After washing up briefly in the bathroom and tidying up the instrument, Zhu Mingzhong went out.

Because he doesn't need to run around for a living every day like a commuter, Zhu Mingzhong's days are still free, and when he leaves the apartment, he wants to find a newsstand to buy a copy of the "Periodical".

In the streets of Zhongdu, newsstands can be seen everywhere, after all, although television has begun to show its grandeur, but newspapers and magazines are still the king of mainstream public opinion, and there is a newsstand on the street corner.

Walking straight over, looking at the man who was reading the newspaper at the newsstand, Zhu Mingzhong opened his mouth and asked.

"Boss, is there a "Periodical"?"

The newsstand owner who was reading the newspaper didn't even raise his head, but just said casually.

"This new pentagonal book."

It's not expensive, it's not cheap...... Culture is never cheap.

"Give you money."

Zhu Mingzhong smiled, took out a journal from the side, and on the simple cover, you can clearly see the main features of this issue, and "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" is at the top of the list.

"It's finally published!"

Looking at the magazine in his hand, Zhu Mingzhong's mood seemed quite happy, after all, this was "his" first work.

After buying a copy of "Periodical" from the newsstand owner, Zhu Mingzhong did not read it immediately, but found a breakfast meal, went in and ordered a breakfast, a basket of steamed buns, and a bowl of spicy soup, and then just as he was preparing, he was eating breakfast while reading the magazine.

On the TV hanging on the wall, the voice of a news reporter could be heard.

"Today is the 20th anniversary of the wreck of the Yongchang, and the survivors of the year in New York and local officials gathered at the pier to pay a moment of silence for the victims......"

Listening to the news, Zhu Mingzhong did not rush to the periodical, but listened to the news. It was only at this time that he noticed that he did not seem to have the habit of watching TV, and that in the past mobile phones replaced TV, and later, there was no TV to watch.

Right now...... Looking at the picture on the color TV, which was not clear, Zhu Mingzhong said to himself.

"Perhaps, I should watch TV more often in the future."

As for being a channel to understand the external environment.

Thinking so in his heart, Zhu Mingzhong continued to watch.

“…… On March 17, the 30th year of Yongping, the "Yongchang" sailed from St. Petersburg, which was the world's largest mail ship in terms of tonnage and the most luxurious internal facilities at that time, and had the reputation of "never sinking". Sail through Denmark, Southampton, Cherbourg-Octeville to New York across the ocean. At around 23:04 on April 3, the "Yongchang" collided with an iceberg, and 3,574 passengers on board ......"

Listening to the background of the incident on the TV, Zhu Mingzhong's brows tightened slightly, this news sounded a little familiar, that is, it was just a change in the name of the ship.

Times may have changed, but there are some natural environmental factors that have not changed, and the harsh natural environment of the North Atlantic has always been the biggest enemy of sea navigation.

"Perhaps, you can consider writing a Thai ...... "Yongchang", writing about the love between Jack and Ruth, but also writing about the ...... between Zhang San and Ruth"

Looking at the news on TV, Zhu Mingzhong pursed his lips, couldn't help but think of the movie that once moved him a lot, and then said to himself.

"Actually, it can also be made into a movie! If you have a ship, the investment should not be high. ”

Talking to himself, Zhu Mingzhong continued to watch the news, this era when television had just been invented for more than 30 years, although TV sets had already entered thousands of households, and there were many programs, but in his opinion, the way of news broadcast was too primitive.

Of course, this may have a lot to do with the fact that he has long been accustomed to the "live broadcast" of another time and space.

The news is primitive, of course, the TV programs are even more primitive, and the advertisements are even more so, looking at the advertisements broadcast on TV, he even has the illusion that the shoddy false advertisements broadcast on the township TV in later generations have become artistic mouths here.

Finally, Zhu Mingzhong, who was unwilling to continue to accept the visual bombardment, directly opened the "Periodical" in his hand, and then turned to the page where "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" was written. Looking at the lead words on it, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he said proudly in his heart.

"Alright, this is mine."

After saying this, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, and the smile on his face carried a hint of pride.

However, while being proud, Zhu Mingzhong fell into contemplation, did he spend his life by plagiarizing others like this?

Although he joked yesterday that he was a person who wanted to become a writer, in fact, he had no interest in any writer.

