“Linda！”

The concert ended, and Li Feiteng rushed out, shouting Linda's name while looking for her in the crowd.

There was a sea of people, and he still didn't find Linda in the end.

Li Feiteng walked out of the opera house decadently, he looked around, the gray night, the bright lights, the noisy people, at a glance, but there was no phantom of Linda.

Call!

Li Feiteng stood alone in the crowd for a long time, and after taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down, slowly walked into the parking lot, and drove away.

"Since Linda is still in China, I will definitely be able to find her, or if she really likes me, she will definitely come to me!" Li Feiteng figured it out, since Linda was in Jiangdu, she had not taken the initiative to contact him, she must be afraid that her adoptive father would arrest her back.

Li Feiteng held the steering wheel tightly, he had already thought of a way to reunite with Linda. As long as his social status and influence grow and he becomes a celebrity and rich man admired by thousands of people, then even if Linda avoids him, he Li Feiteng has the strength to find her and take her back to his side.

"Whether she loves herself or not, whether she lives or dies, I have to cross this hurdle!" Li Feiteng said to himself firmly.

A week later, Li Feiteng threw away 80% of the stocks he had invested in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and he hurriedly returned to Yanjing with 160 million returned funds.

On the stock market, Li Feiteng still has nearly 40 million worth of stocks that have not been sold, this is the last wave of the bull market peak that he is reluctant to sell, if he really estimates correctly, there will be 60 million after he arrives, but if he is really trapped at a high level, he will lose more than half.

Seeking wealth in danger, the first thing Li Feiteng did when he returned to Yanjing was to repay the 120 million principal and interest of the loan from China Merchants Bank, and he still had 40 million funds in his account.

If you throw away all the stocks now, Li Feiteng will earn 80 million yuan in the stock market investment this year, which can be described as the strongest king in the empty glove white wolf case. You must know that even the big winners behind the stock market can only earn tens of millions, and they are an organization of a group of people, and Li Feiteng is an individual.

"You kid, did you have a good time during the summer vacation?"

When he got home, Li Feiteng was first scolded by his mother, he knocked his eyebrows and asked, "Mom, how is my novel serialized in Writer's Digest?"

"You still know to ask me, give it, you can see it for yourself!" Zhang Ruoying directly put a few newspapers in her hand in front of her son.

Li Feiteng picked up the newspaper and flipped through it carefully, and after only two glances, he said in surprise: "Let me join the Chinese Writers Association in June next year?"

"It was written in black and white in the newspaper, I didn't see your Aunt Tie Ning holding a press conference!" Zhang Ruoying glared at her son and said, "You can't get through on the phone, and you won't participate in the press conference!"

"The signal is poor. Li Feiteng had an innocent expression, he was really glad that he didn't charge his mobile phone, if he attended the press conference, the media would not have to chase him for a while.

"Oh, Mom, you're also being interviewed!" Li Feiteng saw a column in the newspaper interviewing his mother, and he smiled: "Mom, I guess you can still go up." ”

Zhang Ruoying smiled and didn't speak, she felt that the top leader had the idea of adding burdens, and she might be able to enter the Ministry of Education after next year.

"No wonder. Li Feiteng put down the newspaper, he understood that those things in the Ming Dynasty were really popular, so the sales of Writer's Digest broke the historical record, and this year it was determined to sit on the top spot in the sales of literary periodicals.

Writers' Digest itself belongs to the Chinese Writers Association, and although Tie Ning is the president, there are still great leaders above.

The sales volume is good, the interests are high, the influence is great, and the leaders are naturally happy. Tie Ning's credit for the president is naturally great, and Li Feiteng is a hard worker, this Ming Dynasty finally made the Chinese Writers Association exceptionally include Li Feiteng, who was only 19 years old.

Zhang Ruoying thought for a while and said: "Son, you are famous now, you should be low-key and sleek, as the saying goes, the tree is a big trick, don't worry about those who don't know it, otherwise it will be like a dog skin plaster that can't be unraveled." ”

"I understand. Li Feiteng knows that his mother is talking about those people, everything will always have two sides, the Ming Dynasty is very popular, there are many people who praise and read, but it also attracts some villains jealousy and criticism.

Explain why those things in the Ming Dynasty are the most rubbish novels they have ever read, disrespecting historical figures, telling right and wrong, not knowing what to do, and bullshit!

Okay, Li Feiteng said in his heart, does it mean that Mr. Mao, the president of the Historical Society, also specializes in writing bullshit things?

Now, readers who like Li Feiteng's historical novels call themselves "rattans", and those who are disgusted with those things in the Ming Dynasty are also called "Daming faction".

It can be said that the celebrity experts of the "rattan" and "Daming factions" debate each other in the newspapers every day, and everyone is very literary and cultivated, and they are stunned to scold and criticize people without a single dirty word.

This kind of academic chaos can't just come from envy, jealousy and hatred, unless Li Feiteng is unlucky, or the Ming Dynasty can't sell it, otherwise it will definitely last for more than half a year. Because many of the "Ming faction" are "writers" who sit at home and are idle, can't write any good articles, and can't sell a few words.

Li Feiteng just thought about it, why should he bother with people who don't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour?

The sophomore year started, and when Li Feiteng just drove to school, Ding Jianbi called him halfway, and he said: "Feiteng, don't come to school, our class has been blocked by a group of Ming factions and a group of media reporters, and they want to challenge you!"

"What is the challenge?" asked Li Feiteng in confusion.

