Lao Lin, who had blown the air conditioner all day, but still sweated all day, was urged by Jiang Ping to take a bath when he got home.

The family of four took turns to finish personal hygiene, and when the movement in the bathroom stopped, it was already half past nine.

Xiaoxiao, who had accompanied Jiang Ping to go shopping all day, entered the room and fell asleep, so that Lin Miao, who was so excited that she wanted to play "Fairy Sword" for a while and then sleep, could only give up. But after all, being idle is also idle, waiting for Lao Lin and Jiang Ping to lock the door of their bedroom, Lin Miao sat alone in the living room for half an hour, and made an outline of "The Truth: What Are We Talking About When We Are Talking About Others".

Well, yes, Lao Lin's new book outline.

When such a big thing happens, a great writer can't give him 100,000 words, make a speech, share his mental journey, how can he be worthy of so many readers who support him and even fight with others for him? How can he be worthy of the industry and market that have awarded him so many honors and respects? How can he be worthy of so many leaders of relevant departments who are busy for him?

So although he said that he was going to seal the pen, is it a matter of whether he will seal the pen now?

This is the minimum sense of social responsibility as a person, and the minimum professional responsibility as a nationally renowned writer!

To the matter of sealing the pen......

Let's wait until this new book is sold, after all, I have a strong feeling that the manuscript fee will increase again next month......

"In order to give back to the society, the book is priced at 25 yuan. You can't buy 25 yuan, and you can't afford to be fooled. Lin Guorong, a well-known writer, tells you with his personal experience: Society will always stand on the side of the truth, the eyes of the masses will be clear, the country will certainly uphold justice, and the bad guys will be punished! If you buy three copies at a time, you will also get a hardcover edition of the non-sale giveaway signed by Lao Lin, on a first-come, first-served basis, and there are only 1,000 copies of the giveaway! What are you still hesitating about!?" While writing the outline, Lin Miao kept pushing in her mouth, the more she pressed, the more excited she became, and the more excited she was, the more she couldn't sleep. The excitement of thinking that his family would soon earn millions a year and that he would be able to place an order for Boeing to buy an airplane in a few years simply made him unable to stop.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Jiang Ping rushed out of the room and scolded Lin Miao with her head and face, and Lin Miao stopped.

"No reason, I didn't just have a national grand prize and an international gold award, why can I be scolded like this?" Lin Miao stood in front of the big mirror in the bathroom and brushed her teeth, looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed with emotion, "The key is that I still look spicy and cute......"

After brushing his teeth, he turned off the lights in the living room.

The house was plunged into darkness and silence.

Lin Miao returned to her small storage room in the dark, climbed a small ladder to get to bed, and touched Qian Zhongshu's "Written on the Edge of Life" placed at the bedside, she didn't have the strength to read it again, she slammed it very simply, accurately put the book on the table under the bed, and then put Jiang Ping on it, and rolled the quilt with the warm breath of being exposed to the sun, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Anything that can't sleep is fake, it's just that you don't toss enough......

……

The entire Oucheng District is from the lights of thousands of homes to the quietness of all the voices.

A few hours later, just after 4 a.m., millions of people were still asleep in sweet dreams, and a handful of busy people rushing to make a living broke the silence of the night earlier.

In the three alleys of Xueyuan Road, Wang Bin, a swarthy teenager, rode out of his house on a tricycle, facing the increasingly cold morning breeze, and came to the newspaper outlet early under the illumination of street lamps and moonlight.

The outlet had opened its doors earlier, and the house was brightly lit, and more than a dozen workers were busy, moving cartloads of newspapers down and putting them away. Wang Bin walked in, and the manager of the consignment point nodded to him and said that he would move by himself, so there was nothing superfluous. Wang Bin didn't delay, walked to the shelf, and began to pick up the goods.

Wang Bin took his father's class, and his father used to do the work of delivering newspapers, but now his parents have rented a storefront and sold breakfast instead, earning much more than delivering newspapers. His father didn't want to see him idle at home all day after graduating from junior high school, so he arranged such an errand for him. And Wang Bin is also a real person, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, and if he has money, he will not earn it for nothing, as for the concern that he will be ridiculed by his peers for delivering newspapers - he thinks that people who laugh at him are more funny. Lao Tzu is so self-reliant, compared to your group of people who only mix on the street all day long and smoke can only talk about the "root" to buy goods, who is more faceless?

Walking to the shelf, Wang Bin quickly searched for and selected what he wanted to buy.

There are more than forty kinds of newspapers in this outlet. Wang Bin buys only 20 kinds of newspapers a day, a total of 2,000 copies, and sells them to newsstands and bookstores around Xueyuan Road at a profit of one yuan per 100 copies. With this job, he can earn about 20 yuan a day.

However, not an average of 100 copies of each of the 20 kinds of newspapers will be purchased, and if some of them sell well and the market demand is large, he will buy more, even 200 or 300 copies, and if the demand is small, he may only buy 20 or 30 copies. But the total amount must not change, and it should be settled with the consignment point. The accounts cannot be messed up. As for the limited manpower of the consignment point, there is no one to help with the handle, so Wang Bin can only count the number of newspapers by himself, and then move them to the tricycle by himself, whether he will hack some of the newspapers in the consignment point in the process, that can only be said - Dongou City, this place, doing business is actually very simple.