After all, he was a person who had been an emperor, and the false name of a writer could not enter his eyes at all.

"Actually, bringing the works of those big names to this era and entertaining the world is also a good thing with immeasurable merit, isn't it?"

Sitting alone on the park bench, sitting in deep thought, Zhu Mingzhong does look a bit like a sculpture, sitting there thinking about life, many thoughts flashed in his mind, although he convinced himself in his heart, but subconsciously, he felt that this was not what he was pursuing.

"What are you after?"

Life?

A boring life of idleness?

The answer, of course, is no.

In fact, although Zhu Mingzhong copied it, it seemed a little proud, but in fact there was no sense of accomplishment. Of course, that kind of pride still makes people feel quite comfortable.

But then what?

Yongping fifty years of the capital, is the center of the world, is also one of the most prosperous cities in the world, walking in the endless flow of vehicles on the street is slightly old, everything around, it seems, since the novelty and retro, the surrounding passers-by have both Han-style hair buns, there are also a few people with short hair, in fact, with the development of the times, the knot will be slowly eliminated by the times.

In addition, there doesn't seem to be much difference between the city and the city, people of different ages on the bus stop with briefcases in their hands, waiting there bitterly, as soon as the car comes, they begin to rush up, and then the whole car is crowded, including many female passengers, it is inevitable that someone will be eaten tofu and rubbed with oil. Of course, more people are driving old-fashioned classic cars with different brands, but unfortunately Zhu Mingzhong can't recognize them at all.

Occasionally, he would take in the streetscape, which was lined with shops of all kinds, like the pedestrian streets of the later city, with specialty boutiques, grocery stores, and, of course, department stores.

In addition to these, there are also a dazzling variety of signs, just hanging in the air, there are advertisements on the wall that can take up half of the wall, of course, the TV in the glass window on the side of the road is playing commercials, and some record stores are playing music, listening to the melodious singing from the video stores, Zhu Mingzhong sits there, quietly listening to the music that is completely different from the popular music he is familiar with.

This strange world always gives him too much novelty, not only melodious songs, but even the benches in front of the glass window for people to rest, which are also fresh, he is not the only one sitting there enjoying the songs, there is also a passerby sitting there, obviously he does not appreciate the leisure of the songs, but eats in a hurry, and from time to time he will raise his wrist to look at his watch, obviously, he is in a hurry.

In the city, passers-by like this are the most common, and no matter any time and space, such mortals who are running for a living are the most common and the most similar.

Zhu Mingzhong, who felt a little tired, sat directly on the chair, and occasionally he would set his eyes on the record player in the glass window.

Staring at the record player playing music and enjoying the unfamiliar songs, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't help but think to himself.

"Looks like the tape hasn't been invented yet...... It's a bit backward. ”

Thinking of this, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't help but feel a little emotional. But in addition to sighing, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What if this tape was invented?"

Although I only came into contact with cassette tape when I was a teenager, and I didn't know much about its principle, there are some things that are often just innovations in application concepts, and tape is one of them.

Movies have long been invented, and there are also sound films, which means that the prerequisite for the "invention" of tapes has been solved.

Otherwise......

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly in the phone booth on the side of the road, and the passer-by who had been eating next to him heard the phone ringing, quickly got up and ran over, took the phone and said.

"Hello, okay, okay, half an hour, I can arrive, don't worry, I won't delay your time......"

After saying that, the man took the phone and reached out to stop the car.

"Taxi."

After stopping the taxi, the man hurriedly got into the taxi, and after the man left, Zhu Mingzhong, who was about to enter the store to ask about something, unexpectedly saw the briefcase that fell to the ground on the side. Apparently it was the same person from before who fell.

"This man...... The more anxious you are, the easier it is to lose everything. ”

Talking to himself, Zhu Mingzhong picked up the briefcase, and then walked into the record store, the record store has a dazzling array of records, and of course, there are posters of singers. There are inevitably a lot of beautiful women on the poster, of course, his interest is not in those female singers.

"Boss, this is someone who landed in front of your store just now."

"Just put it on the counter, that person I know, is a salesman, running business all day long. It's not the first time I've left something here. ”

Apparently the shopkeeper is no longer surprised.

Putting the briefcase on the glass cabinet first, Zhu Mingzhong asked the boss again.

"Do you have any recording equipment here?"