Old man Xuan gave Yang Dongxu another slap: "Don't think I'm old, I don't know what happened to Dongzi? And you also told me about the things at home, your godfather also told me, although you are precocious and open your mind before others, but you don't have to be on the right path, sooner or later it will be a disaster?"

"Why did I become a scourge? Did I spend money to find someone to repair the rotten stone slabs in the alley over Wangfujing, and didn't ask my neighbors for a penny? In the restaurant, Dongzi's side, even the courtyard house that we have built, is it that I said that I recruited those educated youths who came back and did not work to give people a bite to eat...... was evaluated by Old Man Xuan as a grievance that harmed Yang Dongxu's stomach.

"Isn't that if you want to make more money and make a good name in the neighborhood?" Old Man Xuan raised his hand and slapped him again.

Yang Dongxu was too lazy to speak when he met such an unreasonable person, and the one who built bridges and paved roads in the past didn't do it for the sake of a good reputation? Where did there be so much love for no reason in this world? I'm not your father, why should I teach you to be smart and feed you? It's already kind to be able to give food to eat, okay......

After soaking the medicine, the old man asked Yang Dongxu to fight the snake again, saying that it was to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, so that the medicinal power soaked in the body could be better absorbed. But no matter how Yang Dongxu looks, it looks like Old Man Xuan wants to squeeze him dry and prevent him from running around.

But he really didn't want to trap anyone and retaliate against anyone. Even Dongzi's side persuaded him to forget this matter and didn't look for any more trouble. Who did he provoke whom?

His arms were sore and trembling, and he couldn't hold the dishes at all, Yang Dongxu simply threw the chopsticks aside, nibbled on fried dough sticks and buns in his hands, and stuffed some side dishes into his mouth from time to time to help with the meal.

Yang Dongxu, who ate two more big meat buns than usual, took a breath back, and then lazily lay on the rocking chair in the shade of the tree, saying that he didn't want to move.

Old man Xuan went to the courtyard to supervise the work, Zhou Yiren went to work, and Zhou Ya was busy with the restaurant, so Yang Dongxu was the only one left in the courtyard, and he fell asleep in a daze after lying in the rocking chair for a while, until someone seemed to be shaking himself Yang Dongxu opened his eyes.

"Boss Yang has been spending money recently. Hao Yifan's chubby face met Yang Dongxu's eyes.

"Boss Hao, do you have anything to do with me?" Yang Dongxu yawned, and at the same time stretched his waist, the bones of his whole body crackled and felt indescribably comfortable.

"As for songs, you have a few good songs, and someone wants to sell more. Hao Yifan was a little uncomfortable, sitting on the stone bench next to him, and his chubby body twisted and twisted.

"How much did the first three songs sell?"

"30,000 yuan, the song "My Chinese Heart" was favored by the Youth Federation, and people directly sold 20,000 yuan, and the remaining two songs were taken by a singer in Taiwan, and a Youth Federation also bought it, but the price was 5,000. Hao Yifan stretched out his fat fingers and made an OK gesture, and the big gold ring on his little finger flashed.

"Thirty thousand?" Yang Dongxu nodded: "It's okay, when will you go back?"

"It's just the last few days. Hao Yifan said.

"You're staying for four or five days...... Five days, five days later. Yang Dongxu said.

Hao Yifan nodded, and the two of them chatted again before leaving. After Hao Yifan left, Yang Dongxu returned to the house with a few tapes and a stack of newspapers on the stone table.

The tape is a new song that has just come out in Hong Kong and Taiwan recently, and Hao Yifan brought it to him at the request of Yang Dongxu. The newspaper was not a domestic newspaper left by Zhou Yiren, but a newspaper in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

This is not a good thing, because the newspapers in these two places have more or less reported on the affairs of the mainland. Therefore, these newspapers are forbidden to be brought into the mainland, so Hao Yifan made some packaging.

While listening to the tape, I read the newspaper again. After finding that there was nothing he was interested in, Yang Dongxu threw the newspaper into the kitchen, and since it was a trouble, it was naturally burned when cooking.

Regarding this matter, Zhou Yiren also turned a blind eye and didn't see it. Sometimes, if he saw something useful, Yang Dongxu would stay for Zhou Yiren to read and then burn the newspaper. After all, newspapers in Hong Kong and Taiwan are closer to the international environment than mainland control, and it is beneficial for Zhou Yiren to have some understanding of the general environment.

For four or five days, Yang Dongxu didn't go out in the courtyard, and even if he went out, he would go to Yang's banquet for lunch, or dinner or something, and then come back.

On the fifth day, Yang Dongxu gave Hao Yifan a song Li Zongsheng's "I Drank That Night" and Pan Yueyun's "Am I Your Favorite Person", but also gave him a large pile of manuscript paper.

Naturally, it is not a song in the manuscript paper, but the manga "Dragon Ball", and now at this time, Akira Toriyama is still serializing his manga "Aralei", so Yang Dongxu is ready to launch "Dragon Ball" in advance.

He didn't have any channels on RB's side, so he could only give Hao Yifan and ask him to mail the comic manuscript paper to RB's comic club. This pile of manuscript paper is a total of three parts, and the content can be serialized in three issues according to the layout of the current RB comics.

