Chapter 228

Seeing Nakamura Naoto, Wen Leyu, and Mu Yunning together, Li Ye was a bit strange.

Mu Yunning then said to Li Ye: "This Nakamura classmate has something to say to you, the big writer."

Li Ye looked at Mu Yunning, savoring her subtext.

But before he could savor it, his little girlfriend Wen Leyu said straight to the point: "This Nakamura classmate just told us a lot."

"The general meaning is that a big writer like you should have replaced Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin to lead the Wangxiang Wangxiang Gujun Literature Society long ago."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin immediately looked at Nakamura Naoto with unkind eyes.

The two were not junior high school students who didn't know the world, and immediately understood Wen Leyu's meaning. This little dwarf was sowing discord between them and Li Ye!

Nakamura Naoto's face changed, and he hurriedly defended: "No, I didn't mean that... I just like the 'Flying Flying Flying' written by Student Li Ye very much, and I want to express the respect of a loyal reader."

"Oh, and then?"

"..."

And then? What does it mean?

Nakamura Naoto obviously couldn't adapt to this way of speaking from decades later.

However, he quickly seized the opportunity to change the subject: "Then I have some questions that have been in my heart for a long time. Now that I have the opportunity, I want to ask Student Li Ye for advice."

"For example, why do plots related to our Chrysanthemum appear repeatedly in your works? For example, why is your pen name Seven-Inch Blade?"

Li Ye nodded indifferently and said: "The reason why plots related to Chrysanthemum appear in my works is to respect historical facts. During the Tang Dynasty, we were the teacher, and you were the student."

"As for the meaning of my pen name, it is also very simple... Do you know how long the blade of a bayonet is?"

A smile that could not be described appeared on Li Ye's face: "The blade is seven inches, 23.3 centimeters long, and it must see blood when stabbing people."

"..."

As soon as Li Ye said this, whether it was Nakamura Naoto, Wen Leyu, Mu Yunning, Li Huaisheng, or Yang Yumin, they were all a bit stunned.

Everyone thought that the pen name of this kind of "cultural person" must have a very unique meaning, but they didn't expect it to be so aggressive.

Nakamura Naoto was stunned for several seconds before asking with a stiff face: "Student Li Ye, then who will your bayonet stab?"

"Of course, enemies and opponents," Li Ye said as a matter of course: "For example, those with ulterior motives, those who sow discord, those who clearly made mistakes but don't apologize..."

"I have learned. I hope we will not become enemies and opponents. Goodbye, Student Li Ye."

Nakamura Naoto bowed to Li Ye, then turned and left.

He felt deep hostility, not only from Li Ye, but also from Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin.

【Damn it, how could those two women... really hateful.】

Nakamura Naoto thought he was very clever, and with the kindness of Zhonghua people, it would not be easy to judge that he had a conspiracy. How could two women "slander" him at the same time?

After Nakamura Naoto left, Li Huaisheng said with a gloomy face: "If it weren't for his special status, I would have sprayed him with dog blood today."

Yang Yumin said: "I heard that our initial comic copyright was sold to Chrysanthemum people. I don't know if it has anything to do with him."

Li Huaisheng said: "Fortunately, it wasn't sold to him, otherwise Blue Sea would have been offended. But does Blue Sea Publishing House have the ability to publish comics?"

Yang Yumin smiled: "Whether there is that ability, you have to ask a certain big writer!"

"..."

Li Ye looked innocent: "Why are you looking at me? What does it have to do with me?"

Yang Yumin twisted his mouth and smiled: "According to my estimation, eight or nine out of ten have something to do with you."

Li Huaisheng nodded in agreement: "Yes, I think so too."

Mu Yunning on the side looked at Li Ye with a smile, and said lightly: "In my opinion, it's nine out of ten."

"..."

You guys, how can you be so smart?

Hong Kong, Luohu Port entry gate.

Pei Wencong and Amin had been standing under the big sun for a long time. In front of him, A-Qiang was sitting on the ground like a mangy dog and wouldn't get up.

"A-Qiang, how long do you want others to wait for you? Isn't it just a trip to the mainland? Where did your courage to slash people with a watermelon knife go?"

"Pei Wencong, I have been with you for so many years. I didn't dislike you when you were down. You are good now, just became successful, and you want to send me over as a hostage, right?"

"What hostage? You are sent to talk about business. You are the most proficient in comics in the society. If I don't send you, who should I send?"

"What business do I need to go to the mainland to talk about? Don't you know how dangerous it is over there? Go see how scary the soldiers over there are..."

"..."

Watching A-Qiang repeat the words he didn't know how many times, Pei Wencong lost his patience bit by bit.

Pei Wencong, this person, still has a conscience.

The Treading Waves Literature Publishing House at the beginning had only two or three kittens and puppies. The three of them walked to today. Not to mention sharing wealth, but Pei Wencong didn't treat Amin and A-Qiang thinly.

Amin, a high school student, is now being forced by Pei Wencong to constantly charge and serve as the company's number two figure.

A-Qiang, who didn't graduate from junior high school, how can you arrange it?

Just when Pei Wencong decided to support A-Qiang for a lifetime, a phone call from Li Ye made Pei Wencong see an opportunity.

Li Ye asked Pei Wencong to find an excellent comic artist to go to Beijing to discuss the comic adaptation of "Wangxiang Wangxiang Gujun of Looking Back" and "Flying Flying Flying." Pei Wencong recommended A-Qiang without hesitation.

Although A-Qiang might not be an excellent comic artist, he has been obsessed with this for many years, and he has followed Pei Wencong all the way, without credit, there is hard work. So Pei Wencong wanted to send him "a wealth."