How much money to pay, how much to take, the quality and quantity of the shipment, and the children who pay are not bullied. Whoever dares to break the rules, then I'm sorry, this line of business will be your business in the future. To sum up, there are two words: integrity.

And Wang Bin is naturally honest.

After all, only a pure pen, for those few cents, would give away his income of more than 600 yuan a month.

Under the bright incandescent lamp of the consignment point, Wang Bin quickly found his main target, Dongou Daily. He picked up the newspaper, glanced at the headlines of the day, and then unsurprisingly curled the corners of his mouth.

On the page, there are four pieces of news related to Lao Lin and Lin Miao. Article 1 The city leaders inspected the industrial park on Hubin Road and gave instructions, requiring the development of Dongou City's industries in multiple directions, and the wording was particularly compulsive. However, usually in newspapers that publish this kind of news, Wang Bin only uses it to wipe his ass. Wang Bin swept it at a glance, and there was indeed Lao Lin's name in this news. Then look at the other three, and the mood will be even happier.

The first is two great pieces of good news.

The two-word font of good news is the largest one Wang Bin has seen since he started his career. The four words "good news" and "good news" are impossible for people not to pay attention to. On the very side of the page, there was a line "Announcement of the Investigation Results of the Supervision Department of the Office of the Provincial Government of Qujiang Province", mentioning that "the recent report of the "Qujiang Nandu Daily" on the work of the education system in Dongou City is purely fabricated facts", and at the end of the article, it even demanded, "Please "ask the "Qujiang Nandu Daily" to clarify as soon as possible and apologize to the individuals and organs involved in the report.

Wang Bin, who had been arguing with the penmen for a whole week, saw this report, and his whole body was instantly chilled.

"Cool!" Wang Bin put the newspaper down, turned his head and shouted at the manager of the sales agency, "Lao Zhou!" I will take 400 copies of Dongou Daily today!"

"Okay! move it yourself!" Lao Zhou, who was serving VIP customers, couldn't look down on Wang Bin's amount at all, didn't look back, and replied with a loud voice.

Wang Bin smiled, lifted his sleeves and started drying.

Hundreds of copies of "Dongou Daily" were loaded onto a tricycle by him in minutes, and then they were "Dongou Overseas Chinese Township Daily", "Qujiang News", "Sports Daily" and other newspapers with very large sales. And every time Wang Bin moves, his mood gets better and better.

I don't know if these newspapers have colluded well, but in today's newspapers, throughout the province, he counted them carefully, and there were actually more than 20 kinds of newspapers that published the news of Lin Miao's award, and several newspapers even openly raised slogans to denounce the "Qujiang Nandu Daily", and the headline was extremely angry that the "Qujiang Nandu Daily" lied without blinking, damaging the reputation of the press and disrupting society.

When Wang Bin got these newspapers, he couldn't wait to run back now and paste these things on his face.

That group of bad pens, the news came out on TV last night, and they still had to be hard-mouthed.

Now dozens of media have been published in black and white, Wang Bin really wants to hear what more stupid things they can say.

A dozen newspapers were picked, leaving the difference between the last dozens of copies. Wang Bin walked around the huge shelves, and finally stood in front of the "Qujiang Nandu Daily", picked up a copy with disdain, and saw the news on the front page that the provincial leader attended a certain event again, but the so-called special comment about Lao Lin was completely missing. Wang Bin carefully read the front page guide, and there was no relevant content in the guide, obviously, this special comment was not written at all.

"Jumping and cowardly, garbage reporting ......"

Wang Bin put down the newspaper gently, casually counted thirty copies of "Qujiang Health News" from the side, grabbed it with one hand, turned his head and left.

He will never buy "Qujiang Nandu Daily" again in his life, such a newspaper is not worthy of food.

……

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the sky is getting brighter.

Wang Bin pedaled a tricycle full of 1,000 newspapers back to Xueyuan Road, and then went door-to-door to deliver newspapers to newsstands and bookstores. Every time I go to a place, I will excitedly tell the boss about Lin Miao's award. Some bosses would be happy to say a few more words to him, while others had ugly faces and asked him if he didn't have "Qujiang Nandu Daily", and after getting a negative answer, he could only buy a few more copies of "Dongou Daily" as the only supplement. And the same thing happens in almost every corner of Dongou City.

Justice will not be absent, just slightly late.

By the time Wang Bin finished delivering the newspaper, the sky was already bright.

He rode his empty car to his parents' shop for breakfast.

Passing by Xinhua Bookstore on the way, outside the bookstore, a huge display board attracts people's attention.

There is a big line of words written on the sign: Lin Guorong's new book "Ask: Lin Guorong's Literary View", there are not many goods, you have to buy it quickly!

The corners of Wang Bin's mouth grinned, and he scolded: "Damn, everyone pushes the wall down, and everyone will come to support it when it is alive." A bunch of snobbish snobs!"