Before getting off work, the winter melon told Yan Buwen about the sales of today's newspaper, because the residual heat of the last "Farewell Kangqiao" is still there, so the sales of today's newspaper have exceeded 3500, although it is not better than the previous 4000, it is also 500 more than the peak of 3000 at the beginning, and there are many newspaper sellers who respond, the novel on this issue is very exciting, but it is a little less, not enough to read. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two attractive elements of the novel, highlights and continuous updates, have now accounted for the first point of "highlights", and then as long as they continue to update, so Yan Buwen went to Cao Yuanan before getting off work, and set the update time to update 10,000 words every two days, Cao Yuanan was a little surprised, Yan Buwen was still a little reluctant before, why did he take the initiative to propose to add more today? Cao Yuanan also readily agreed, "Dajiang Daily" is published every two days, if "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" is published once a week, then it is necessary to fill the vacant space for "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" with other content in the middle of the interval, which is also very troublesome, since Yan Buwen said this, Cao Yuanan naturally can't refuse.

Who would turn down a great opportunity to make money?

Cao Yuanan didn't care if he could write it or not, anyway, he said so and did it.

Yan Buwen thought in his heart that he would be liberated by publishing this novel as soon as possible.

After four o'clock, Yan Buwen went out of the newspaper office, and the others generally walked almost until five o'clock, and the winter melon had to stay until nearly seven o'clock, and he could only leave after all the chores were done, and he had to prepare materials for each department tomorrow, and after seven o'clock, the winter melon would get off work and go to the place agreed with Yan Buwen.

"Uncle, where are you going so late?" When Xiao Rong was about to pour the water for washing her feet at night, she saw Yan Buwen dressed neatly and ready to go out, so she asked.

Yan Buwen said: "There is something wrong, go out." ”

Xiao Rong smiled: "Is there anything fun, I'll go too." ”

So Yan Buwen took Xiao Rong to an agreed teahouse, the whole street is still brightly lit, people come and go, the atmosphere is better than during the day, selling clothes, selling all kinds of snacks, brushing shoes, selling cigarettes, everything, along the way Xiao Rong saw those who sold snacks and couldn't walk, originally Xiao Rong wanted to buy rock sugar gourd, but Yan didn't hear it, so she bought a baked cake, and told her to go back to brush her teeth at night.

When he came to the "Yun'an Teahouse", Yan Buwen saw the winter melon sitting at a table waiting, Yan Buwen walked over with a smile: "Have you eaten?" ”

Winter melon responded that he had eaten it, but his stomach suddenly screamed, Yan Buwen looked haggard at him, probably because he hadn't eaten dinner, so he came over directly, and asked Xiao Rong to talk to the boss, serve a pot of tea, and add some snacks.

Xiao Rong saw that when she brought the dim sum, the winter melon gobbled it up after thanking her, and said with a smile: "If you haven't eaten it, you haven't eaten it, if your stomach hadn't betrayed you, wouldn't you go back hungry today." ”

Winter melon blushed: "No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you." ”

After eating the winter melon and taking a sip of tea, Yan Buwen also went directly to the topic, and asked the boss to find an elegant private room, send some snacks and tea, the private room is not bad, it can be soundproofed, Yan Buwen speaks loudly, and the next door will not be heard.

Xiao Rong's eyes widened: "Oh, it turns out that Uncle you want to do this, I can also write." ”

Yan Buwen said: "Let's wait for the winter melon to finish writing, I'll dictate, and you can write it." ”

Winter melon brought more manuscript paper and pens, so when Yan Buwen dictated, Xiao Rong also learned to write next to him, but the speed was not as fast as winter melon, and the winter melon was waiting for Yan Buwen to finish, and the manuscript paper was full of symbols, and Xiao Rong hadn't written two words yet, Yan Buwen began to say the next paragraph.

This laugh actually brought out a great master who inherited the past and forged ahead into the future...... Later, when he traveled to the north to Baoming, he saw Sanfeng Tingxiu, Zhuo Li Yunhai, and realized in martial arts, and he called himself Sanfeng, which was Zhang Sanfeng, a strange person who was not born in the history of Chinese martial arts. After the second chapter was dictated, Yan Buwen took a sip of tea and was about to continue, the meaning is very different, although there is no guarantee that every word is the same, but it is roughly the same.

Xiao Rong hurriedly said anxiously: "What are the two idioms in front of the Great Grandmaster?" ”

The winter melon checked the symbol he marked and said: "Inherit the past and the future!" ”

Xiao Rong spread out on the chair and said distressedly: "Oh, you guys are too fast, I can't keep up at all, I can't write two words." ”

Winter melon smiled: "Either I will tell you the symbolic method of my marking, and you can write it down quickly when the time comes, and then when you go back, you can transcribe the words against the symbols." ”

Xiao Rong's eyes glowed: "Really good, thank you Brother Donggua." ”

Xiao Rong stopped writing after that, eating snacks, drinking tea, and hiccups after eating for a while, Yan Buwen couldn't help laughing directly, and the winter melon ghostwritten on the opposite side also smiled, which made Xiao Rong very embarrassed, and quickly covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop it as soon as she hit it, and kept fighting, Xiao Rong's face was red and her heart beat anxiously: "I ate too much." ”

Yan Buwen pretended to dictate the novel, and when Xiao Rong was not paying attention, he shouted, and then a cold air erupted on his body, which frightened Xiao Rong and didn't dare to move, and the winter melon next to him was also chilled, not knowing what was happening, and then looked up and hurriedly lowered his head, Mr. Yan's eyes were too terrifying.

