Waiting for Wang Yunxun to drag his face swollen and Li Yuankang, who was old and tall, to walk downstairs, Qin Yuanyuan and Zhao Yuanqi, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How is it?" Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

But what they saw was Wang Yunxun's frightened look and Li Yuankang's swollen face, Li Yuankang was now unconscious, so he could only ask Wang Yunxun.

Wang Yunxun looked panicked and said, "That Yan Buwen is simply the devil!" ”

"The devil?" Zhao Yuanqi and Qin Yuanyuan didn't know what was going on, and asked Wang Yunxun again and again before telling what had just happened, which made Qin Yuanyuan and Zhao Yuanqi very shocked, when did Yan Buwen become so terrifying! After waving his hand, forget it, on the one hand, it was Li Yuankang who died, and on the other hand, Li Yuankang's tragic situation also showed that Yan Buwen was not a master to be messed with, and the four of them had to leave in a huff.

Upstairs, Yan Buwen rubbed his palms and slapped him more than a dozen times in a row, and his hands were still a little painful.

"Uncle, I'll rub it with you." After Yan Buwen sat down, Xiao Rong sat down across the table, and then asked Yan Buwen to take his two hands over and rub them carefully.

Xiao Rong said fearfully: "I really thought you were going to suffer that dumb loss." ”

Yan Buwen smiled and said: "To deal with the villain, you can't let it." You give a foot, and he goes in. ”

"These two people are too annoying, what kind of contract do you want to sign with your uncle, the ghost only signed, and the slap in the face is quite light, I have never seen such shameless." Xiao Rong pinched Yan Buwen's palm, squeezing it and laughing, her uncle's hands were very fair, even better than her own.

"Winter melon, what's going on outside?" Cao Yuan'an was writing at the desk, when he heard a noisy sound outside, as if someone was arguing, and he was about to go out to have a look, but he found that Yan Buwen The two people in the office were supporting each other and stumbling downstairs, and they were still muttering something in the innermost, so Cao Yuan'an called Donggua to come in and ask for clarification.

Cao Yuanan smiled: "Oh? That's Li Yuankang, haha, it's really shameless, he even thought of letting Buwen sign a contract and divide the poem into two, it's really a shame that he can think of it. ”

"And Mr. Yan's eyes just now were so scary, directly scared those two people to collapse to the ground, it was really terrifying, I didn't dare to look at his eyes......" Winter melon continued, just now in Mr. Yan's room, suddenly in an instant, I felt that I was in the ice cellar, a chill emanated from the inside out, in front of him, I didn't dare to move, and Mr. Yan pumped more than a dozen mouths of Li Yuankang, which also frightened the winter melon.

Scary? Cao Yuanan saw that the voice of the winter melon was getting smaller and smaller, and after thinking about it, he laughed, how scary and terrifying can it be? It's just a student who has just graduated, Cao Yuanan is self-assured and well-informed, so naturally he won't take Yan Buwen in his eyes, like Mr. Chen Guowei's little ninety-nine, he can't see it, it's just that he wants Yan Buwen to intern here for a period of time and wait for the business to be proficient, and then he will report to him to take care of it. However, Cao Yuanan couldn't help but clench the pen in his hand, this newspaper has been growing up, and it can be said that he has poured a lot of effort into it, how can he give it to others so easily?

Besides, this Yan Buwen has also known about it, and he has never seen much talent, even if he can write some poems and novels, it is not a big deal, since you like to write, then stay for me in the editorial department, you don't want to think about the position of newspaper manager. Besides, this time Cao Yuanan asked Xiao Chen to change his creation story a little, and he didn't see him shouting loudly, and he didn't dare to put a fart, what's so scary?

After all, he is a young man with little experience!

Cao Yuan'an smiled lightly, didn't take Yan Buwen to heart, and then asked, "How much does the newspaper sell today?" ”

Winter melon hurriedly handed over a piece of paper: "Yesterday, all 3,000 copies were distributed, and not long ago, four newsstands had already sent a message saying that they would be reprinted. ”

Cao Yuanan was a little shocked: "How much is printed?" ”

Donggua said: "Just now by phone, the newsstand owner said that this issue of the newspaper is very good, and more than half of it has been sold in just one or two hours, so each newsstand needs to print 50 copies." ”

Cao Yuanan stood up in shock: "What did you say, 50 copies?" Can they eat? Who bought it? ”

Winter melon smiled innocently: "It seems that most of them are passing by, and they also said that the poems above are well written, and I don't know about the rest, anyway, that's what they said to me." ”

Cao Yuan'an then sat down and muttered: "Good guy, 4 newsstands will cost 200 copies, so won't it be 400 before two o'clock in the afternoon?" ”

Cao Yuanan slapped the table: "Tell the printing department, hurry up and print more, at least 200 copies to start, and print more yesterday and send it to the newsstand as soon as possible." ”

"Oh yes." Winter melon hurriedly went downstairs, leaving Cao Yuanan alone to ponder.

