"Hey, old Qitou, bring me a copy of Ming Pao Evening News." Li Xuan took out two yuan from his wallet and handed the money to the old man at the newsstand who was reading the newspaper in front of him.

The old man slowly raised his head from behind the newspaper, did not take the money, but glanced at Li Xuan indifferently before saying, "No, today's everything is sold out." ”

"Sold out?" Li Xuan was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the newsstand, and sure enough, there was no Ming Pao and evening newspaper. How so? How did the evening newspaper sell out so quickly? Li Xuan looked at his watch, it was only six o'clock, and it was not dark yet.

Li Xuan also plans to collect the newspapers that serialize his novels from the first to the last, so that after a few decades, isn't it a cultural relic? When he was worried that his collection would be broken, Li Xuan found that Lao Qitou had a copy of the Ming Pao Evening News in his hand, and hurriedly shouted: "Lao Qitou, don't you still have a copy in your hand, sell me!" ”

The old man didn't raise his head at this time, but said behind the newspaper: "This is not for sale, it depends on where else to buy it!" ”

"I'll go, old Qitou, you're too moral. I've been buying newspapers here for half a month, and you won't sell them to me? ”

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, my son likes to watch it. If I sell you, then I have to spend more money to buy a new one? I said that I would buy it elsewhere, otherwise it would be gone somewhere else. The old man said slowly behind the newspaper.

Buying elsewhere? The next newsstand is just one way away, and the bus is enough to buy another newspaper. Li Xuan gritted his teeth: "Old Qitou, I'll pay four yuan to buy you this." ”

Now the old man came to his senses, raised his head from behind the newspaper and asked, "Really?" ”

"Really?"

"Then can I sell the main magazine for two dollars?"

"Okay...... No, no! Li Xuan almost made a mistake, staring at the old man with a pair of eyes, he just wanted the supplement, what was the use of the main issue.

Li Xuan hurriedly changed his words: "Or you can sell me the supplement for two yuan!" ”

"No, my son wants to read the supplement, and I can't sell it to you." The old man said with a worried face, on one side is his son, and on the other side is two Hong Kong dollars, it is difficult to give up.

"I said old Qitou, what's so good about the supplement, you have to let your son work hard and read less novels......" Li Xuan began to persuade the old man, if he succeeds, he must run a lot of roads. But halfway through the persuasion, Li Xuan suddenly realized that something was wrong, he was writing novels, and asking others to read less wouldn't it cut off his own wealth.

Li Xuan hurriedly changed his words: "Your son is working hard now, and the novel can be kept for two days to read, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." I can't do it, if I don't look at it for a day, it's like I'm sick, and I don't have energy for the next day. I said Lao Qitou, you can have pity on me, let me forget this newspaper. ”

This worked, Lao Qitou buried his head again and said behind the newspaper: "Now I can't sell you even more, my son doesn't read this novel for a day, it's like he is sick, and he has no energy the next day." You're different, I found out that you didn't work all day and night, so why don't you sell it to you tomorrow when my son finishes reading it? ”

Li Xuan is stupid, how can it have the opposite effect, this is not right.

"Your son loves reading novels so much!" Li Xuan gritted his teeth and said, he has not seen anyone who can see that he is sick after reading novels.

Speaking of his son, the old man came to his senses again, raised his head and said with a bitter face: "Hey, who said it wasn't." I watched that iron-blooded Tianjiao more than ten days ago, and it was like losing my soul, and I couldn't sleep well if I didn't watch it for a day. He used to like Kim Yong's books, but now he likes them even more. Didn't you read that this newspaper was sold out all at once, writing martial arts is still Jin Yong! ”

Hearing the first half of the old man's sentence, Li Xuan was overjoyed, this was his book fan. But in the next half of the sentence, Li Xuan was dumbfounded, what is the matter with Jin Yong in this book?

"Old Qitou, this book is not written by Jin Yong, the author is Mu Zixuan!" Li Xuan hurriedly corrected the old man's mistakes.

"Not Jin Yong?" The old man was stunned for a moment, and quickly picked up the newspaper in his hand and looked at it: "Hey, I haven't paid attention to it, it's really not Jin Yong, who is this Mu Zixuan?" ”

Mu Zixuan is standing in front of you! Li Xuan was proud for a while, hehe! Dude is finally famous, anyway, listening to the tone of the old man just now, the newspaper is selling well, do you want to ask Jin Daxia to increase the manuscript fee? But it's difficult, Jin Daxia is notoriously stingy. Why was I so stupid last time, 70 yuan for 1,000 words and 60 yuan for 1,000 words, I lost thousands of yuan at once, and it seems that I have to continue to lose at present.

"Who is this Mu Zixuan? I haven't heard of it, I said Little Feizi, do you know ......, huh? What about people? Lao Qi was entangled in this name he had never heard, and raised his head to ask Li Xuan, but unfortunately there was no one in front of the newsstand.

"Hey, Little Flying Boy! Don't you want a newspaper anymore? Lao Qi looked at Li Xuan who was walking away and shouted.

Li Xuan turned his head and waved his hand back, "No, thank you son for me." ”

Li Xuan decided not to want that newspaper, and went to the next newsstand to see if there was anything left. It's not easy for me to have such an enthusiastic reader, but I can't let him break off.