Yan Buwen saw that Xiao Rong stopped hiccups, retracted his momentum, and said with a smile: "It's okay now." ”

Xiao Rong reacted and found that she really didn't burp anymore, so she didn't eat snacks anymore, and quietly lay down next to listen to Yan Buwen's dictation, winter melon ghostwriting, because she ate too much, Yan Buwen finished dictating the third chapter, and Xiao Rong had fallen asleep.

"That's all for today, there are about 30,000 words in total." Yan Buwen bought some snacks for the winter melon to take back, and then hugged Xiao Rong who was asleep, it was really a little heavy, Xiao Rong looked very slim, but it was still a bit heavy when she really hugged it, Yan Buwen weighed it, there were still about more than ninety catties. Fortunately, during this time, I insisted on exercising every day, and I often did push-ups, so it was not difficult to pick up Xiao Rong.

Xiao Rong woke up halfway, and then looked around: "Uncle, are you done writing?" ”

"Well, it's done."

Xiao Rong wiped her eyes, and then couldn't hold back and continued to sleep, Yan Buwen went home and put Xiao Rong on the bed, originally wanted Xiao Rong to get up and brush her teeth, but Xiao Rong didn't look like she could wake up at all, so she could only take off her shoes and cover her with a quilt.

Early in the morning, Yan Buwen got up and did dozens of push-ups, his biceps were already obvious, he ran a kilometer in the morning, and when he came back, he found that breakfast had been done: "Don't you burp?" ”

Xiao Rong gave Yan Buwen a bowl of porridge, and said angrily: "Eat your porridge." ”

After eating and going to work, I was ready to hand over the novel manuscript to be sent tomorrow to Wang Liangting downstairs, as soon as Yan Buwen passed, Wang Liangting hurriedly got up from his seat: "Just let the winter melon come and send it, Mr. Yan, what are you running?" ”

After the lesson of the last time, Wang Liangting was already a little afraid of Yan and ignored it, and the events of that day were simply a nightmare!

"By the way." Yan Buwen was about to leave, Wang Liangting took out a stack of envelopes from the table, "This is the letter to Mr. 'Yongsheng' that I found in the mailbox of the newspaper office this morning, and I am your book lover." ”

Wang Liangting has already opened the envelope and read it, it is indeed a letter from a reader, but the quality is not very high, basically it is all scolding, Wang Liangting smiled and handed it to Yan Buwen, seeing that someone scolded Yan Buwen, he was still very cool, so he couldn't wait to hand over the letter to Yan Buwen.

Yan Buwen took a stack of letters, about a dozen, and returned to the office, but he didn't expect that someone was really writing letters to him, and then found that each envelope was opened, presumably by Wang Liangting, Yan Buwen took out all the letters, and then looked at them one by one, and then couldn't help laughing: "This group of people is really idle." ”

The people who read the novel are all people who have read books, and the people who wrote the letters are all old men, the old Wenxiu of the Qing Dynasty, who did not take the test for fame, but also recognized two words, and he is also old, and he likes to read novels when he has nothing to do, and after seeing "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", I feel that this is not good, and the plot is not right, if it is how they should write and how to write, and it also shows that he is an old book fan for decades, not deliberately picking thorns, it is you who write really badly. In the end, the author was scolded as "Yongsheng", thinking that the author could go home to plant sweet potatoes, what kind of stuff did he write.

Yan Buwen also smiled, yes, this group of old men really took themselves seriously, and it made sense to talk to Jin Yong.

Yan Buwen put the envelope aside, and after a while, the winter melon came over, and then handed Yan Buwen a pile of manuscripts, and the winter melon's eyes were bloodshot: "Mr. Yan, this is the 20,000 words I rushed yesterday, and there are more than 10,000 words left, and I will hand it over to you tomorrow." ”

Yan Buwen said: "Don't be in a hurry, write slowly, didn't sleep last night?" ”

Yan Buwen saw that the winter melon looked listless, and knew that he must not have slept for long last night, and Yan Buwen also saw that the winter melon was indeed really short of money, otherwise he would not be so desperate, after telling two sentences not to work too hard, the winter melon nodded, indicating that he knew, before leaving, the winter melon told Yan Buwen: "I have found someone who is willing to ghostwrite, tomorrow you will either make an appointment with a place, I will let him rush over." ”

"Tomorrow at noon, at the Yun'an Teahouse."

After the winter melon left, Yan Buwen looked at the manuscript and nodded incessantly, it was exactly the same as the content he dictated, and the handwriting was relatively clear, very good, Yan Buwen read it, and felt that it was not much different from what Jin Yong wrote, so he received the novel manuscript in the drawer.

In the evening, Yan Buwen dictated 20,000 words to the winter melon, plus a total of 50,000 words in front, at noon the next day, the winter melon came over and handed over the 30,000 words to Yan Buwen, Yan Buwen saw the winter melon and smiled: "This is your reward, go back tonight and sleep well, and continue tomorrow." ”

Winter melon nodded, but when he saw the one yuan, there was still brilliance in his eyes, but it was a relatively bleak brilliance.

There is a truth that the poor need not only money, but also dignity!