Sure enough, before his words fell, he heard Tang Huaqiang say eagerly there: "You still have an unfinished manuscript in hand, I am really a little unsure!" ”

"If you come over tomorrow, I can probably give you 30,000 manuscripts!" Ye Chuge counted what he had at hand and replied.

"Great!" Tang Huaqiang shouted excitedly, suddenly feeling that he was too out of shape, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"If there's nothing to do, I'll hang up first, the long call fee is too expensive!" Ye Chuge said lightly.

"You kid, you earned 20,000 yuan in one day, which is not much less than my dividends! Are you still stingy with this phone bill! Tang Huaqiang couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's not easy to make money, I have to feed a lot of people!" Ye Chuge said very seriously.

"Don't you just have one aunt?" Tang Huaqiang was a little confused, but before he could say this, Ye Chuge hung up the phone.

"Hey, book me two tickets for tomorrow right away......" Tang Huaqiang put down the phone, shook his head, and immediately dialed the internal line and ordered.

In a few days, he will go to China twice, if you don't know, you still think that he has raised a little wife in China.

In a hut in a fishing village on the shore of Lantau Island, a man dressed like an ordinary fisherman, wearing a hat on his head, holding a boom and a fishing basket in his hand, is slowly walking in.

When you enter the house and turn on the lights, the furnishings in the room are extremely simple, and can even be described as simple, the only thing that looks good is a very long and wide desk, on which there are many books, which look like some years.

The man took off his hat and revealed a rather ancient face, which seemed ordinary, but it was difficult to forget that peculiar temperament at a glance.

"Today was not bad, I actually caught five or six kinds of fish." The man smiled happily, opened the basket, and poured it into a large bucket in the house.

The sound of plopping sounded, splashing slightly, and the pleasure on the man's face became even more intense.

"Life is so far, what more can a husband ask for!" The man whispered, as if enjoying the simplicity of life.

There are two new newspapers on the desk, and the fishing village is remote, but the postal service can also be reached.

Gollum! At this time, there was a sound in the kitchen in the house, and there were bursts of fragrance, the man clapped his palms and laughed: "The yellow eel porridge has been boiling all afternoon, wonderful!" ”

He quickly entered the kitchen, and after a while, he came out with a pot of porridge, sprinkled with green onions and coriander, and the emerald green color was very appealing to the appetite.

The porridge was on the table, the person was in the chair, the man took a spoon and scooped it, and after a few breaths, he put it in his mouth, his lips moved lightly, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed this natural delicacy very much.

"Yes, my cooking skills have improved again!" He opened his eyes and smiled, and raised his hand to pick up a newspaper next to him.

This is a fresh newspaper issued today, the man quickly turned to the martial arts column, just after a few glances, he sneered and said: "Ming Gong has been concentrating on writing a new work comparable to the two masters of Jin Gu for several years, but it is just picking up people's teeth and wisdom, it is simply ridiculous, ridiculous!" ”

After saying that, he casually left the newspaper aside, and refused to look at it again.

"When I come out of the rain and clouds, who in the world can compete!" He smiled slightly, and his face was filled with a sense of confidence, showing a strong confidence.

If Ye Chuge was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this person as Master Huang Yi, who was about to shine in the martial arts world a year later and become an incomparable new martial arts master.

is also the real author of the Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty, but in this world, this peerless masterpiece has become Ye Chuge's.

"If you can write the characters of birds and fish, the novel you write shouldn't be too bad, just take a look!" Master Huang Yi frowned and picked up the big daily newspaper.

originally thought that Ming Gong's novel could make his eyes shine like a beautiful jade, but at this time, he seemed to see a pile of stinky shit.

Even the mind to read Ye Chuge's martial arts novels is lacking. However, living in a fishing village, he is concentrating on coding words, and wants to create a new martial arts genre, since there are new people appearing, there is naturally no reason not to look at it.

It is the right way to absorb the essence of the family. Master Huang Yi is a man of great wisdom, even if he is spoiled, he can still maintain a clear heart.

He opened the big daily newspaper somewhat casually, and after reading some other news and advertisements, he saw Ye Chuge's martial arts column.

"Huh? The Legend of the Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty? It's kind of interesting! He let out a soft sigh of surprise, and then looked at it intently.

The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, because the novel written by Ye Chuge was very similar to the new martial arts genre he had created with all his heart, but in terms of the spicy words and the magnificence of the pattern, it was better than himself.

"Who is this Ye Chuge? Could it be that Master Jin deliberately launched it under a pseudonym because he wanted to create a new genre? Master Huang Yi couldn't help but think in his heart.

Aside from Master Kaijin, he couldn't think of a second person in the world with such a level.

Although martial arts novels are not yet orthodox, they are no less difficult to create than the so-called world classics.

After reading the last word, Master Huang Yi sighed, put down the big daily newspaper and said to himself: "I can also be regarded as sitting in a well and watching the sky, but I don't know that there are mountain people outside the mountain." ”

He took out the manuscript of the book that he had written part, which was originally finalized, and at this time he began to look through it in detail, making the most complete revisions, and he didn't even know that the pot of yellow eel porridge was cold.

Ye Chuge quickly came out of the post and telecommunications bureau, and after thinking for a while, he walked towards the school.

Hu Mei had already named him to pass, if he didn't go, I am afraid that tomorrow's life would not be easy.

Hu Mei's dormitory is in the corner of the school, which belongs to the 70s, and there are some sparse bungalows, and there are basically no teachers living here.

Hu Mei naturally has a house in the county, but sometimes she is also lonely and a little scared, the school has a gatehouse, and ordinary bad people don't dare to come in easily.

After all, Anning No. 1 Middle School is a key school, and if something happens, the district administration attaches great importance to it.

Ye Chuge returned to the students and saw that the dormitory next to him was all black-lit, but only Hu Mei's was lit.

The door is open, the bungalow is a small layout of two bedrooms and one kitchen, and there is a small dining room.

"Hey, Ye Chuge, you're here, it seems that you've been going for a long time, go and see if the rice in the pot is cooked!" When Hu Mei saw Ye Chuge, she said with a smile. Source of the novel: Forrest Gump://&# [This chapter is not finished, please click on the next page to continue reading!] ］

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