Writing in the Republic of China (6)

Not only old doctors think so, but also many people who have read "Memoirs of a Cultivation of Immortality" think so. In the past, when they saw the serialized manuscripts, they would always cut off the most exciting parts like this. At that time, they would just let it go if they cursed twice, but it was not like It's like this now. After I put down the newspaper, I was scratching my head and wanted to read it.

The key point is that even if you want to read it, you can't. The Rou'an Daily has always been such a pisser. What's more, even if the newspaper is willing to let go, it can't fit so many articles in the newspaper.

For those who are relatively calm, the worst they can do is hold the newspaper and read it a few more times. Especially the parts that are enjoyable to read must be carefully recalled.

After all, Ji Changze is here to make money, and if he wants to quickly enter the market, he naturally has to write as exciting as possible. People say three chapters are a small point, and twenty chapters are a big point. Ji Changze is amazing. He has three small happy points in one chapter and one big happy point at the end.

There are really not many novels nowadays that are specifically aimed at being happy. Even if they are happy, they will only be happy later after the protagonist has developed. Most of the other novels are somewhat realistic, and occasionally they use novels to criticize certain things. The author of something.

Ji Changze admires these authors very much. When he studied the novel system of the Republic of China these days, he read it every day. In fact, most authors wrote things not just to make money, but to express their true feelings, or to use pens to satirize. Something, or maybe I hope to use the articles I write to expose the illusion of peace today.

However, the things published in newspapers now cannot be too blatant. Otherwise, newspapers cannot bear the responsibility and will never publish them, so they can only write implicitly.

The sad thing is that most people who buy newspapers cannot see the implicit expression of the author. After all, most people nowadays are illiterate, and most of the literate people only know a word, so this results in 90% of the Some people can't see it, and 10% of those who can see it remain silent.

Ji Changze could see it, so he admired these authors even more for their willingness to stand up in this situation. After all, the article was published directly in the newspaper for the public to see. If it was discovered, it would definitely be a target.

He took out his backup list of vests and picked out a vest, planning to use this vest if he published similar articles in the future.

When submitting articles, I look for newspapers that have people behind them. As long as they get in, even if something goes wrong, the newspaper will not be implicated. If something goes wrong, no one will know who they are as soon as they lose their vest.

When he makes enough money and stabilizes the situation at home, he can then feel free to go on a big adventure.

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became. Ji Changze put away his hundred or so vests and continued to write.

He is lazy and plans to write a month's worth of manuscripts in one go, and then do something else this month.

Liu Qingru had no idea that his junior brother was a tentacle monster. Even though he was excitedly listening to people saying that Rou'an Daily was going to sell out like crazy, many people couldn't wait for the newsboy to come to the newspaper office to buy newspapers, and they didn't even think about urging Ji Changze to update.

Someone at the bottom said: "Many people came to our newspaper office and asked if they could put more of "Memoirs of a Cultivation of Immortality" in it. It just wasn't enough. They also said that if we were willing to put more of it, they would definitely buy our Rou'an Daily every day."

Liu Qingru was very stable: "Since they have said such things, even if we don't publish more, they will definitely still buy our newspapers."

"But I saw that they were pressing hard and said they were willing to pay extra to buy it, but the bottom was blocked."

"It's not enough to rush them. If we feed them in one go now, will they still buy newspapers in the future?" Liu Qingru, the old god, was there and continued: "Besides, Shenze has something going on at home, so how can he spare the time to write a manuscript? Just the same, little by little.”

"Then what if these people come upstairs? They heard that Shen Ze submitted his manuscript directly to you, but they keep making noises to find you."

Liu Qingru lay back leisurely and took a sip of tea: "Just say I'm not here. If they still press, just say I went to Shenze's house to press for the manuscript."

As soon as these words came out, although everyone was dubious, they were a little calmer than before.

It's embarrassing to say that they are no longer children after all, and now they are making such a fuss over a novel. But this novel looks really strange, isn't it just a novel? How could it make their blood boil just by looking at it?

Someone came out of the newspaper office and met an acquaintance. The acquaintance didn't read novels, and he was very puzzled by them making such a fuss. Now that he saw someone he knew, he felt a bit of ridicule in his confusion.

"Why are you making such a fuss? How old are you? Why are you still acting like a child? You are not afraid of others seeing you laughing."

The man: "..."

He held the newspaper in his hand, rolled his eyes, and took the idea into consideration. He chuckled and leaned over and handed the newspaper in his hand to the acquaintance: "You will know after you take a look."

"Let me see? What should I see?"

