you might not practice anything.

If He Dazhuang practiced martial arts first, laid a good foundation, and then changed to Sanda, and tempered it with actual combat for a period of time, that would be a bit powerful.

After all, martial arts is a good physical training method, and He Dazhuang's size is there, so he can be considered to have a few points of talent.

But the Sanda project in Shenzhou only started to be established in '79. It is still in the stage of exploration and improvement, and it is unlikely that He Dazhuang will come into contact with a large number of actual combat opportunities.

"My master said, I have a lot of talent... at most in another year, I will be able to enter the hall and enter the room..."

He Dazhuang was full of confidence while looking at Li Ye, but Li Ye's indifference made him very uncomfortable.

He had already practiced for several weeks and felt that he had learned many fighting techniques. It would be great if Li Ye took the initiative to provoke him now.

"Clang~"

The classroom door opened, but the person who came in was not the lecturer, but the head teacher Mu Yunning.

Everyone looked at Mu Yunning, except for Li Ye, who was burying his head in writing.

A character is worth a few cents! If he doesn't call his name, he won't pay attention. No one should affect me making money.

"Li Ye, prepare this afternoon for your joining ceremony."

"What?"

"What?"

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

Li Ye was stunned for a moment and guessed the general idea.

But others couldn't guess.

For example, He Dazhuang and others, although Li Ye could chat happily with many classmates in the class, his various performances were standard backward elements!

Class monitor Zhen Rongrong was also quite strange. She had been organizing Li Ye's "merit data" these past few days, intending to react to head teacher Mu Yunning about Li Ye's "excellent performance" after the sports meeting, as a recommender to recommend him to join the group.

After Mu Yunning finished speaking, she moved to Li Ye's side and said coldly: "What are you stunned for? Why don't you hurry up and write an application to join the group?"

"Oh, oh~"

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

Everyone around was stunned.

The joining ceremony is this afternoon, and you haven't even written the application to join the group yet!

Is this appropriate?

Li Ye brushed and wrote hundreds of words, finished the application in one breath without stopping, which made Mu Yunning very satisfied.

She thought Li Ye had written it countless times in his heart. In fact, Li Ye copied the application to join the group from his previous life from his biological hard drive.

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

"You still need a recommender to join the group. Who do you choose?"

Li Ye turned his head to look at Sun Xianjin, and Sun Xianjin hurriedly nodded in agreement.

The two of them are in the dormitory of the Department of Mathematics and can be considered the iron-clad pair of brothers in the class.

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

After solving the problem of the recommender, Mu Yunning went to arrange for the class committee to cooperate. After all the problems were solved, Mu Yunning noticed He Dazhuang's depressed expression.

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

"Circulate it in the class, don't make too much noise."

Zhen Rongrong took it and looked at it, and was so surprised that her mouth couldn't close.

This is a circular on "acting bravely for a just cause," which clearly states that Li Ye and two righteous citizens were not afraid of the evil forces of twenty-seven people and saved three Jingcheng citizens.

Just with this circular, he met the conditions for joining the group on the front line.

After Mu Yunning left, Zhen Rongrong and others still hadn't calmed down.

A classmate on the class committee couldn't help but say: "Then Li Ye and that Southern Fist descendant... who is more powerful?"

Sun Xianjin immediately said: "Does this still need to be said? Three nines are twenty-seven, one person shares nine, which is one more than eight!"

(End of chapter)