In the early morning, the sky is bright, and there are already many people on the streets of Hong Kong who have stepped out of their homes, or go to work, or go to have morning tea.

Luk Yu Tea Room, 24 Stan Hong Street, Central, Hong Kong.

An old man wearing a Tang costume and carrying a birdcage in his hand was slowly walking towards the second floor of the teahouse.

The old man who was called Ding Ye greeted everyone with a smile on his face, and then skipped the group and arrived on the second floor of the tea room, and saw a group of old guys sitting in the corner of the window, drinking tea and eating.

At this time, among the people at that table, someone noticed the arrival of Ding Ye, and immediately got up and shouted with a smile: "Brother Ding is here!"

"Brother Ding!"

"Master Ding!"

"Lao Ding, why did you come!"

Ding Ye listened to the words of a group of old guys, and said with a smile: "You gang are fighting the streets, I came from Kowloon, it must be a little late, if it weren't for the fact that I have a fishing boat under my command, and there is no ferry so early, you let me fly over!"

"Kowloon?!" A few people next to him were stunned.

Ding Ye put aside the bird cage he was carrying, opened the black cloth covering it, teased the finches inside, and then turned around, poured himself a cup of tea, and said: "Yes, I've been very annoyed lately, I'm retired, and those boys in the club have to ask me to go over and preside over the meeting for them." ”

"Presiding over the conference, what kind of conference, Brother Ding!"

"I said Hongzhong, you are not a person who likes to inquire about secrets, why are you asking this. Ding Ye glanced at Hongzhong sitting next to him, scolded with a smile, and then looked at everyone and said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that there is a Sijiu boy who is watching the scene and provokes Huo Ye's eldest son, I can only sell this old face to visit Huo Ye." ”

"No!" A few old guys next to him widened their eyes, but they didn't expect that there would be a son who dared to provoke Huo Ye on the street.

"Yes, I'm all disgraced, in the future, I won't interfere in the affairs of the society, if I hadn't had a relationship with Huo Ye back then, I might not have given face this time. ”

Ding Ye sighed, don't look at him as an old-timer in the society, but he is not even a fart in front of Huo Ye, if it wasn't for the help of Huo Ye in the early years, I am afraid that he would not even be able to enter the door of other people's villas, this is still a ghost.

Hongzhong patted Ding Ye on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Brother Ding, don't think about these troubles, didn't you ask me to collect the old newspapers of the Oriental Daily? I will help you collect them, a total of twenty-one, starting from the day of issuance, not falling for a day." ”

"Oh, I've collected it, show it to me. ”

As soon as Ding Ye heard that the newspaper had been collected, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached out and took a thick stack of newspapers from Hongzhong's hand.

After taking the newspaper, Ding Ye ignored a few old guys next to him, flipped through the first issue, drank tea, read the newspaper, and applauded from time to time.

Hongzhong on the side asked curiously: "Brother Ding, what's so good about this Oriental Daily? It's all boring news, and there are no martial arts novels by Jin Yong Liang Hansheng, so it's better to read Ming Pao!"

Hearing this, Ding Ye didn't raise his head, so he said casually: "The main magazine is nothing to look at, but the supplement is a good novel, but unfortunately I didn't find it earlier, and I haven't read all the contents, so I don't ask you to help me collect it." ”

"Oh? Hongzhong casually picked up a newspaper from the Oriental Daily on the table, found the novel published in the supplement, and began to read it regardless of the end.

A few old fellows on the side, seeing that both of them were reading the newspaper, simply joined in, each picked up the newspaper on the table, or called the waiter, and asked him to bring a few newspapers and periodicals such as "Ming Pao" and "Wen Wei Po" today.

Ten minutes passed in a hurry.

Not only was Ding Ye fascinated by it, but Hongzhong, who was watching from the side, was also caught in it and couldn't extricate himself.

Tomb robbery novels such as "Ghost Blowing the Lantern - Tomb Robbery Notes", as long as you read it, it is basically difficult to get out of it, not to mention the colloquial language that is almost close to reality, just those peculiar tomb robbery tools and tomb robbery techniques, coupled with the rendering of background descriptions, human curiosity about unknown things, and the desire to solve puzzles in the hearts of hooked people are getting stronger and stronger.

"It's well written. "Hongzhong is very slow to read the newspaper, and the content of 4,000 words has been read for about ten minutes, and when he puts down the newspaper and looks up, he finds that Brother Ding has long since changed the first newspaper.

When Ding Ye heard this, he raised his head and said with a smile: "Haha, I just said that this tomb robbery novel is interesting, I have been obsessed with it recently, and I deliberately let people find the big smoker we met in the walled city when we first came to Hong Kong from the mainland." ”

Hongzhong frowned, thought for a few seconds, and finally remembered who this big smoker was, and couldn't help but be surprised: "That old guy is not dead yet?!"

Ding Ye said: "It's not dead, and somehow, since this old boy sold the ruby dug up from Cixi's tomb, he married a wife and gave birth to a daughter, and later the daughter married the son of the leprosy dog in the east of the walled city. ”

Hongzhong knew that the big smoker was selling rubies, and he thought that the other party would be defeated, but he didn't expect to marry a wife and have a daughter, and when he thought of the plot in the book, he was surprised: "Is this kid touching the golden captain?"