The noble in the north has a monstrous fortune. Even if A-Qiang gets a little bit of it, changing his life against the sky is right in front of him.

But after much persuasion, A-Qiang agreed to go to the mainland capital. But when he arrived at the Luohu Port, A-Qiang just took a look at the cold soldiers on the opposite side from a distance, and he wouldn't go over no matter what.

He had indeed played with watermelon knives before and was not afraid of the police, but he didn't even have the confidence to stare at the soldiers on the opposite side.

Pei Wencong sighed and turned to walk back.

"Let's go! Since you don't want to be successful, I'll support you for a lifetime. I'll give you 3,000 yuan a month from now on, do whatever you want!"

A-Qiang followed behind, very dissatisfied: "Why is mine 3,000? Amin is 5,000 now, and that Mercedes-Benz is given to her to drive. Can't I drive?"

Pei Wencong bought a new Mercedes-Benz, and the second-hand one was given to Amin. A-Qiang had been brooding about it.

Pei Wencong said coldly: "Amin might be 10,000 in the future, yours is just 3,000. If you don't want to, you can jump ship at any time."

"..."

A-Qiang was speechless for three seconds, and immediately cursed in a low voice, saying that they can only share adversity but not wealth, the leading brother doesn't talk about loyalty, etc., etc.

Pei Wencong didn't say a word, returned to his brand-new Mercedes-Benz, opened the door, and got in.

Amin sat in the passenger seat, leaving the driver's seat to A-Qiang.

A-Qiang walked to the front of the car, reached out and grabbed the door, but didn't open it in the end.

This new car was a great stimulus to him.

At the beginning, he disliked Pei Wencong for not being "eye-catching" enough, and laughed at him for not being able to drive a Mercedes-Benz in his life.

But in the blink of an eye, Pei Wencong changed to a new car.

And Pei Wencong said that in a few years, he would change to a Rolls-Royce.

What about himself?

3,000 yuan a month is actually higher than ordinary white-collar workers, but when can he have his own new car?

And this 3,000 yuan a month already has the taste of alms and pity.

"@#Am"

A-Qiang suddenly turned around and walked toward the gate of Luohu Port again, and walked faster and faster, as if he was afraid that he would change his mind.

Entering the gate, passing the customs, A-Qiang almost walked over while holding his breath. When passing in front of those cold soldiers, he didn't dare to look up at all.

After finally passing the port, A-Qiang saw four flat-headed brothers, some of whom were holding a sign with the words "Huo Renqiang" on it.

"These four people, how do they look like those people?"

A-Qiang bit the bullet and walked over, waving his hand with a laugh: "Lei Men Hao, I am Huo Renqiang."

"Hello Mr. Huo, welcome back to the embrace of the motherland."

". Hehehehe"

A-Qiang laughed awkwardly, followed the four people away from the port, got on a dual-purpose passenger and cargo truck, and went straight to the Pengcheng train station.

Arriving at the train station, A-Qiang met a man named Zou Zhiguo, who took him onto a green-skinned train.

Entering the hard sleeper carriage, A-Qiang couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zou, why don't we take a plane? I heard it's very far from Pengcheng to Beijing."

Zou Zhiguo looked at A-Qiang and said coldly: "This is to let you appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the motherland."

"..."

A-Qiang didn't understand Zou Zhiguo's meaning. What scenery can you see sitting on the train?

But he soon understood.

The train departed in the afternoon, traveling all the way north, and hadn't arrived by the next morning.

"Mr. Zou, how long until we arrive?"

"Two days and one night."

"Two more days?"

For the next two days, A-Qiang looked at the window in surprise, confirming that the sun rose on the right side of the train, and he had been moving north.

A fish that has never swum out of a pond does not understand the vastness of the river.

Hong Kong is so big from east to west, from south to north.

A-Qiang had never left Hong Kong in his life, and only understood the vastness of the mainland through words. When he really measured it himself, the shock to his soul was naturally incomparable.

When he arrived at the Beijing train station and saw the two big Chinese characters "Beijing," A-Qiang knew that he had indeed arrived in Beijing, not the northernmost Black City.

This is only halfway!

The two walked out of the train station in the dark, and A-Qiang followed Zou Zhiguo and walked all the way, almost walking his legs thin.

"Mr. Zou, we are not staying in a hotel, where are we going?"

"Don't ask, follow me."

"..."

A-Qiang was scared again. It was dark, and there were not many people on the street. What is this going to do?

But in the end, A-Qiang followed Zou Zhiguo to a large square, and many people had already gathered in the square, all waiting quietly for something.

A-Qiang had learned a bit about this dull gourd Zou Zhiguo along the way, so he didn't ask anything, seeing what you could do to me.

Not long after, it was dawn.

A-Qiang, who was not tall, tried his best to stand on tiptoe and look around, only seeing a crowded crowd of heads.

Everyone was very quiet, all looking in one direction.

A-Qiang followed everyone's gaze and found that it was a high pole.

"This is... a flagpole?"

A moment later, A-Qiang's guess was verified.

A red flag with golden stars rose slowly with the clanging music.

And the eyes of everyone around were full of excitement.

That is a belief, that is a pride, that is a sincere respect.

These emotions, A-Qiang had never seen in the people of Hong Kong, at least not so intense, so collectively unified.

"It's really... too scary."

Thanks to book friend "San San Model Sect Master" for the 4018 coin reward, thanks to book friend for the 500 coin reward, thanks to book friend for the reward, thanks to book friend "Ye Linran" for the reward, thanks to book friend "Blue or Green" for the reward, thanks to book friend "i Wuwei i" for the reward, thanks to book friend lotus Lian Xiao for the reward.

(End of chapter)