The acquaintance didn't take it seriously, but he couldn't bear to brush off the other person's face, so he took it over and said while looking at it: "I never like to look at these things. If you show me, I can't see anything." ”

"You'll know just by looking at it." The man encouraged him, while looking at the acquaintance's hand holding the newspaper with distress, he said with heartache, "Be careful when you take the newspaper, I have to take it back and keep it."

"It's just a newspaper. Look at you like this. If you damage it, I'll just pay you a copy."

After the acquaintance laughed at him, he lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper. As he read, the indifferent attitude on his face gradually disappeared, and he gradually sank into it.

After reading it, he felt refreshed all over and wanted to read it again.

The person waiting next to him saw that he had been standing there for a long time without saying anything, and asked: "You haven't finished reading it yet?"

"I'll read it again."

The man immediately refused and snatched the newspaper and protected it: "If you want to read it, buy it yourself. I haven't read it yet."

The man thought so too. There was a newspaper office in front. Isn't it easy to buy a newspaper?

He squeezed in, and finally squeezed to the front and said that he wanted to buy a newspaper. Someone said: "I'm sorry, sir, today's newspaper is sold out."

Sold out? ! !

How can it be sold out just like that? !

How long has it been? In the past, even if I came to buy newspapers at dusk, it would definitely be a lot.

This person is not the only one who has such doubts.

Nowadays, reading novels is not accepted by the elders. Except for those famous authors, other novels are considered by the elders to be worse than studying hard.

Therefore, there are many cases where the elders scold the younger generation for wasting time reading such things, and the younger generation is not convinced and gives the newspaper to the elders, or reads to the elders.

And if they are reading outside, there will be more people who hear it.

In addition, word of mouth spreads, and you recommend me and I recommend you, so the newspaper office is directly crowded.

Some people left disappointed after hearing that the newspaper office said it was sold out. Before the people in the newspaper office could breathe a sigh of relief, another group of people who wanted to buy newspapers arrived. They were almost like repeaters.

"Sorry, sir, the newspapers are sold out."

"I'm so sorry."

"Sorry, sir, there are no more newspapers."

The people who received them were exhausted, but the whole newspaper office was so happy that they wanted to fly to the sky.

Everyone knows that these people who can't buy newspapers today will become the main buyers tomorrow. Now they are increasing the number of newspapers tomorrow. You can imagine how much money the newspaper office will make.

Everyone looked at Liu Qingru with admiration: "Where did you dig this Shen Ze from? Our newspaper hasn't been so lively for a long time."

Liu Qingru was happier than them, but he didn't forget to take the opportunity to seek benefits for his junior brother: "Don't worry about where I dug him out. Now Shen Ze alone has made our newspapers sell out. Shouldn't we pay him more than before? It would be inappropriate if it is the same as others."

The boss of Rouan Daily is a money-oriented person. He runs this newspaper with the help of his father who has some power behind him. It is precisely because his father is too outstanding that the boss always wants to run the newspaper well, so that his father will look at him with new eyes and let others know that a tiger father will have a dog son.

The newspaper has been tepid before. It can't be said that it is not profitable, but it can't be said to be very popular. He was dissatisfied in his heart. Now Shen Ze alone has made their newspapers in short supply. He is happy in his heart and also said to Liu Qingru: "Talk to Shen Ze about the conditions and be generous."

Liu Qingru knows their boss. When he says generous, he is really generous.

He was delighted. No one knew how much money writing could make. His boss was generous, so his teacher's family would no longer be worried about lack of money.

When this novel was finished, he would print it as a whole book and sell it. He would probably make more money.

He was happily preparing to go to his teacher's house to tell them the good news. However, when he looked down from the window, there were still a lot of people below. He had no choice but to wait until dark when people dispersed.

While Liu Qingru was waiting to find Ji Changze, the discussion about "Memories of Cultivation" in the city was still going on.

In a school, a student bought a newspaper. After reading it, he generously let everyone pass it around. At this moment, the teacher had not come yet, so everyone was chatting enthusiastically.

"Do you think this is Mr. Shen Ze's true memory?"

"No, it's written in the first line that the content is purely fabricated and we shouldn't take it seriously?"

"But this is too real. Look, it says that he encountered a fire when he was a child, and the sky was red, but the local newspapers didn't report it at all, as if it didn't exist. Many people don't even know about it. My second uncle was doing business in the area he mentioned. I remember he told me that there was a big fire there, but many people didn't know about it. Unless Shen Ze is a local, how could he know about it? ”

Someone raised a different opinion: "If you say so, then didn't Shen Ze also write very clearly about the hail in Yuan County?"