"Ghost touch Jin Lieutenant!" Ding Ye sneered: "I asked the old boy, he did an inverted fight in his early years, and he was also mixed up behind a person who was said to be a ghost in the tomb at that time, and was later arrested by Sun Dianying, the first thief of the Republic of China who stole the Qing Tomb, and forced this group of people to dig Cixi's tomb." ”

"It doesn't seem like this book was written in a blind spot. Hongzhong remembered that there was another name for tomb robbery mentioned in the book, which was called inverted bucket.

Ding Ye said happily: "I let people read this book to the old boy, he was very happy to listen to it, what to say, at that time, the ghost in the tomb did take the big white goose into the tomb to talk about the truth, mainly to see if there was any poisonous gas in the tomb." Don't say it, this writing is really a bit famous!"

Suddenly, Ding Ye sighed and said, "It's a pity. This newspaper also publishes such braille every day, and it is not enjoyable to read at all, I really want to see what it is like in the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, how many treasures are in it, good things. ”

Hongzhong thought for a while and said, "I know the owner of this newspaper, and I don't know if he has any manuscripts. ”

"Do you know the owner of this newspaper? Ding Ye was stunned.

"It's the Ma family brothers who sell powder in Fuyixing. ”

"The two of them?!" Ding Ye said in surprise: "Then Ma Rulong doesn't sell powder, what kind of newspaper does he run?"

"I don't know. Hongzhong shook his head and said: "Maybe it's thinking of changing your livelihood, I heard my son say that Lei Luo has recently retired, and this Lan Gang is about to take up the post of Inspector Zonghua, and before this, Lei Luo's territory and business will all be redivided, I am thinking, the people of Fuyixing are afraid that they will be miserable!"

Speaking of this, Hongzhong smiled and said, "You righteous groups are going to rise." ”

"What's wrong with me, I don't care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes for a long time!" Ding Ye waved his hand.

...

Oriental Press.

Ma Rulong sat on the main chair, looked at the sales and advertising reports of the last 20 days in his hand, and looked at Li Daoguang who he had dug up with satisfaction: "Editor-in-Chief Li has done a good job recently, and the sales and advertising revenue are gradually rising." ”

During this time, Lei Luo's retirement and redivision of territory caused him to have no time at all, let alone take care of his own newspaper.

"Yes. Li Daoguang said with a smile: "From selling more than 2,000 copies of the newspaper at the beginning, it has increased to 8,000 copies this morning, and I think it will definitely be able to sell 10,000 copies a day in a few days." ”

"Hmm. Ma Rulong nodded slightly, although the newspaper has made a little profit recently, he doesn't care about that money at all.

Li Daoguang said: "President, our newspaper has recently cooperated with Hong Kong Commercial Radio, and it is estimated that in early October, the sales of our newspaper will still rise. ”

"Hmm, cooperate with commercial radio?!" Ma Rulong was stunned.

It is Huo Sheng's "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". Li Daoguang said: "Huo Sheng sold the broadcasting rights of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" to the commercial radio station, and I communicated with He Zuozhi of the commercial station, and after he made a radio drama, we helped him promote it in the newspaper every day, and he would also help us promote it on the radio. ”

Huo Yaowen!

Ma Rulong then remembered Huo Yaowen, and said in surprise: "The recent increase in newspaper sales is not the credit of Huo Sheng's "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"?"

"There are sections. Li Daoguang naturally can't say no, and he can't admit it all, he can only say that there are some, but he still said: "Recently, I am going to increase Huo Sheng's manuscript fee, and many people in the newspaper write to us every day, asking us to print more content of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". ”

"Hehe, it seems that my Bole has found a thousand-mile horse. Huo Sheng's manuscript fee is going to rise, don't be poached by people from other newspapers. By the way, how much does he pay now?"

Ma Rulong is happy, the increase in manuscript fees is trivial to him, anyway, his main business is not this, as long as the newspaper does not lose money and sales increase significantly, it is a good thing for him.

"Thirty in a thousand words. ”

"Thirty words in a thousand words, what about other writers?" Ma Rulong didn't know much about this matter.

"It's not comparable. Li Daoguang said: "Mr. Jin Yong is two hundred words per thousand, but it is impossible for him to write for other newspapers, my idea is to give Huo Sheng fifty words per thousand, and a rise of twenty should be enough." ”

Ma Rulong frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "Fifty words for a thousand words is too little, one hundred words for a thousand words, since Huo Sheng's book has boosted the sales of the newspaper, we can't be too stingy." And you can't just rely on Huo Sheng's manuscript, what if it's finished? So you still have to think of more ways to pull some other writers to write for us. ”

"Okay, I got the president. The corners of Li Daoguang's mouth twitched, fifty words in a thousand words is actually not a lot, but since the president spoke, one hundred words per thousand words is one hundred, anyway, the newspaper has recently increased the sales of Huo Yaowen's books, so it is good to increase the manuscript fee a little more, so as to avoid being poached by people from other newspapers.