"Bang!" the glass smashed against the wall, and the shards flew and startled the woman next to her.

Li Xiang sat on the sofa in his luxurious living room, snorting and panting, and there were fragments of newspaper that he had torn up at his feet.

The masthead of the "Literary and Historical Weekly" is faintly visible.

Looking back at his wife, who was hooded and blindfolded, Li Xiang's heart became more and more angry.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked cautiously.

"It's none of your business!"

"Oh......" The woman walked over and consciously swept the broken glass into the trash.

Li Xiang seven years ago was not like now, living in a luxurious villa, shouting by the master when he went out, and eating at a banquet.

At that time, he was a township teacher, with a salary of two or three thousand. In her early thirties, she was introduced by her matchmaker and married Wu Yanchun, a girl from a village not far from her hometown, as her daughter-in-law.

In Li Xiang's opinion at that time, Wu Yanchun was good everywhere, but his culture was not high, and his status as a graduate of a famous school did not match.

You have to ask him why he graduated from a prestigious school and became a township teacher, or is he temperamental. I looked for four or five jobs, and finally broke with my boss, and he often tried to express himself, but he often touched a gray nose and couldn't bear that breath.

In the end, I got a job as a middle school teacher, and I couldn't retire anymore, and if I retreated, I would go back to my hometown to hoe the ground.

But his personality couldn't be changed, and in the end, the school that he was proud of also dismissed him.

There was no work, Li Xiang finally got anxious and put his idea on creation.

He majored in economics during college, and he didn't have a relationship with writers, but that didn't affect his creative career. I started writing articles and submitting them to magazines, but they were all returned, and later I wrote a 300,000-word novella, which was despised by the editor.

Forced to the edge of the cliff, Li Xiang was ruthless, bought a lot of history books, read them in the dark for half a year, and wrote "Qin Yan".

This time, a publishing house took a fancy to it and tried to print 50,000 copies.

At that time, China's economy was very good, most of them had spare money in their hands, only lack of recreation, plus copyright protection, and they were sold out in a few days.

Both the publisher and Li Xiang were so confident that the second edition was printed in 300,000 copies, and it sold out again in only five days.

This is definitely the rhythm of bestsellers, and after the publisher communicated with Li Xiang, the royalty was raised to the top 12%, and 1 million copies were printed.

This time, it only took more than ten days to sell them all, and the publishing house and Li wanted to make a lot of money.

……

Now seven years have passed, and the cumulative sales of the book "Qin Yan" have already exceeded 10 million copies, and Li Xiang has become a god with a book.

It can be said that this book is Li Xiang's most precious child, although his wife Wu Yanchun has not yet given birth to a boy and a half girl.

He also tried to take advantage of the fire and create another best-selling book.

It's a pity that the background is too poor after all, and he is not a professional historical researcher, and he is stunned to look at those big history books, and he pounced on two copies in a row.

However, a "Qin Yan" established his domestic history book sales champion, and the title of master was firmly worn.

Today, instead of accepting an invitation from an entrepreneur to a banquet, he stays at home.

Fake fake is also a historical writer, and he also subscribed to the "Literary and Historical Weekly" at home, and when he looked through it at random, he saw Shen Zhe's article.

After reading it, Li Xiang's blood surged, and he felt that his eyes were colorful.

"It's going to dig up my roots......"

In fact, when he first published the book, he was also a little drumming in his heart, afraid that the ideas in the book would not stand up to scrutiny.

Later, the book became a big seller, setting off a wave of research on Qin history, although some of the more knowledgeable readers of the history objected, and soon disappeared from the larger number of readers.

And the real historians, who came out plainly to point out the problems in the book, seemed to lack elegance, and the Internet was underdeveloped, and they were fooled by him.

Li Xiang successfully transformed into a history expert, but he never wrote a work comparable to the previous book.

Now, someone came out to trouble him, and it seems that he was the first to provoke it.

What's infuriating is that he doesn't even know who the other party is, and the pen name of the owner of Peach Blossom Island can be changed to Nanhai Immortal next time.

"What to do, what to do......"