Yang Dongxu has no doubt that "Dragon Ball" will be a big hit, and the future world has proven it. However, because it was launched in advance, there was no guarantee that Yang Dongxu would have a comic club, so he was ready to cast a few more comic clubs to cast a net and focus on fishing.

"This shouldn't be easy, you should write a few more songs. Seeing that it was a comic, Hao Yifan lost interest. If the song can be sold for a high price by virtue of the fame it has already made before, but he really doesn't know anything about comics.

"Just ask RB about any big comic clubs or weekly magazines that serialize comics, and then send the manuscript in. Songs aren't that easy to write. Yang Dongxu waved his hand, learning Hao Yifan's words very easily.

"Okay, okay, you say what you say. ”

Although the two songs are a bit few, Hao Yifan also knows in his heart that songs are not clothes that can be made casually, so there are two songs that are a bit too few but they are satisfied. It's just that Yang Dongxu doesn't write songs and is a little unhappy to get unreliable comics, but Yang Dongxu obviously won't listen to him when he does things, so he can only do this.

In the following days, Yang Dongxu wrote songs from time to time, and more often drew comics. And the dialogue in the manga is all in Japanese.

As for why Yang Dongxu knows Japanese, it is natural and reborn before the island country*****....... Uh, no....... It's the reason why I read too many manga and anime.

After all, some translations are always so inadequate, and more action movies haven't been translated yet, so it's the coolest thing to look at the picture and match the voice, isn't it? So Yang Dongxu worked Japanese, at first, in case there was a chance to go to RB to be the actor or something, and it was convenient to know Japanese, isn't it? I didn't expect it to be used in comics now......

Writing songs, drawing comics, and going to the courtyard from time to time, or Wu Aibing's shop to have a look, Yang Dongxu's life back in Yanjing is also fulfilling.

It's that he needs to practice martial arts every morning to make him suffer a lot, after all, now it's no longer about putting on those familiar shapes, but about boxing, and every time he practices the big joints of the snake, the sourness is indescribable.

This is still the result of Yang Dongxu stretching his muscles and bones before, plus soaking herbs for more than half a year. According to Old Man Xuan's words, if you come up and practice this, the joints will not be able to withstand this kind of force at all, and it may cause habitual dislocation and leave some dark diseases.

However, after practicing Yang Dongxu, he got used to it, and after a week, he had a sense of qi, although this sense of qi is not like the internal force in martial arts novels, which can play the stunt effect of eighteen palms of the dragon or something.

However, it is still possible to use it in your hands to make the attack more powerful. Now Yang Dongxu has no problem singled out eleven or twelve-year-old children who are taller and stronger than him, and he has already cried several times.

As for when he can practice splitting bricks with one hand, and his delicate little palm will not be fractured, Yang Dongxu didn't dare to ask Old Man Xuan, so he could only try it himself when he was fine. After making his palms swollen like steamed buns a few times, Yang Dongxu ended this boring experiment and waited until he practiced for a few more months.

When the school year was about to start, Yang Dongxu liberated himself and no longer remembered any songs and drew comics. Get ready to have fun for a few days and then start coping with the boredom of school.

First of all, I naturally looked for Wu Xue and Da Fat to wander around together, and I missed it after not seeing him for a long time, especially Wu Xue, a little Lori, who is getting more and more smart, and her big eyes and long eyelashes blink as if she can speak.

Although Yang Dongxu doesn't have any hobbies to blame his uncle, he walks around hand in hand with such a little Lori, and is called Brother Xu sweetly, isn't it very refreshing?

The continuous relaxation and encouragement of the economy have made a lot of snacks appear in the streets and alleys, which undoubtedly meets the requirements of Yang Dongxu, a foodie, no need to grind his teeth on the sugar man and the old food of baked cakes, especially the popsicles that are not available in the countryside, which are not uncommon in Yanjing, and this summer is even more refreshing.

Holding Wu Xue's little hand, next to him was followed by a big fat man who was half a head taller than him, and the three of them were holding a popsicle in their hands, which made many children in the alley drool with envy.

It didn't take long for Yang Dongxu to come to Wu Aibing's shop, which was not very far from Yang's family banquet at the entrance of Wangfujing, and he walked a few steps to it.

"How's the business going these days?" Seeing that Da Fat reluctantly handed the popsicle in his other hand to Wu Aibing, Yang Dongxu asked.

It's already noon, and everyone is cooking lunch at home, or there is no one on the street at work, and there is no one in the store.

The entire store occupies about 60 square meters, with tape recorders on one shelf and cassette tapes on the other. At this time, a tape recorder was plugged in to play songs.

"I sold two tape recorders in a week, and I don't count a lot of tapes, but there should be more than a hundred. ”

From the beginning of the worry that he would not be able to sell, to now selling two tape recorders and more than 100 tapes a week, Wu Aibing is undoubtedly very satisfied with this performance.

After all, this is not the same as assembling a bicycle, this job does not contribute much at all, just sitting in the store and watching the guests, there is an income of hundreds of dollars a week, and anyone will grin all day long, and can still see the smile of the back molars.