Chapter 164: Something Happened

People always sigh about a thing after a period of time in the past, saying that everything is wrong with things and people, and seeing everything is wrong with things and people, as if they can't prove that they have grown up if they don't say that things are wrong or wrong.

In ancient times, when people had this mentality, they would choose to sing poetry. For example: "The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year." Another example: "This year's flowers will change color, who will be there next year?"

Nowadays, people feel that things are wrong, and they will use an expression [/ smile] plus a sentence MMP.

This is also a matter of right and wrong.

But for Blue Star, things are no longer enough to describe the changes in the world.

This year, Project Sunshine became known.

In the same year, the Wen Group and Youjian Bookstore Share Fund, which are behind the Sunshine Project, were also well known.

There is a bookstore in Jiangcheng, and it has also become a legend on the Internet. All those who come to Jiangcheng must go to the place not the Yellow River Building, but a bookstore.

Even though all bookstores today have a special section of a bookstore, it is definitely not as attractive as the content of a bookstore.

As for Luo Wei, the founder of a bookstore, he has become the person everyone has always wanted to meet. But there was no wind at all...... It was as if the man had disappeared.

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Wudang Mountain in Jiangbei Province, like all scenic spots, has its own forbidden area, which is the so-called place where tourists stop, in addition to the tourist area for people to visit.

At the corner of the mountain, a secluded courtyard is hidden in the clouds, but it rises among the peaks. At the entrance of the courtyard wall, there is an inscription with the three big characters of vermilion Qingfeng Pavilion written on it.

Zhang Shan, the new generation of leaders of Wudang. The last time Luo Wei came to attend that exchange meeting, he was the one who received him. But in this Qingfeng Pavilion, Zhang Shan's attitude is extremely low now. With him were three old men with gray hair, and the three elders sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at Zhang Shan opposite each other.

"Qingxu, you came to the back mountain to see us, is there something wrong in the mountain?"

Qingxu is the road number of Zhang Shan.

"The three uncles and ancestors, now that the domestic national art is flourishing, I want the disciples of Wudang to go out for a walk and come to the world. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing the words of the prosperity of the national arts, the three old men thought that they had heard it wrong, and after glancing at each other, they asked Zhang Shan, "Is there something going on in the country?"

Zhang Shan knew the meaning of several uncles and ancestors, they had experienced the era of the weakening of the national arts, and now they suddenly heard the four words of the prosperity of the national arts, and it was inevitable that they would feel strange. Replaced by Zhang Shan himself, when he first knew the current situation, he couldn't believe it, and thought he had heard it wrong.

But Zhang Shan thought of that young figure and the magical bookstore, and finally chose to believe it.

"Uncle Shi, there are more and more young people learning national art now. And the young masters of national art are also emerging in endlessly, and Qingxu is not lying about it. When Zhang Shan said this, he took out a pad, made a few gestures, found a lot of news and videos, and handed it to the three old men.

There are constant references to bookstores and chefs, schools, basketball, football, ..... It doesn't seem to have anything to do with national arts. With doubts, the three old men continued to flip through.

The word "national art" was finally mentioned in the news.

[The correct name of the Internet celebrity bookstore: Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School students have national arts, and they are recognized by the National Arts Association, and they claim to have a bookstore....]

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[Internet celebrity bookstores have driven the boom of national arts, and martial arts apprentices across the country have formed teams to go to bookstores, but they are actually for....]

[Zhou Wenzhong, a representative of Southern Boxing, issued a statement to encourage his disciples to enter the bookstore to practice....]

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"What's going on with this bookstore, is it some kind of bad atmosphere of qigong? You can't wade through this kind of troubled water. ”

"Uncle Shi rest assured, Qingxu knows. But Uncle Shi, you are wrong, this bookstore is a regular bookstore. I also know the owner of the bookstore, and he also came to Wudang during the last national arts exchange meeting, and he also played with other masters. ”

"So this bookstore is still a sect?"

Zhang Shan rolled his eyes silently, knowing that several uncles and ancestors had misunderstood again, and hurriedly explained: "Master Luo is not from the rivers and lakes, he is actually a bookstore. However, there is something special about this bookstore, and according to what I have heard, people who go to his bookstore to read books can always learn what they want to learn quickly. ”

"Including national arts?" The three old men were shocked that there was still this kind of play.

"It seems that yes, the authenticity of these news is very high, and there are many people who confirm it. Zhang Shan nodded, he was on the mountain, in fact, it was all hearsay. But judging from the information we know now, this kind of thing is a bit unbelievable.

"If this is really the case, it is a good thing that the national art boom has appeared. In this case, Wudang can't be missed. Qingxu, since you know that Master Luo, then you can take some disciples down the mountain, don't fall into the name of Wudang. ”

"Yes!"

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Maybe even Luo Wei himself didn't expect that the bookstore would change the world, and the first thing that would have an effect was the national art industry.

This scene did not only happen in Wudang, but all sects and martial arts halls across the country sent their own people out of the mountain.

A large wave of people is coming towards a bookstore.

The one who is close to Jiangcheng came directly. Far away, I first went to the popular bookstore near me to have a look, and then rushed to Jiangcheng non-stop, just to have another look at the main store.

This crazy scene faintly has the rhythm of a martial arts event.

And Luo Wei also noticed something wrong at this time, he was in the Jiangcheng head office, and he happened to receive a person.... Zhao Li.

Zhao Li is still the same, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he has the temperament of a night bodyguard. The first thing they said when they met was to ridicule: "Master Luo, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and now I have to call you the big boss." ”

"Minister Zhao is so polite, why haven't I seen you come to the bookstore to read. Luo Wei pulled his mouth, he hadn't seen Zhao Li since the national arts exchange meeting. Hearing him say this, Luo Wei realized a problem, since they planned to shop, more than a year has passed.

Zhao Li rolled his eyes: "The salary is too small, look down on it." ”

This is really not Zhao Li's nonsense, when he just came up, he looked downstairs in addition to 5,000 files, there was an empty shelf of 10,000 yuan, and it was conceivable that this surnamed Luo was going to do something again. With his dead salary as a civil servant, it's strange that he can afford to read books.

"Hehe!" Luo Wei laughed a few times and asked, "Brother Zhao is looking for me this time for private matter or official matter?"

"Business. ”

"Tut-tut, Brother Zhao makes my heart so cold, sure enough, he has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, it's too realistic. ”

Zhao Li pulled his mouth silently and changed the topic: "Recently, a large number of colleagues in the national art world feel that Jiang Cheng is coming, you should pay more attention here." ”

Luo Wei was stunned: "What does this have to do with me?"

Zhao Li sneered: "What does it matter? It's all for your bookstore, do you say it has anything to do with it." ”