At 8 o'clock in the morning, at the Wan Chai No. 11 bus stop, it is now the rush hour for work, Ah Keung, who wears thick gold-rimmed glasses and wears a straight suit, walks towards the station with a briefcase, and suddenly finds a strange situation, but the usually noisy station is surprisingly quiet.

That's not right! Looking around, there were still as many people as usual, but the difference was that almost everyone had a newspaper, everyone was looking at something intently, and they didn't make a sound, and in curiosity, they came to the side of a middle-aged uncle with a big belly and asked:

"Uncle, what's going on, what are you all looking at?"

The middle-aged uncle raised his head angrily and looked at the young man who was looking at his newspaper with a curious baby on his face, waved the newspaper in his hand and said:

"This is a new martial arts novel serialized by Ming Pao, the content is super classic, you have to see yourself buy it at the newsstand next to it. Don't bother me, I'm looking good, really. ”

Touching Ah Qiang, who had a gray nose, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, turned around and walked to the newsstand next to him. The area around the newsstand was also full of people, all of whom were working hard with newspapers in their hands.

"Boss comes to martial arts and history"

"It just so happens that there is the last one, and it will be gone in the evening."

After paying the money and taking the newspaper, I leaned against the electric pole next to it and looked carefully, only to see the big text: "The classic masterpiece of "Heroes", dedication. ”

Before I knew it, a long time had passed. When Ah Qiang saw that Wu Dingyuan had read the note, he hurried to the Mawang Temple, wanting to continue watching and looking forward to the scene after the meeting at the Mawang Temple. I only saw one sentence, if you want to know what will happen next, please wait for the next serialization.

Daddy, it's not. Ah Qiang's heart was tickled by a cat.

I had no choice but to put away the newspaper, looked up to see why there were so many fewer people, and raised my hand to look at the watch. Oh no, I missed the time, just in time to see a taxi driving by, hurry over.

"Taxi! Taxi! Wait, wait, wait. "I got into the car and hurriedly urged the driver to speed up, seeing that I was about to be late.

Awakened by Cuong's screams, the rest of the people reacted.

"Go! I missed the car. A glasses boy suddenly came back to his senses and said loudly.

"I'm going to be late." The other person also said helplessly.

At this time, just when the bus arrived at the station, everyone hurriedly got on the bus, and took a taxi.

The same situation is not limited to this place, on the bus, next to the kiosk, everywhere. Just because of a newspaper, I don't know how many people are late this morning, and it is not uncommon for them to be scolded by their bosses.

As soon as the noon break arrived, Ah Fa rushed out of the company and came to the newspaper kiosk downstairs of the company.

"Boss, come to a copy of the martial arts and history of Ming Pao in the morning, hurry up."

"I'm sorry, pretty boy, the newspaper is gone." The boss didn't reply, obviously this is not the first time.

"How could there be none?"

"There's no way that the novel serialized in Ming Pao today is very popular, I bought a full 100 copies, but the last one was sold half an hour and a half minutes ago." Hearing the boss's explanation, Ah Fa ran to the next location without looking back.

The phone call from Ming Pao's martial arts and history sales department has not stopped since the morning. Several of the pick-up drivers were busy, all asking for additional supplies. This situation is still a few years ago, Gu Long, Jin Yong and other new works were spectacular, but I didn't expect it to reappear today. Looking at the busy sales department, the editors of the editorial department also happily joined in, which freed several workers.

"Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou, sales are great!" Liu Ming happily rushed into Zhou Minqiang's office with sales data and a reminder.

"I still need you to say, I already knew, I'm thinking about how much better it will be to add a picture." Zhou Minqiang saw Liu Ming coming in and said happily. It turns out that due to the lack of good novels in martial arts and history in recent years, the sales have not been high, remaining around 20,000 copies. After confirming the serialization with Su Mucheng yesterday, he immediately convened the editor to negotiate when he returned to the company, and finally everyone decided to play a big one, and printed 100,000 copies.

50,000 copies were sent out in the morning, and the others were kept first, but it was not just noon, and the remaining 50,000 copies were all sent out, and the calls for purchase were still continuous.

