I didn't sleep all night, and when the rooster crowed at five or six o'clock, Yan Buwen lay on the bed and rested for a while, and it was only dawn at seven o'clock, Yan Buwen also got up quickly, and wrote only five or six thousand words last night, but it was enough, it can be regarded as a small chapter. wrote that Duan Yu came to Wuliang Mountain, and some of the turmoil was generated, the plot was very good, with ups and downs, and if you can find a newspaper to publish it, at least there will be a few dimes and a thousand words of remuneration.

Yu Wan got up very early, and Yan Buwen had his share of the investment, and she had her share in buying more and buying less. This is also the first time that Yu Wan has engaged in non-plagiarism work, and he even has a little expectation in his heart. The business of stealing is too unstable, and many people on the street don't have much money, if you meet some poor people who come to take refuge, Yu Wan can't bear to give money, this business is really not cost-effective.

So Yan Buwen and Yu Wan went out early in the morning, picked the nearest newspaper of "Little Daily", and prepared to send it over in person.

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"Little Daily" is a very small newspaper in Beijing, and the organizer Song Xindeng basically only publishes some, raising a few unfamous homes, and can sell 100 copies a day, which is basically considered to be a return to the capital, and more to buy and earn more. The boss Song Xindeng doesn't care, after all, he is just doing a small business, and this "Little Daily" earns him a few yuan a day, ten yuan. However, recently, Song Xindeng met a distinguished guest.

This family named Xiang Shuai, who used to be quite prestigious in the south, was known as the grandmaster of the southern faction, more well-known than Zhao Huanting, the grandmaster of the northern faction, came to Beijing last year and stayed for a while, so Song Xindeng personally came to visit. If Xiang Shuai can write a book for them, it will bring his tepid newspaper back to life.

Song Xindeng visited many times before, but Mrs. Xiang Shuai replied that Xiang Shuai is now self-cultivation and is not seen behind closed doors. But Song Xindeng went a few more times, Mrs. Xiang Shuai still promised him to visit, when Song Xindeng saw Xiang Shuai for the first time, he felt that this person was full of energy, his eyes were bright, and he had a very good kung fu foundation, no wonder the martial arts he wrote was so popular, it turned out that he was a martial arts master.

Xiang Shuai visited a few friends in Beijing this time, and planned to return to his hometown after a while, practicing martial arts every morning, practicing martial arts without delay, and starting to meditate in his free time. But Xiang Shuai has always had a knot in his heart, every time he is bored, he wants to write something, but he feels bored, so he doesn't write, creation comes from life, Xiang Shuai feels that now is not the best time to write. Even the star film company in Shanghai specially asked him to change the draft of "Burning Red Lotus Temple", but Xiang Shuai also delayed it again and again, and finally only changed it again and sent it by letter.

And what's more, there are talented people in the country, and it is time to cultivate some juniors.

And Song Xindeng's visit was just right, Xiang Shuai saw that the newspaper owner was so attentive, and it was not easy to refuse again, so he met and refused the request for an invitation, and instead indicated that he could go to the newspaper office and help choose a good manuscript.

"Thank you, sir, why didn't you write it?"

Xiang Shuai smiled helplessly: "If I can't write a book that surpasses him, what else can I write?" ”

Song Xindeng was puzzled: "Xiang Shuai has the name of a grandmaster in the south, who has this talent?" ”

Xiang Shuai smiled: "Forget it, he and I have become friends now, and only with opponents can we improve, and after a while, I will personally write a book to surpass him, and I won't mention it now." Xiang Shuai thought of that person, and he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, he might still be a little uncomfortable when he was surpassed by him before and took the name of the grandmaster. But after such a long period of recuperation, his heart has become much calmer, and when he thinks of this, he only has admiration for that person, and there is no jealousy at all.

This makes Xiang Shuai feel very good, as long as there is no such barrier in his heart, he can surpass the past.

Don't listen to it! I don't know where Little Brother Yan is now, it would be nice to have time to get together. Recently, Xiang Shuai has also read the newspapers, and he pays great attention to all the newspapers published by Xinglong Newspaper, but it is a pity that Yan Buwen has no longer written the pseudonym of "Yongsheng", and Xiang Shuai can't help but wonder if Yan Buwen has sealed his pen. Later, I saw reports that Xinglong Newspaper had expanded dramatically in recent times, and now it had laid down half of the country in the south, and Xiang Shuai could also guess that Yan Buwen might put all his energy on his career.

"Mr. Song, this is a manuscript sent by someone else in the past few days, by the way, someone sent a few manuscripts in the morning, but you are not here, I will put it on the table for you." When Song Xindeng went back, an employee came over to tell him about the draft. Song Xindeng nodded and let the employee busy. After looking at Xiang Shuai's somewhat different eyes, Song Xindeng explained: "Mr. Xiang, this newspaper was only opened by me on a whim, so there are only three employees, three families to raise, and a few homes that can make an appointment, so I smiled." ”

Xiang Shuai smiled: "It's okay, creation doesn't matter the environment." ”

Song Xindeng's heart was relieved, and Xiang Shuai was not as arrogant as rumored, so Song Xindeng introduced the content published in his "Little Daily" to Xiang Shuai: "Mainly suspense detectives, I don't know if Mr. Xiang has heard of Sherlock Holmes, this kind of detective has not been written by anyone in our country, so I recruited a few people to imitate it, and now it is much better, I can create my own story, and at least there is a fixed readership in Beijing." ”

"I've heard it, this one is very popular in the UK. Mr. Song also had the foresight, and if he could do a good job, there would be a lot of market. ”

Song Xindeng said: "But the main market is still martial arts, so I asked Mr. Xiang to come over, just to help guide my families." ”

"Hmm." Xiang Shuai nodded, and followed Song Xindeng to his dilapidated office, the entire newspaper was only in a small warehouse, separated by a few small rooms, and Song Xindeng's office was in the innermost one, very small, and very dilapidated.

"I'll see." Xiang Shuai picked up the manuscript, looked at it page by page, kept shaking his head, very dissatisfied, and Song Xin's heart on the side was cold, so how could he get his turn. And when Xiang Shuai picked up the last draft, after reading a few pages, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "This, who wrote this book?" ”

"Really, really? It reminds me of that old friend. Xiang Shuai was very shocked, and his hand holding the manuscript trembled a little.