Someone suddenly raised: "Could it be... this is really a memoir of a cultivator? These things are also what Shen Ze has experienced. He is really a cultivator, otherwise how could he know so much? Look, foundation building, opening, fusion, heartbeat, golden elixir, Yuanying... There are many more behind. If he is not a cultivator, could these be made up by Shen Ze himself?"

It's also fortunate that Ji Changze didn't know what they were thinking. If he knew, he would laugh out loud.

Didn't he deliberately write in the direction of "Although I said this is fake, you will think it's true as you read it"?

No matter what era, most people are eager for immortality.

Even if Ji Changze only wrote 80% of it, after they imagined "this is a memoir written by a cultivator", the 8 points will become 10 points.

One spread ten, ten spread a hundred.

It would be strange if this novel didn't become popular.

If someone comes to Ji Changze directly, he can put on an innocent face and say: "Hey, are you serious? How could it be? Didn't I write a letter at the beginning saying whether it was fiction or not?"

Quite perfect!

When it got dark, Liu Qingru knocked on the door.

It was Ji Changze who opened the door. Liu Qingru now looked at Ji Changze as if he were looking at a golden egg.

Before he could speak, an affectionate smile appeared on his face.

"Nagaze, have you gone out today? You don't know that your novel is popular!"

Ji Changze nodded calmly. Instead of being happy that his novel became popular, he thanked Liu Qingru first: "I also want to thank you, senior brother. If it weren't for senior brother, it would be difficult for me to publish it even if I wrote it."

Liu Qingru sighed when he saw his expression of "I had expected that everything would be under my control".

After all, I still underestimated this junior brother before. Think about it, these students who were taught by the teacher should not be said to be among the best. After all, they all have successful careers. How can the teacher's son be any worse?

Because of Ji Changze's calmness, Liu Qingru didn't want his junior brother to think that he was making a fuss, so he tried to calm down and said with a smile: "The big boss of our newspaper knew about this and asked me to negotiate the price with you. He I mean, I want you to stay in our newspaper.”

After saying that, Liu Qingru patted his bag, looked around and saw no one outside, and then said mysteriously: "I brought all the real money and silver."

"Don't worry, I am your senior brother. If you have any requests, just tell me. I will go to the big boss again. Senior brother tells you that as long as the request is not too excessive, the big boss will definitely agree."

Ji Changze smiled: "I used to just play around, how could I understand this? I submitted articles because I knew in my heart that my senior brother is taking care of our family. I regard my senior brother as my elder brother. I only dared to know that you would not let me suffer." In this case, I don’t know what to do if we communicate with the newspaper, why don’t we talk to my father?”

These words made Liu Qingru feel warm in his heart.

Although he didn't expect any reward for helping the teacher and his family, he was happy to hear his junior brother's affirmation and gratitude in person!

Doing good deeds is based on voluntariness and concern for the teacher, but this does not mean that he does not want to hear people praise him for being filial to the teacher and taking care of his juniors. He is happy to do good deeds in obscurity. Knowing that others are watching what he does, he also feels that he is doing good things in his heart. Okay, that would be even more enjoyable.

Liu Qingru felt herself drifting off and said cheerfully: "Okay, I'll go talk to the teacher."

The teacher is a veteran, so Nagasawa cannot be disadvantaged.

He has not forgotten Ji Changze's indifferent look before. It is conceivable that the teacher, who has seen a lot of the world, will be the same, and as a student of the teacher, how can he look like he has never seen the world.

So when he entered, Liu Qingru deliberately controlled the expression on his face to appear calm, making sure that the teacher would not think that he was impetuous and would get carried away by trivial matters before walking in.

Ji's father was still sitting on the bed, but this time he was reading a book. He was surprised to see the students coming.

Haven't you just been here? Why are you here again?

The expression on his face was normal, it didn't look like something big happened. By the way, he must have wanted to give them money by taking advantage of his eldest son's writing of the manuscript.

Ji's father estimated that this was the case. While he was pleased with the students' filial piety, he also thought that it would be okay if he refused for a while. Others didn't know about Nagasawa, so didn't he know?

What's more, the situation at home is not that serious. It's just that his illness is a little more troublesome. He is no longer in his 80s. When he gets better, he can still work hard.

Father Ji sat quietly, waiting for the student to finish speaking and refuse.

Liu Qingru sat on the bedside and said as expected: "Teacher, I have sent out Nagasawa's manuscript and it is very popular."

Hey, I don’t even know how to make up lies. How can I be popular at Nagasawa’s level?

Liu Qingru: "Our big boss specifically asked me to keep Nagasawa. No, he gave me a lot of money just to let me win over Nagasawa and only let him publish articles in our newspaper."

Look, look, what he said, he brought money and made up a big boss. This kid really thought he was sick and confused.