Sure enough, I didn't think wrong at the beginning, it turned out to be more than expected, a poem can increase the circulation so much, it shouldn't be much of a problem to break through Cao Lingyuan's increase of 300 circulation, I don't know if I can break through 400, Yan Buwen, Yan Buwen, Cao Yuanan smiled, I really have to admire myself, this issue of the newspaper focuses on this poem, plus the revised creation story, as well as Yan Buwen and Cao Lingyuan's classmates, with the previous "Shanghai Daily" to promote Cao Lingyuan's remaining momentum, this issue of the record is not unreasonable.

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"I have to go back to cooking, you come back early." Xiao Rong pinched Yan Buwen's palm for a long time, and then looked at Yan Buwen's watch, it was not early, and she planned to go home.

"Let's go back together, it's okay to stay here anyway." Yan Buwen originally planned to write some novels, but it was close to the meal, and there was not much need to write, so he went home with Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong said: "Get off work early, doesn't it matter?" ”

"It doesn't matter, just say it." Yan Buwen went downstairs to say hello to Lao Zhang and went out, along the way Xiao Rong chattered like a little sparrow and talked to Yan Buwen, and after a while, he passed by a small newspaper kiosk on the road, and there were a few students wearing May Fourth clothes standing next to him, both men and women, this group of students surrounded the small newspaper kiosk, and the innermost chattered and said something.

When Yan Buwen was passing by, the tall young man asked, "Boss, is there the latest issue of Dajiang Daily?" ”

"No, no, it's been sold out a long time ago, I didn't want to stuff it for you before, how can I rush to get it now." The newsstand owner was speechless.

The young man then waved his hand to the young woman next to him: "It's really gone, if you borrow one from someone else, it's not just a newspaper." ”

The young woman sneered, "It's just a newspaper, do you know what's on it?" I'm mad, if you have the talent, you can write that poem. ”

The tall young man said helplessly: "It's a big deal, I'll copy it to you." ”

The young woman glared and said: "Whoever wants you to copy, I want the newspaper, you don't know that the female student in our school told me with her mouth, holding the newspaper cut out and collecting it proudly, this kind of poem can only be written by a doctor studying abroad." ”

"Dajiang Daily", poems? Yan Buwen walked by with a smile, he didn't expect "Farewell Kangqiao" to cause such a big sensation, and even students rushed to buy it. And according to the logic of these young women, they want to collect poems, just like fanatical fans of celebrities, collecting things related to celebrities, and just copying them doesn't feel so mellow.

Suddenly, the newsstand owner took out a newspaper from under the rice bowl and said, "Oh, by the way, when you have breakfast in the morning, you have a newspaper on the rice bowl, which of you wants?" ”

This caused a sensation, and several young men scrambled to buy it, but then found a puddle of oil on the newspaper, and everyone shook their heads.

At this time, a young woman took a look, opened the newspaper, and found that there were no oil stains on the page where the poem was published, so she immediately said: "I bought this newspaper, how much does it cost?" ”

The newsstand owner saw that someone was willing to pay, and hurriedly smiled: "Five corners." ”

"It's so expensive......"

"Isn't this a sitting price?"

"Usually a newspaper is only a dime, and you don't want to give it away for free if it is stained with oil, but now it sells for five dimes, which is really black-hearted."

The newsstand owner had an indifferent attitude: "Love or not, you don't want it, I just took it to pad the lunch box." ”

The young woman before gritted her teeth: "This is a pentagonal angle, I bought it." ”

"Okay, you go slowly, remember, there is still a batch of newspapers coming in in the afternoon, if you want to buy it early, otherwise it will be gone." The boss put away the five dimes and smiled, this group of young students is really crazy, just a broken poem, it can be used so crazy, the income from selling this newspaper today alone can cover him for several days.

The young woman was like a treasure, and the other young women couldn't help it, and when they heard the boss say that there was still in the afternoon, they asked their boyfriend to come over early in the afternoon to grab it.

Xiao Rong was dumbfounded, although she thought it was good when she saw this poem on her uncle's desk before, she didn't know what was good, but now when she saw these young students snatching it, she knew that this poem was not ordinary, how good it would be to let these intellectuals grab it, Xiao Rong couldn't describe how good this poem was.

"What are you doing standing stupidly, hurry home." Yan Buwen said with a smile, pulled Xiao Rong and walked home.

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"The golden willow on the riverside is the bride in the sunset......" she, wearing black framed glasses, very white skin, delicate eyebrows, after taking off the glasses, you can even see the pride between the corners of the eyebrows, a smile, noble and elegant temperament between gestures, there is a natural charm.

"It's an interesting poem." She closed the newspaper in her hand, if it was normal, she would definitely not turn this kind of newspaper full of lace news, but this morning when passing by a bookstore, she saw a lot of people around to buy this newspaper, so she was curious to buy it, and when she got home to take a closer look, a newspaper went down, just this poem surprised her, and then looked at the introduction next to it, it turned out to be a poem written by Dr. Liuyang.

But then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, this poem deceived the uneducated little girl, but compared with him in her heart, the level is still far behind.

"Miss, Mr. Cao is here." Just then, a servant approached and whispered.

She frowned, and there was disdain in her eyes, but this disdain quickly disappeared, and she hid it well, and then said, "What is he doing here?" Tell him that I'm not feeling well and that I'm not there. ”

The servant nodded, ready to go back and refuse, but suddenly she said again, "Mother Wang, wait, let him in." ”