"Thank you for my son?" Lao Qitou scratched his hair: "What do you mean?" Is this little flying boy nervous? ”

Three days later, at 9 o'clock in the morning, the office of the president of the Ming Pao newspaper headquarters, No. 18 Jiaye Street, Chai Wan.

"Knock Knock"

There was a regular knock on the door.

Jin Yong, who was writing an editorial at his desk, frowned, but he was very familiar with the knock on the door, and he knew at once who was outside, and he wouldn't come to him if there was no big deal.

"Please come in," Jin Yong said, putting down the pen in his hand.

"Click"

The door opened, and a middle-aged man in his thirties was walking in with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Cha"

"Shiyu, sit down and say, but the sales of the evening newspaper have risen again?" Jin Yong looked at the person who came in and asked with a smile. It was Jin Yong's right-hand man, Wang Shiyu, editor-in-chief of the Ming Pao Evening News, who came in.

Wang Shiyu was not polite, sat directly opposite Jin Yong and handed over a data sheet, and laughed: "Yes, it broke through 110,000 copies yesterday, haha." ”

"Oh? It's true? Jin Yong's eyes also lit up, and he hurriedly took the data sheet and looked at it. You must know that the evening newspaper is not much less popular than the morning newspaper, and there are many fewer people who read it. In particular, this year's morning newspaper had the support of Ni Frame's "Wesley" series, and the sales volume exceeded 150,000 copies at the peak, while the sales of the evening newspaper at that time were less than 70,000. As the editor-in-chief of the Ming Pao Evening News, Wang Shiyu tried his best, and even began to publish the horse book in the evening newspaper, which made the newspaper jump to more than 80,000 copies at once. It's only been more than half a month now, and it's risen by 30,000, can he not be happy?

"Okay" Jin Yong is also very happy to look at the data, all the newspapers under this Ming Pao are the same as his children, can he be unhappy when he sees his children grow up?

Wang Shiyu looked at Jin Yong and finished reading the data sheet before asking, "Mr. Cha, last time I heard you say that this Kunlun has a million words?" ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

"This Mu Zixuan is so powerful, do you want to open a column for him?" Wang Shiyu said.

"Open a column?" Jin Yong frowned and thought for a while, this column for the author is not only to draw a frame in the newspaper for the author, but also to increase the author's manuscript fee. However, remembering the 60 yuan for 1,000 words proposed by the silly boy last time we met, Jin Yong smiled and said to Wang Shiyu: "Yes, just open a column for him." I'll go see this Mu Zixuan in the afternoon. I'm also a fan of his books now, haha. ”

"Ha, don't say it, if you don't look at the name, I really think you're back in the world." Wang Shiyu replied with a smile.

Jin Yong sighed faintly: "Hey, Kunlun Kunlun." Kunlun is thousands of miles high, the years are full of suffering, and the years are full of suffering. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and you can't recognize the old. ”

Li Xuan is very busy now, he has copied the words of the morning, and his right wrist is sore. A few days ago, Lao Qi had a sentence that was very right, that is, he always saw Li Xuan dangling around. If this person with no ambition eats and drinks and doesn't worry about getting up, then the lazy surname will get up, Li Xuan didn't do anything for half a month, he ran out every morning to hang out and come back at night.

It wasn't until after chatting with Lao Qitou that day that Li Xuan realized that he was too comfortable, could he just copy novels and mingle in obscurity for a lifetime, until one day his novel was made into a TV series, and then someone pointed to Li Xuan's photo and said: Look, this guy is the original author of the TV series starring so-and-so. Just like after Chen Qiaoen's "Smiling Proud Jianghu" was broadcast, many people still said on the Internet, who is Jin Yong? If it weren't for this TV series, we wouldn't know about him!

How sad it is to be forgotten......

So what can you do?

As an actor? Li Xuan, who was nervous looking at the camera, didn't know what he would do in front of the camera, and with his ordinary appearance, it was estimated that he couldn't even enter the door of the wireless acting training class.

Writing a screenplay? No, I know my own writing, and I guess I can't pass that level when I write it, and I'm not a super hard drive, who still remembers each plot of the movie I've watched, and I don't remember how you wrote it? Make it up yourself? Who dares to guarantee that it meets the tastes of this era, in case you hit the street, these producers with messy backgrounds in Hong Kong will not hack you to death.

As a director? Still no, although you know how to fight well, but you don't even know where to switch the camera and how to do it?

So singing? Li Xuan's eyes lit up, although his voice was not very good, it was okay. used to go to karaoke with his colleagues, and he often yelled twice. Moreover, I also know that there are so many songs in later generations, although they are all Chinese songs and I can't remember them all, but I still remember the general tune. In the 80s, although Hong Kong was the leader in Cantonese songs, Chinese songs could still be mixed up with a little fame, if they were transmitted to the mainland......

Li Xuan's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, but now there is the first big trouble in front of him, that is, he can't read music scores and play the same instrument. In the Hong Kong music scene in the 80s, you don't know one or two instruments, and you're embarrassed to say that you're engaged in music.

It's a pity that Li Xuan went out for two days, but he didn't find a conservatory that could accept him. Also, which academy would accept an older young man who doesn't have any basic knowledge of music.

Now there's only one way left – find a private music teacher!

This is asking for money, can Li Xuan not be busy rushing the manuscript now?