Li Xiang fidgeted and kept thinking about it, looking at the article just now, those historical evidences are true, maybe he really can't do it.

His wife, Wu Yanchun, brought him another glass of water.

Li Xiang raised his head, took the cup, and his face looked better.

"You go to sleep first, I'll think about something later......"

"Well, then don't be too late, it's not good for your health......" Wu Yanchun instructed carefully, and walked to the bedroom on the second floor.

Li Xiang looked at his wife's back and frowned.

……

To be honest, he was really dissatisfied with Wu Yanchun, and he was also a little annoyed that he was not developed a few years earlier, and his marriage was too rash.

However, the discipline of intellectuals is still there, and even after becoming famous, the slightest thought of divorce was extinguished by himself.

Stooping down to pick up the newspaper fragments on the floor, he walked into the study with his feet up, and it took a while to put them together.

"Read it again, and I'll look for your loopholes too. ”

After half an hour, Li Xiang raised his head in confusion and muttered, "How do I think what this Peach Blossom Island Lord said is a bit right......"

reacted immediately and slapped himself: "Li Xiang, are you sick......?"

gritted his teeth fiercely and said fiercely: "I can't care so much, I must refute him, otherwise it is equivalent to admitting it." ”

I turned on the computer, scratched my head and far-fetched an article of about 1,000 words, and immediately posted it to my personal homepage.

"What, the owner of Peach Blossom Island has appeared, tell us the address, everyone copy the guy!"

"Don't be afraid of ...... if you want to"

"It's too late today, go buy the newspaper tomorrow and get ready to fire!"

Li Xiang's readers, of course, are supportive of Isshiki.

The next day, the sales report received by the circulation department of the "Weekly News of Culture and History" showed a direct increase of 20% to nearly 400,000 copies. The editors all exclaimed, suspicious, unless the prime minister publishes an article, no matter how you look at it, this number is not normal.

The anomaly was reported all the way to the editor-in-chief, and he was at a loss.

It wasn't until one of Li Xiang's book fan editors published the article he posted in the editorial room that he understood what was going on.

The editor-in-chief and the editors of the distribution department were happy, and a meatball fell from the sky, so they naturally smiled and were welcome.

The editor-in-chief said with a smile that it seems that this is also a kind of newspaper marketing, so that the people in the distribution department can study it well and apply it in the future.

And the first thing Mr. Li Xiang did when he got up was to read the reader's news.

When he saw his readers' responses, he almost squirted a mouthful of old blood onto the computer screen.

"Brothers, are you all there?"

"Uh-ha!"

"I'm here!"

"Have you read the article of the Peach Blossom Island Lord Qin Shi Huang, how do I think it makes sense?"

"Oh, brother upstairs, do you think so?"

"Don't make trouble upstairs, I'm checking the "Historical Records", if the information is purely apocryphal, the owner of Peach Blossom Island will wait for death......"

"Hey, it's all up to the upstairs brothers, what do you find now?"

"Not yet, all the citations are in the original text......"

"Damn, is Qin Shi Huang really a good person?"

"Don't be stupid, can there be a good person when you are an emperor, and a good person being an emperor is not necessarily a good thing for the country. ”

"Something to say downstairs?"

"I don't look at who recorded the history, they are all the disciples and grandchildren of the master, although the master has not written to pass down, but a benevolent character represents a qiē...... Confucian disciples have the right to speak, and it is strange that they can agree with Qin Shi Huang's set of Legalists, of course, they will be scolded to death!"

"Damn, it turns out that the master is upstairs, so if you say it, the owner of Peach Blossom Island is better than the historical level of Xiang Zai?"

Seeing this, Li Xiang in front of the screen directly burst into a foul language, accelerated and slid the mouse down, looking for someone who spoke for himself.

"Brothers upstairs, this is the personal homepage of the boy, isn't it okay for you guys to do this?"

"Don't you think?"

"Okay, I'll compare it, and I also think that the Peach Blossom Island Lord's opinion is more appetizing, the first emperor of Huaxia, it's good to wash white......"

Li Xiang: "......"

What's more, I'm a six-star author, when do I need readers to be pitiful?