The streets of the deep city were bustling, Guo Yang kept shuttling through the crowd, suddenly his nose was a little itchy, and he couldn't help sneezing, he rubbed his nose and felt a little inexplicable.

The weather is not cold these days, how can you catch a cold? Guo Yang shook his head and glanced at the address on the newspaper in his hand, the address was correct, but where is Nanguo Xiaoyu?

Guo Yang looked at the dilapidated tiled house in front of him and was speechless for a while, this is an urban village in Shenzhen, the low tiled house is particularly abrupt in the embrace of high-rise buildings, according to the address on the newspaper, Nanguo Xiaoyu Newspaper should be here, but he has turned around twice, and he still hasn't found it.

Could it be that a newspaper with the right to publish can be reduced to the point of falsifying its address? Isn't this a routine of printing and distributing tabloids specifically for the treatment of men's hidden diseases or for selling aphrodisiac drugs?

Guo Yang decided to look for another circle, if he couldn't find it again, he would go home, although he has been relatively wealthy recently, but he can't waste it so much, he still wants to ask Wang Huaiyu to talk again.

Walking in an urban village full of history, Guo Yang dodges the sewage flowing on the ground from time to time, as well as the domestic garbage that can be seen everywhere, and the wires above the alleys are intertwined like spider webs.

No matter how developed a city is, there will always be areas of uneven development, and this is the case in this urban village, until later generations, although this situation has been alleviated, but it is still not completely solved, and this kind of place has become the place where the city hides dirt and dirt.

In later generations, the land price in Shenzhen can be described as "every inch of land", and the high land price combined with higher demolition costs makes developers daunted by this urban village.

This soon became a vicious circle, the higher the price, the more unnoticed, but the longer it dragged on, the higher the price of land, and because of this, it remained the same as it is in later generations.

A wire runs across the alley, with a slight droop in the middle, less than an inch away from the top of Guo Yang's head, seeing this scene Guo Yang couldn't help but bow his head slightly, and carefully walked through.

At this moment, Guo Yang's heart moved, now unlike later generations, there are relatively small equipment such as electronic printing presses, and most of the equipment used in newspapers is still old-fashioned circular letterpress printing presses, which are not only large in size, but also require large electrical energy, and ordinary wires can not withstand such overloads.

Moreover, due to the limitations of the Internet in this era, most of the electronic versions of the paper are not yet available, so there are few cases where the newspaper office and the printing house are separated.

Because after the finalization, it also needs typesetting, and immediately after typesetting, there will be a trial version, but the typesetting and trial version have to be completed by the printing house, and if the newspaper office is too far from the printing house, it will be too troublesome to work.

Thinking of this, Guo Yang looked up and looked for it in the messy lines, and at a glance he found that unique cable, which was particularly eye-catching in the comparison of countless low-load wires that solve the problem of daily electricity.

No one will use such a thick cable at home, seeing this Guo Yang smiled heartily, and walked down the alley in the direction of the cable, and finally he found a more inconspicuous alley, because of its inconspicuousness, Guo Yang passed by here twice, thinking that it was just a road between houses.

In such a narrow alley, how did the newspaper get out, Guo Yang couldn't help but be a little suspicious, but the direction of the cable was indeed stretching to this side, and he faintly heard the sound of rhythmic machinery running in the depths of the alley, this is the sound of the printing press, yes, thinking of this, Guo Yang was patient and continued to walk inside.

Finally, after turning a street corner, Guo Yang found the location of the Nanguo Xiaoyu Newspaper, which looked more than shabby.

A sign more than a foot long, the white lacquer surface has become a little mottled because of the climate of the deep city, and the words "Nanguo Xiaoyu" are written in black paint, and the whole sign is nailed to the door frame, which looks crumbling in the rhythmic sound of the printing press.

However, it is obvious that this brand has played its due role, if it were not for its existence, Guo Yang would not have believed that there was a newspaper hidden in the door in front of him, which had decayed to the point of leaking a few holes! In contrast, the mottled sign on the door frame could be described as shiny as new.

What kind of routine is this? Is it hidden in the city, or is there something else? Guo Yang stood in front of the door of the newspaper office, hesitating whether to push the door and go in, and from time to time some inexplicable pictures came to mind in his mind.

For example, when he pushes the door, there is printing equipment full of science and technology, and several staff members in neat overalls walk through it, or he pushes open the door, and inside is a modern office building, and countless people are bowing their heads and writing hard or tapping on the keyboard quickly.

Shaking his head and throwing out the unrealistic picture in his mind, Guo Yang laughed self-deprecatingly. He glanced at the newspaper in his hand, and the signature under the report on the riverside singer was not a pseudonym.

Thinking of this, Guo Yang cautiously pushed the door, for fear that he would push the whole door down with excessive force. It's just that the door didn't let it be pushed open, and it was clear that the inside had been chained.

Seeing this situation, Guo Yang was even more puzzled, there was a strangeness everywhere, how could there be a serious newspaper office with its doors closed, and it was not engaged in underground work.

But it was a newspaper with a publishing license, otherwise the hotel waiter wouldn't have bought it from the street.

Guo Yang, who was a little helpless, pulled the knocker on the door, and he used it a little harder, for fear that the sound of the knocker would be covered by the noise of the printing press inside.

Guo Yang waited in front of the door for a while, there was no movement in the door, seeing this situation Guo Yang buckled the door knocker a few times again, this time he used more force, and there was a movement in the house, only to hear a hoarse and slightly old voice come out, "It's coming!

Guo Yang saw a figure flash in the hole in the door, and then a bloodshot eye came out of the hole, this scene couldn't help but make Guo Yang's scalp a little numb, this daylight is not haunted.

Maybe he was a little impatient with Guo Yang's stunned look, but he only listened to the voice inside and said: "Hey! What are you stunned about! If you have something, just say that I'm still busy inside!"

Hearing him say this, Guo Yang coughed lightly, glanced at the signature of the report in the newspaper, and said, "Hello uncle, is Qinglan in our newspaper?"

Hearing Guo Yang's intentions, it was obvious that the old man inside was a little more vigilant, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? What are you doing with her?"

Guo Yang's heart flashed, and he suddenly thought of the small advertisement in the newspaper, and hurriedly said: "I opened a clinic by myself, and I want to find her to advertise in your newspaper." ”

After Guo Yang finished speaking, his face couldn't help but turn a little red, and he said in a self-deprecating heart: I didn't expect that now I would also get involved in the business of treating male hidden diseases.

But apparently his excuse worked, and the old man inside the door let down his vigilance, and said as he opened the door: "Oh, come to advertise, it's over, come in." ”

As he spoke, he welcomed Guo Yang in, and then closed the door heavily, and for a while the dust flew with sawdust.

"Uncle, won't the door really fall down like this?" Guo Yang was startled by the sound of the door closing, and asked in surprise.

"Hey, it's okay, it's sturdy, come with me! Saying that, Guo Yang heard the old man's words and understood that Qinglan should be Xiaowen's pen name in his mouth.

Turning a shadow wall, Guo Yang came to a small courtyard, which was a very small courtyard, and the ground was full of bags of newspapers, which seemed to be about to be sent out.