"Miscellaneous families have always been like this, and they don't enter the stream."

Li Chungang didn't seem to like the miscellaneous family, and after listening to Lin Ke's words, he snorted coldly: "It seems that because I am not in the court, everyone thinks that I am easy to bully." ”

In Li Chungang's heart, bullying Lin Ke is no different from bullying him.

"Teacher, I believe that there are more partners, and there is no rush for them." Lin Ke smiled: "The world is not the world of its miscellaneous family. ”

"Not bad!"

Just then, a somewhat weak voice sounded.

Lin Ke and Li Chungang immediately looked at the door.

I saw Chen An helping his father Chen Pingping to appear in the yard.

"Uncle Chen, have you recovered?" Lin Ke was a little surprised to see Chen Pingping recovering: "How is your injury?" ”

"It's fine." Chen Pingping's face was blank at this time, but his eyes looked bright.

"Father woke up today and heard that a miscellaneous family came to buy Brother Lin's novel, so he hurriedly asked me to help me over." Chen An carefully supported his father and explained to Lin Ke.

"Uncle Chen, you just woke up, why don't you go back and lie down and rest?" Lin Ke hurriedly went over to help Chen Pingping.

Li Chungang also frowned and said: "Chen Pingping, the first recovery from a serious illness is to keep your vitality!" ”

"It doesn't matter, the old man is the number one storyteller in the world, so why is he afraid of a little pain." Chen Ping waved his hand, his face showing a bit of arrogance.

The world's No. 1 storyteller!

Hearing this, except for Chen An, everyone looked stunned.

"The world's number one storyteller?" Lin Ke couldn't help but be stunned.

The name of the world's first......

"Heaven" is the Holy Emperor.

The first in the world means that the three provinces and twelve departments are all inferior to him.

No. 1 in the world?

Chen Pingping...... Chen An...... The upside-down camellia shop ...... "Listening to Chen Pingping's words, Li Chungang showed a sudden look:

"You are the world's first storyteller who lifted the Hanging Temple to save his wife Yu Xi? Everyone called you Yu Ping'an before, but your real name turned out to be Chen Pingping? ”

"I just want my wife and children to be safe." Chen Pingping shook his head when he heard this: "It's a pity that those bald donkeys ......"

"Forget it, don't talk about it." Chen Pingping looked at Lin Ke at this time, his eyes were full of appreciation: "Lin Ke, I have always liked you very much, and I am very pleased with your thoughts...... As the old man Li said, you, Long Zhang Fengzi, are unique in the world! ”

You don't want to apprentice, do you...... Lin Ke was a little stinky and a little funny, but he still said: "Uncle Chen has won the award, and you have taught it well." ”

"Don't be humble." Chen Pingping shook his head, and then looked at Chen An next to him: "My family can have your brother to take care of me, and I can rest assured a little bit." ”

Chen An was suddenly a little depressed: "Father, you ......"

"It's okay, I should have died thirteen years ago." Chen Pingping waved his hand and looked at Lin Ke: "This time I am just returning to the light, time is short, not more than three months." ”

Will you die in March?

Lin Ke frowned: "Uncle Chen, why don't I invite Uncle Qi to come......"

Anything is possible in this world.

With the respect of Qi Shangshu, it is estimated that there are not many things that are difficult to do.

"No, I have already hurt my soul, and I should have lost my soul thirteen years ago, but I have been suppressed for thirteen years with a bookish anger and a great Confucian heart."

Chen Pingping smiled and said: "Don't talk about Qi Shangshu, even the Holy Emperor and his old man are estimated to be intimate." ”

Holy Emperor?

The Holy Emperor can't do it himself!

This statement is undoubtedly of great effect.

What the Holy Emperor can't do, in everyone's cognition, is basically the same as not working.

Of course, in Lin Ke's thoughts, there may be a way, but the Holy Emperor can't do it, and they probably can't do it.

As a result, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

"The matter of life and death, the old man has long been downplayed." Chen Pingping had a smile on his pale face: "Life in the book can only survive as long as I read it, but I can exist in heaven and earth for more than 320 years, which is enough." ”

"It is worthy of 'laughing in a hundred worlds' Yu Ping'." Li Chungang sighed: "Don't worry, I like Chen An's little guy too, and I will take care of one or two." ”

"Thank you, old man." Chen Pingping nodded with a smile, and then said to Lin Ke: "I had a lot of storytellers and protégés back then, so why do we need his miscellaneous family to interfere in the affairs of our own novelists?" ”

"What's more, my novelist patriarch, Mr. Yu Chu, is still alive, who dares to touch the half-holy tiger whisker?"

Yu Chu!

Novelist Patriarch Yu Chu!

The demi-saint is still alive!

Hearing this, everyone's faces were different.

For example, Li Chungang is sudden, Chen An is excited, Chen Pingping is proud, and Lin Ke is confused.

Lin Ke's doubts were simple.

Since Yu Chu is still alive, why is the storyteller still reduced to this field and become a lowly person?

Of course, he wouldn't ask.

“…… Therefore, the old man has already contacted his protégé, and the result should be available in a few days. ”

"Although the storyteller is cheap, he is all over the streets and alleys, and although he cannot control the mouthpiece of the world, he can also set off gossip."

"Old man Guan Lin Ke Xiaoyou, your way of comics and novels are the best match for storytellers."

Chen Pingping said with a smile: "As for the matter of sharing...... Storytellers read a lot, but good books are scarce. ”

"We are storytellers, when we encounter wonderful books, we have to talk about them for free, not to mention books such as Lin Ke's "Fighting Through the Sky" and other books, which are really wonderful and wonderful."

"Such wonderful novels, I think, there are countless storytellers who are willing to make a name for you, Lin Ke."

"Of course, if Lin Ke is willing to share the profits for those hard-working children, they will definitely be even happier."

Listening to Chen Pingping's words, Lin Ke showed a sudden expression.

Indeed it is!

What the book famine wants to see most is probably a good book.

In his previous life, when he encountered good books, he always watched them with no sleep or food, and the highlights were either amazing, or he sighed with tears, or laughed out of a pig.

From the fifth or sixth grade of primary school, to junior high school and high school, to university to graduate school to doctorate, and then to the beginning of society......

Lin Ke has read a lot of novels, and naturally loves them very much.

Therefore, he can best understand the minds of these storytellers.

Those novels are not cultural garbage, not spiritual poison, not literary gossip.

Rather, it contains the painstaking efforts of the author of the novel.

The hot-blooded Xiao Yan, the fool Klein, the steady senior brother, and Xu Wufu who listened to the music......

There are also the Three Kingdoms where romanticism and domineering realism coexist, the Water Margin of personal heroism and love and hatred, and the Tang monks and monkeys who learn from the West......

They told the reader what is perseverance, what is unyielding, what is steady development, and what is 30 years of Hedong and 30 years of Hexi......

"Fifty-fifty." Lin Ke smiled: "You don't need to share the profits, they sell a book, and half of the income belongs to them!" ”

Fifty percent?!

Chen Pingping was stunned: "This ...... Too much! Lin Ke, let me tell you ......"

"No, Uncle Chen." Lin Ke shook his head, his eyes brightened: "I am also a novelist, and I am also a storyteller. ”