"Old Zhou, you don't know, I have a new reminder from the sales department, and there are already nearly 10,000 copies. And the phone calls haven't stopped yet. I'm also just trying to tell you, since the response is so good, you must increase the amount, look at what the grandsons in the entertainment section and the financial section say. Just now I met Da Tsai and Qiang Tsai, the two boys who were exploring the east and west of the sales department, we raised our eyebrows this time, haha. ”

"Oh, in that case, then you ask the sales department to contact the printing house and we will place a bill of 50,000 yuan. Let him speed up, and he will be out in the afternoon. ”

After lunch, Makuro was about to go out to buy a guitar, when he saw Uncle Pi coming over with a newspaper.

"Ah Cheng! The novel you wrote was reported, and I brought it back in the morning when I went out shopping. I heard the boss say that the second time the goods were almost sold out, and they were selling quite well. Lin Pi handed the newspaper to Makujo and said with a smile.

"Yes, yesterday, the editor-in-chief of Zhou said that it would be published today, and he was so busy in the morning that he didn't pay attention to it." Makujo took the newspaper and responded.

"Ah Cheng, you still have a manuscript. Take a look at Uncle Zhu first, I read all the ones you gave me that day yesterday. It's so well written, I said it would be a big hit. Lin Pi saw Makujo take the newspaper and said a little embarrassed.

Seeing Uncle Biao's expression, Makujo couldn't help but be a little speechless, it turned out that after the newspaper came back that day, Makuro gave Uncle Pi the first few volumes he had written before, and Uncle Zhu read it after several drafts.

"I'll give you the order later, you're the first beneficiary. Hehe. Makujo said with a grin.

It turns out that Makujo has been writing almost half of it during this time, and it looks like it will be finished in a few months. It can be said that the shogune is tired because it's the first book.,Makuro is also speeding up the code word.,Most of the day is spent on this thing, thinking that it's easy to finish it early.。

Although it doesn't take too much thought to rush the manuscript like this, it's really not easy. It's so tiring to think that next time I won't be so desperate, and when this book is finished, I have to take a break and think about the next trip.

"Okay, Uncle Zhu, I'll give you the things when I come back. Now I'm going to trouble you and me to go out, I want to buy a guitar and practice without anything. ”

There was a piano in Makujo's house, but it was bought by the previous one, and the one who started learning the piano since he was a child, and his skills were not bad. Of course, it's all cheap now, although I was mixed in the entertainment industry in my last life. Occasionally, I talk about the guitar and sing about it, but I don't really have any touch with something as elegant as the piano.

Now it's all inherited from that person.,Usually Makujo sits on it and plays.。 But he still likes the guitar a little more, and he finds that this body is still quite talented in music, and the voice is quite good. Although Makujo didn't want to go down the road of music in the past, it's a good thing to have one more skill.

"Okay!" Hearing that Mucheng said that he was going out, Lin Pi turned around and said with a strange and slightly sighing face as if he remembered something:

"But Makujo I'm a little weird! You said that you are such a smart person, how can you be so slow to learn to drive again. I have a ready-made car at home, so I should have learned it, but you still can't drive after a few years. It seems that you are really born young master, and you will always just need to sit. ”

It's also quite speechless to hear that learning to drive in the city.,The only thing that the two lives have in common is that they can't drive.。

This young master started to talk about learning to drive in the future when he was a child, but it backfired, and he couldn't learn anything. It's almost the same, I applied for a driving school when I was in college, but after a few weeks of study, I finally scared the coach at that time. He told him very directly, he has never had the life of driving in his life, and he has never seen a person who gets dizzy as soon as he sits in the driver's seat, and he can't even figure out the left and right, southeast, northwest, and the accelerator pedal is the brake.

Since then, I have also faded the heart of learning to drive, out of the society is tossed by the ruthless reality of the body, even the life is improvised, how can there be any mind and money to learn to buy a car, until it was flooded or, 11 (walking), buses, taxis to change.

"Isn't there Uncle Zhu, I'm going to trouble you in the future anyway. Besides, you also know that I am really untalented, it's not that we don't learn, it's that we can't really learn. So God is still fair, he will not make a person perfect in everything. Makujo responded with a smile:

Listening to Makucheng's words, Lin Bi thought about it, shook his head helplessly, turned around and drove away.