"History of the Ming Dynasty, they say that your novels are ghostwritten, and how can you be a science student who understands the history of the Ming Dynasty, and the books you write are all bullshit!"

"Fake squid!" Li Feiteng directly threw his mobile phone in front of the car window, he made his eyes short-sighted for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, and now he is actually blocked by others to accuse ghostwriting!

Uncle can bear it, grandma can't bear it!

Li Feiteng is afraid of a ball, he can even play a group of experts from the Ming History Society, and is he afraid of a group of villains who can't even be called experts?

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the Buick sped up, and within a few minutes, Li Feiteng felt the underneath the teaching building.

"It's Li Feiteng's Buick!"

"Li Feiteng is here, hurry! Don't let him run!"

A large crowd of students and fans gathered around. Similarly, the media and a group of old pedants from the Daming faction rushed up.

However, the "Daming faction" and the media surrounded them first, blocking a group of loyal "rattans" of students and fans from the periphery.

"Li Feiteng, you, a shameless descendant, dare to argue with the old man?" an old man with glasses and crutches shouted first,

Click, click, click! A series of flashes shone on Li Feiteng's face, his angry eyes narrowed slightly, and after the strong flashes of the media who were barely adapted, he said: "I, Li Feiteng, wrote "The Legend of Wukong" at the age of 18, and the total global sales have reached 2.4 million copies, and "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" was serialized in the writer's digest, and sold 600,000 copies in the highest weekly magazine.

"You, you shameless descendant, don't think that you sell a few books and think that you are a writer, can you compare with the old man's "Treatise on the Queens of the Ming Dynasty" with your work?"

"Oh, it turns out that this old gentleman wrote the famous book "The Treatise on the Queens of the Ming Dynasty", but - I haven't read this book, have you read it?" Li Feiteng asked loudly to the "rattan" outside.

"What's that?"

"After the Ming Dynasty, I haven't seen it!"

"No!" shouted the rattan outside in unity. Even if there is a rattan that seems to have seen it, it also feels rubbish.

Li Feiteng smiled, reached out and plucked his ears, he pointed to the "voice" outside, looked at the old man with a red face, and said: "Forget it, it seems that you dare to compete with me here, just what, how do you compare?"

The old man listened to Li Feiteng's words, he looked back left and right, and found that it was really this group of people who had the courage to compare with each other, and the others were stunned by Li Feiteng's arrogant words after getting out of the car.

"Don't be reckless!I'll ruin you later!" the old man shook his robe, and as soon as he turned around, the media hurriedly moved out of the way.

Media reporters have been filming Li Feiteng all the time, and they are now in the mood of watching the excitement, and when the results come out, they will definitely have to conduct an interview.

"Who is this old man?" Li Feiteng felt that this old man at least had a certain level, otherwise the media would not respect him so much, and made way for him at once.

Li Feiteng thought to himself, but he didn't have stage fright, and followed the old man in stride, to see what he wanted!

A group of people followed the old man for a while, and everyone came to the playground, when Li Feiteng saw rows of prepared seats, and a banner "Ming history expert Xianshu Jingtian condemns Li Feiteng Conference".

Li Feiteng peed with laughter, he didn't expect this old man to really dare! This is not the era of criticism, is it necessary to make such a banner?

Okay, since you, an old man, dare to go out, then I, Li Feiteng, will go all out to argue with you, not pigtails, but big braids!

To be honest, after Li Feiteng saw the name Xianshu Ida, he felt that this name was a bit daily, could it be that this old man was Japanese?

When Li Feiteng was wondering, Mr. Mao didn't know where to come out, he pulled Li Feiteng and said: "Feiteng, this old man has just returned from Japan, and he is a little level, you can take it easy!"

"Is it really Japanese?" Li Feiteng's eyes widened, this old man looked quite arrogant, not like a traitor!

"No, he used to be the president of the Japanese Ming History Research and Culture Society, he belongs to the radical left, and he is also relatively famous in the Asian Ming history research circle, but Li Feiteng, I am optimistic about you!" Mr. Mao simply explained, he patted Li Feiteng's shoulder with a smile, and handed over a "You understand" expression.

Li Feiteng pursed his lips, he already knew what Mr. Mao meant, and the emotional immortal tree Ida was also the "old opponent" of the Ming History Society!

Li Feiteng sneered and walked up to the debate stage, he glanced at the media reporters and student fans in the audience, turned to the old man and said: "If there is a rule, you can't keep debating!"

"Of course there are rules, you don't have to worry, Mr. Mao will sue you immediately!"

Mr. Mao immediately took out a piece of paper and walked over, he stood on the debate platform, and said loudly: "This time to denounce, cough! In the first game of this big debate competition, two people from both sides randomly selected 10 historical knowledge questions in the question box to answer, and the one with the most correct answers wins!"

In the second scene, an undisputed historical figure of the Ming Dynasty was randomly selected for elaboration and evaluation, and the clear and detailed elaboration was victorious.

In the third scene, the two of them wrote a 1,000-word Ming Dynasty allusion on the spot, read it on the spot, and the readers on the scene raised their hands to vote!"

After Li Feiteng listened to the rules, he smiled indifferently and said, "Old man, how do you say that the first test is a memory test, how about I let you have three questions?"

"The old man doesn't bully the juniors, lest you lose and be unconvinced!" The old man of the fairy tree Ida had his nostrils facing the sky, and he looked arrogant.

"Okay!" Li Feiteng laughed when he heard it.

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(Thanks to the Scarecrow Brothers for 100 tips)