When the poetry meeting came back, the magazine immediately published a new issue, and the main force joined, and the submissions immediately flew from all over the country, making Ye Shangzhi happy. It's just that the greater the influence of the magazine, the more uneasy Zhao Lin became, and immediately set up three rules: "Don't set up mountains, don't form gangs, and don't talk about politics." ”

Blood and talent cannot be wasted on these things. No matter who broke the rules, no matter how famous and influential he was, Tomorrow magazine would not accept his manuscript for the rest of his life.

In the position, Zhao Lin is Ye Shangzhi's subordinate, but when it comes to specific things, Zhao Lin has the final say. The outside world doesn't know much about the internal affairs of the magazine, but Ye Shangzhi knows that without Zhao Lin's help to find the right direction, the magazine would have to fold in his hands.

After the matter was settled, Zhao Lin went to receive his first salary and invited everyone to dinner, once again emphasizing the tone of the magazine, in case they ran around to engage in tandem like those student poets in other schools.

There is no separation between style and style. After eating, Zhao Lin took everyone from the magazine to the sporting goods store and bought a set of jerseys. There are many ways to sway blood, it is better to block it than to be sparse, and the ancients did not deceive me.

How good it is to organize an amateur basketball team to play games, play games when there is a game, and train when there is no game, and exhaust all their strength, saving them when they can't bear the restlessness and run out to poke the basket.

It was only two days later, and Ma Jingtao came to Zhao Lin to say that the matter was done, and the action was really fast.

"The program is going so fast?" Zhao Lin didn't believe it.

Ma Jingtao said proudly, "My master is out of the mountain, and the director has to go out to greet him, can things be done unpleasantly?" ”

"Your master is so good, he has such a big face." Zhao Lin didn't believe it.

"That's it!" Ma Jingtao said proudly: "Not only does the place have face, but the brother of the Tao has to give three points when he sees it." ”

It is impossible to say that such a strange person is not seen above. On the way to follow Ma Jingtao, Zhao Lin listened to him blowing blindly, and it took a long time to understand that this old man named Huaihuo was not a Buddha, but an old beggar.

There are too many beggars, and it is not for people to take care of it, and it is not.

In any case, they did not fight with open fire or violated any criminal law; No matter what, they are running around, affecting the city's appearance and endangering social order.

It doesn't matter if it's scare, reprimand, or expulsion, let alone a fine. In a hurry, he lay down on the ground and cried and made a fuss, causing a group of people who did not know the truth to watch, and it was difficult for anyone to step down.

Although there is still the ultimate method of forced re-education through labor, the method of "punishing one and setting an example for a hundred" cannot be used on everyone.

In this case, the usefulness of the fire becomes apparent.

The years of begging are almost as long as his age, and his footprints have traveled all over the country, and his knowledge is extraordinary. If you have a little more cultural background, you must be a good poet, not a beggar leader.

Later, when he got older, he came to live in the capital and quickly became famous. The police want to find some lost property, tidy the city, and ask him to come forward, and if they encounter any big or important cases, they will inevitably find some clues from him.

It stands to reason that he is a traitor to the underworld, and he cannot be allowed to live so freely. But he still has a lot of stunts, no matter who it is, he can learn the same skill by carrying him a pound of sugar, everything is genuine.

If he wants to fight, he can teach martial arts grappling; If you want to gamble, he can teach you to go out of thousands without being discovered; If you want to cheat money, he can teach you a hundred ways to cheat people; If you want to steal something, he can teach you how to pick a bag. Basically, all the local snakes in the capital have come to him for further study.

"Good intentions are rewarded, but bad intentions are not forgiven. Believe in Buddhism and do good deeds, pity me poor man......"

As soon as I walked to the place, I listened to the rap sound coming from a shack, with a clear eye, a rhyme, no wonder many cross talk actors want to learn this.

"Bamboo planks are brought into the street, and the street is easy to buy and sell.

Gold signboards and silver signboards, pick up and hang up.

I didn't come for a day or two, but I heard that the shopkeeper had made a fortune.

The shopkeeper makes a fortune and I will stain it, and I will drink soup when you eat dumplings.

……”

Zhao Lin and Ma Jingtao listened to it outside for a long time, and the lyrics inside were not repeated.

There are also some five-character and seven-character limerick poems, which are also quite good, according to Zhao Lin's appreciation level, they are enough to put in magazines.

"The hand is the living god of wealth, beckoning to enter the treasure. I am not afraid of thick skin, but thin skin is not enough. ”

"The Eight Immortals travel to the east and I travel to the west, and I am happy in my life. If you have to eat for two or three years, you won't change it for a county magistrate. ”

Zhao Lin regretted a little that he didn't buy something and came back, this person is a good baby, he can write more than ten books when he takes out all the jokes in his stomach.

"Master Huai, I'm from Jingda Magazine, I just heard the two paragraphs you sang very well, and I'm going to publish them in the magazine, do you agree?" Zhao Lin finally came up with such a close method. This old man has been mixed up all his life, and now that he has pulled down his face and cooperated with the police, he must still have the pursuit of a stable life in his old age.

The old man squinted at Zhao Lin for a while, then grinned, "You still need to discuss this matter with me, you cultural people can take a fancy to these things, it is my blessing for the old man, what do you agree or not." ”

Zhao Lin took out two yuan, and said with an embarrassed look, "There is a manuscript fee for writing manuscripts, but we are just a school magazine, and we don't have much money, I hope you don't dislike it." ”

The old man was not polite, took the two yuan and put it in his pocket, and said, "I have made a lot of money in this life, and I am still the first to sell articles." Little brother, we'll have a good drink in a while. ”

Zhao Lin smiled: "I also want to hear more about your legendary story, Xiao Tao has blown you into a living immortal along the way." Tell me about it later, and I'll give you a column in the magazine to record all these things so that everyone else can open their eyes. ”

The old man has been a beggar all his life, and when he heard that he could still be in a magazine, he was not disguised at all. turned back to Ma Jingtao and said, "Go, buy wine." ”

Zhao Lin and Huaihuo didn't talk about the lock company, and they chatted all over the world. The black words of the rivers and lakes, the beggar kingdom, the tribal war, the life of the old man is really much more exciting than most people.

When it came to having an affair with a female beggar, Xiao Tao finally bought the wine back.

"Go, go, play." The old man said that he was excited, took the wine and drove Xiao Tao out, and blew it on the bottle. Fortunately, there is one bottle per person, otherwise Zhao Lin really wouldn't dare to take it down.

"You go and find the storefront, I said hello to Huang Cheng, and you go to him for the rest." Zhao Lin was also enjoying listening to it, so he didn't have time to care about him, so he went directly to Huang Cheng.

Ma Jingtao hadn't seen his master so happy, and he didn't say angrily, "Then you talk, and I'll send you food over later." ”

Zhao Lin took out a big unity and said, "Two portions of braised pork, the old man loves to eat it." ”

It hasn't been half an hour, and Zhao Lin knows more about the old man than Ma Jingtao.