Although Liu Qingru had known for a long time that the teacher was calm and expected everything, he did not expect that the teacher would remain unmoved when he told such two pieces of good news. There was even a hint of "I knew it" in his eyes.

He was immediately in awe.

The teacher deserves to be a teacher.

As a student, he couldn't be too impetuous and let the teacher think that he was not stable at all.

Thinking about it, Liu Qingru coughed dryly and started pouring silver dollars from his bag. The silver dollars fell onto the bed with a clatter, almost blinding Ji's father.

Ji's father had thought before that the students would subsidize them out of their own pockets, but he never expected that Qingru would actually get so many silver coins.

Where did he get so much money? !

Ji's father was not the kind of person who sucked students' blood. He immediately frowned and straightened up and waved his hands: "No, I don't want it."

Liu Qingru immediately gave Ji's father an "I understand" look: "Teacher, I understand what you mean. These silver coins are indeed too little for Nagasawa's ability. Don't worry, our big boss is very rich. These silver coins are just I told him who bought those manuscripts that if Nagasawa’s next book is still as good as it is, we will calculate it according to the share, and then the money will be even more.”

Ji’s father: “???”

Why does it sound like this? This money really wasn't given by Liu Qingru? ?

Changze earned it? ? No way, that guy has this ability?

Liu Qingru continued: "Teacher, you don't know, today our newspaper office was blocked by a bunch of people, clamoring to read the back of Changze's novel. I said before that Changze doesn't like reading, he just likes to play around, why didn't you do anything about it? It turns out that you knew he had this ability. But think about it, Changze was young before, and didn't have to bear the family business, so you naturally didn't want to restrict him. Now that you are sick, Changze has stood up all of a sudden, right?"

Ji's father: ...Is that so? ?

He paused for a long time before saying, "Show me Changze's manuscript."

"Teacher, how did you know I brought the newspaper? Oh, you are so stupid. I feel like I can never learn like you in my whole life."

Ji's father: "..."

He asked Liu Qingru to bring Ji Changze's handwritten manuscript...

Liu Qingru took out the newspaper that he had planned to read carefully at home and handed it to Ji's father. Ji's father glanced at his student and took the newspaper to read it.

This was amazing.

Before knowing that Changze was writing a manuscript, he didn't think that his son could write a good manuscript from the bottom of his heart, but he was still very happy that Changze had the ambition to make progress, so he didn't say anything.

As a result, he was stunned when he saw the manuscript.

Is this written by my son? ?

My eldest son who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, doesn't care about anything, can't do anything, and is the first in relying on his parents? ?

He never wrote articles before, but when he wrote, he wrote so beautifully? ?

Ji's father was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted.

My son is a genius! !

It was also thanks to his habit of not showing his emotions, so he didn't break the image of a steady teacher. Liu Qingru next to him was full of sincere flattery: "I said, teacher, why are you not in a hurry to play with bricks? It turns out that you know Changze's ability and know that even if you are sick, Changze is there."

Ji's father: "..."

No, he played with bricks because he was anxious to exercise and get up early to support the family.

And it wasn't playing with bricks. Changze read a foreign book that said that he did it because he could quickly recover his physical strength.

Liu Qingru continued to flatter.

I said that when I praised Changze, I thought you would be very happy, but I didn't expect you to be so calm. I guessed it at the time. No one knows a son better than his father. You must have planned it long ago.

I'm afraid you also expected the sensation caused by this manuscript and the fanatical love of the crowd, otherwise you wouldn't be so calm when I said it.

You also expected the big boss's attention. Yes, I still remember the calm expression on your face when you listened to me just now.

Ji's father, who had just determined that the student was lying to him to help his family, said: "..."

He turned his head and saw that the admiration and respect in the student's eyes were about to burst out.

He looked down at the newspaper in his hand.

Why does it feel like a dream?

Ji's father had taught students before, so he could naturally see that although the words written by Ji Changze were not gorgeous, and even had a bit of colloquialisms, it would definitely be a disadvantage if it was put in an article, but it would definitely be an advantage if it was put in a novel.

Could it be that he really underestimated his eldest son in the past?

Could it be that Changze really only had him as a father at home, so he could play around without worry, and now that something happened at home, he immediately stood up?

Could it be that Changze's talent was really in writing novels? He didn't write before because his family was not short of money, but now that it was his time to shine, his talent and skills emerged?

It seems nonsense, but if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

Liu Qingru next to him was still praising the teacher for being a teacher. Ji's father was really embarrassed to say that he had actually thought about it wrong before. He coughed dryly and returned the newspaper.

Sitting upright, with a calm expression, his tone revealed a hermit-like demeanor:

"It's good to know, you should still learn more from me."