Seeing Guo Dalu's urine, Jiang Dongliu really couldn't associate him with a novelist. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

is such a guy who likes to cause trouble, if you want to say that he is a character in martial arts novels, Jiang Dongliu is one hundred and twenty people who believe it, but if he is a well-educated person who writes novels in reality, and kills Jiang Dongliu, he will not believe it.

But it's just such a guy who wrote such an amazing martial arts novel.

In fact, from the heart, the book "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is considered a brilliant masterpiece in martial arts novels, but if it is compared with traditional classic literature, it is still inferior in terms of writing and ideological connotation.

At best, such a book can only be classified as a "strange book", and cannot be called a classic.

But today's society is impetuous, the pace of life is accelerating, ordinary people and citizens have been difficult to calm down to read some really profound words, now everyone likes to hunt for curiosity, like some speed reading can make people relax, and the most mindless and relaxing reading is martial arts novels.

Guo Dalu launched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" at this time, which is a peerless opportunity.

In today's world, the martial arts novels of the Great Xia Kingdom in the East and the chivalric literature of Western countries are called two wonderful flowers in the history of literature.

Both types of culture are related to violence, but both are above reality, and the protagonists in the books are highly skilled, handsome and well-cultivated, and the final endings of these literary stories are often extremely satisfying and enviable, often a double harvest of love and career.

Novels of this genre have a great sense of involvement and self-hypnosis, and people who have been devastated by the real society now like this kind of literature full of fantasy and simple structure.

In fact, this has been the case since ancient times.

Popular literature in the market is always more acceptable to the common people than rigorous and profound palace literature.

It's not bad to have a good spring and white snow, but the literary literacy of ordinary people can't reach it, and they can't absorb the nutrients to enrich themselves, so they can only retreat to the next best thing and read some lighter literary works to pass the time.

But even popular literature is not something that ordinary people can write, not to mention that such an excellent popular work as "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has reached a certain literary height, not just a martial arts story.

People who can have this kind of literary literacy are generally very good at cultivating themselves, and there are few people like Guo Dalu, who carries two bone chopping knives to show off his might in the vegetable market, and behaves in a violent way.

"Hey, Da Lu, our publishing house has already decided on a plan to promote your Condor shooting, do you want to go through it?"

When he walked out of the vegetable market, Jiang Dongliu asked Guo Dalu: "Do you want to give some opinions?"

Guo Dalu taught a lesson to a bunch of unscrupulous traders at this moment, and he was in a good mood, and when he heard this, he said: "What opinion can I have? Besides, even if I have an opinion, can you really listen to it?"

Jiang Dongliu said with a smile: "After all, you are the author, and we still attach great importance to some suggestions." ”

Guo Dalu didn't believe it, "Okay, don't say polite words, I guess because of the copyright royalty issue, the president of your family hates me to the core, so I don't want to be bored!

Jiang Dongliu smiled, "Well, our propaganda has just begun, and I hope to have a good start." ”

In fact, Guo Dalu really didn't guess wrong, because Guo Dalu's repeated insistence on royalties and copyrights caused Wang Qinglong, the president of the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House, to have an extremely bad impression of Guo Dalu.

Now, if Guo Dalu really gives his opinion to the publishing house, I'm afraid no one will really listen to him.

Jiang Dongliu knew this situation, and when he saw that Guo Dalu actually said it to the point, he couldn't help but look at Guo Dalu with admiration, "I was almost deceived by this guy's rude appearance! How many guys who can write this kind of novel have low IQ?"

After Jiang Dongliu left, Guo Dalu cleaned up the meat stall and began to leave.

He only sells meat in the vegetable market every morning, and after selling about 100 catties, he goes home, and never sells more.

He had something to do today, and after packing up his things, he drove his tricycle to Baolan Railway Station.

In front of the train station, Guo Dalu drove the tricycle to the front of a nearby supermarket and shouted to the supermarket owner: "Wu Heizi, help me watch the car for a while!"

When the supermarket owner Wu Changgui raised his eyes and saw that it was Guo Dalu, he suddenly jumped up from the cash register in fright, and he didn't even care if the water cup in front of him knocked it over, and hurriedly ran out of the supermarket: "Guo Ye, are you here?"

He took the tricycle attentively, "You just put this car here, how many people in the whole Baolan City dare to touch your things? Who doesn't know your tricycle?"

Guo Dalu smiled: "Look at it well, if you don't have a piece of paint, I won't be able to spare you!"

Wu Changgui nodded: "Don't worry, even if my shop burns down, Guo Ye, there will be no problem with your car!"

Guo Dalu waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the exit of the train station.

Looking at Guo Dalu's distant figure, a young man ran out of the supermarket and asked Wu Changgui: "Boss Wu, who is this person? I'm embarrassed to ride out of this broken three-wheeler?

Wu Changgui's body trembled, and he suddenly raised his hand and gave the young man a mouthful, "Does he know who he is? Guo Ye is also what you can say behind your back?"

He didn't have a big mouth, and he raised his leg and kicked it again, "Do you know what this tricycle is for? Well? Three years ago, there were a few people in the underground boss of Baolan City who didn't ride in this car? Do you know how they got into this car? It was all thrown in by Guo Ye with his legs broken!"

The young man was beaten by Wu Changgui with gold stars in his eyes, his cheeks bulged high, and his nosebleeds flowed out, he was shocked, frightened and confused, and whimpered: "Boss, who is he?"

Wu Changgui said: "He is Guo Cannon!"

The little young man's body trembled, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Three years ago, because of an ordinary fight, who knew that Guo Dalu, a ruthless man, was provoked.

At that time, a small gang of guys collected money from a few meat vendors to clean up Guo Dalu, who knew that Guo Dalu was reversed to clean up, and finally sent away Guo Dalu to ride a tricycle to make trouble in Baolan City, and broke the legs of 13 high-end clubs, bathing centers and other leading figures in Baolan City and still showed the public on the tricycle on the street, which alarmed the entire Baolan City that night and caused a big storm.

In the future, Guo Dalu was regarded as a god by these underground begging guys, and he was passed on as a god, and there are various versions of folk legends, so he was almost said to be a god with three heads and six arms.

Now that he heard that this person just now turned out to be the legendary Guo Dalu, the beaten young man finally knew why Wu Changgui was so low-voiced.

Guo Dalu walked to the exit of the train station, and after standing for a long time, he saw a long-legged girl with a backpack jumping out of the station.

The girl was tall and long-legged, with long black hair tied into a ponytail that protruded from behind the cap she wore on her head, swaying slightly as she walked.

The girl's bright eyes and delicate face are delicate, and the whole person is like a cheerful deer full of vitality, full of youthful breath from the inside out.

She just glanced at the gate of the train station, and saw Guo Dalu, who stood out from the crowd or the donkey among the sheep.

"Brother Dalu, I'm here!"

The girl ran to Guo Dalu with a smile, "Brother Dalu, do you miss me these days?"

Guo Dalu grimaced, "I don't want to!"

"Nasty!"

The girl reached out and pinched Guo Dalu's arm, "Don't you dare to miss me!"

Guo Dalu was most afraid that she would pinch people, so he hurriedly surrendered, raised his hands and said: "Think about it! I almost want to die on our path! Don't pinch, don't pinch!