Siheyuan: If I marry Qin Huairu, I will become stronger by showing off.

Chapter 403: Hot-blooded Hong Kong, the tiger descends from the mountain, the blue dragon ascends to the sky
Wu Youde's proposal made Sha Zhu a little surprised.

bet???

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, wondering: "Brother Wu, what's the bet?"

Wu Youde said: "Let's bet on how long it will take for your beloved woman to lie down under someone else."

"..."

Seeing that Sha Zhu didn't say anything, Wu Youde said, "I guess... in three days at least, five days at most, your Liu Lan will become someone else's Liu Lan."

"If you don't believe me, you might as well pay more attention to her these days."

Sha Zhu sat there silently, without saying a word.

After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Brother Wu, do you know where Xu Damao went?"

"Why are you asking him? Haven't you two always been at odds with each other?" Wu Youde said.

Sha Zhu forced a smile on his face, "Curious, I'm just curious... His father said he went to the army, but who would believe that?
If it were someone else, I would believe it.

But Xu Damao...haha, isn't this nonsense?
I have known that thief Sun since he was a child, and I know his character very well. Not only is he full of bad intentions, but he is also lazy and likes to cheat and play tricks.

Would such a person join the army?

I won’t believe it even if you kill me!
Besides, even if he was willing to join the army, he probably wouldn’t be accepted!
He looks like a donkey with a demonic head, who would want him?"

Hear this,

Wu Youde couldn't help but glance at him, thinking, where do you get the courage to mock Xu Damao's appearance? You two are obviously of the same kind, and you are equally matched, okay? !
If Xu Damao is a donkey that has become a spirit, then you are a shoe horn that has become a spirit.

"Brother Wu, Xu Damao always likes to stay close to you. He must have asked you for advice before he left!"

Sha Zhu whispered, "Brother Wu, I'm really curious. Please give me a heads up. Where did that thief Sun go and what did he do?"

Wu Youde glanced at him and nodded, "That's right, Zhuzi, you are quite smart. Xu Damao did come to see me before he left, and we chatted for quite a while."

Hearing this,

Sha Zhu's eyes suddenly lit up, he was a little surprised, and said happily: "Really? Hahaha, I said it, that thief Sun would definitely ask you, Brother Wu, for advice, and it turned out to be true!

Angkor, where did that thief Sun go?

Does he feel ashamed to face people and live in the yard, so he is ready to find a place where no one is around and live in anonymity for the rest of his life? "

Wu Youde was speechless. This train of thought was really strange.

He said calmly: "On the contrary, Xu Damao wants to make a lot of money, start a new chapter in his life, and live a life of superiority."

???

Sha Zhu stood there in a daze, looking at Wu Youde in confusion.

"Angkor, him?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Brother Wu, I'm not making fun of you. I'm making fun of Xu Damao. This grandson really dares to think that he can make a lot of money and live a life of luxury."

"Just him??"

"How ridiculous! I am dying of laughter!"

Looking at Sha Zhu who looked unconvinced, Wu Youde smiled and did not explain much, but just said: "You can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the depth of the sea by a bucket."

"Perhaps it won't be long before Xu Damao will make a big splash and scare you, Zhuzi."

……

At this moment, Kowloon is thousands of miles away from the capital.

Xu Damao, who wanted to make a lot of money and become famous, was looking across the street with a look of surprise on his face. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were full of disbelief.

This is an old street, the ground is paved with bluestone slabs, but it is bumpy and there are some small puddles. It had just rained and the ground was wet.

On the dark blue ground, there was a stream of red liquid flowing, and a lot of it gathered in small puddles, soon dyeing the puddles red.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

It turns out that the red liquid is blood.

Across the street, there was a group of young men with different hairstyles, clothes, and appearances, all holding sticks, blades, axes, daggers and other weapons in their hands.

This group of people should be two groups, belonging to different camps.

Because at this moment they were waving their weapons, howling and slashing at the people in front of them, with crazy expressions and shouting at the top of their lungs, as if those were the enemies who killed their fathers...

This group of people, roughly estimated to be at least fifty people!
In broad daylight, the sky is bright.

There are so many people fighting here, and the fight is so brutal! !
Xu Damao saw with his own eyes a bald man stabbing a knife into the stomach of another fat man, one knife, one knife, and one knife again! !
Five dollars!
The fat man smashed the bald man's head with the stick in his hand, and the bald man's head was split open and blood gushed out.

With two "dong" sounds, two people, one in front and one behind, fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

This made Xu Damao's heart tremble. He guessed that these two people should, maybe...

Absolutely, I can’t survive!
Two lives were lost right before my eyes!
This made Xu Damao feel extremely tragic, extremely exciting, and also extremely absurd...

This kind of scene absolutely does not exist in the capital, and no one would dare to do it.

Just kidding, if so many people dared to go out on the street with razor blades, they would probably be shot by police officers with guns before they could even start a fight...

But in this Nine Dragons, it really exists.

What's even more outrageous is that this is the third time Xu Damao has witnessed such a scene...

The first time was five days ago.
As soon as they got off the boat, they saw two groups of people fighting on the dock. The fight was fierce, but he didn't see it to the end.

Because Le Kun, who led them to Kowloon, said that this was a land grab and it was none of their business, so it would be better to leave early.

The second time was four days ago.
After Le Kun found a hotel for him and Yang Ergou to stay in, Xu Damao became very curious about Kowloon. He heard that this was the territory of the Eagle Country people, so he wanted to go out and take a look.

The two went out and found a restaurant.

We were having dinner when suddenly a group of people rushed in, each holding a machete. After coming in, they overturned two tables and shouted at the boss to come out and pay protection money.

Xu Damao had the wrong idea and ran away with Yang Ergou early in the morning.

This is the third time today. Today the fight is bigger in scale and the fighting is more brutal!

Xu Damao was trembling with fear, and kept shouting inwardly...

Why is it so messy here?
This is too messy!

Isn’t this the territory of the Eagles?
Isn’t it said that the Eagle Country is very powerful?
Then why is their territory so chaotic? !

Don’t the Eagles have government offices, laws, or police officers?

They came out today to look for someone. Yang Ergou said that someone from the sect was here, so they were going to check it out. They never expected to see such an explosive and bloody scene...

Xu Damao pulled Yang Ergou's sleeve and said in a low voice: "Brother Yang, how about we come back another day?
They are fighting so fiercely now, and everyone is bloodthirsty. If we go over there, I'm afraid we will be affected...

If you get hurt, it will be too unfair!"

Yang Ergou took out a black-and-white photo from his pocket, looked at it, and then his eyes wandered over the people who were fighting on the opposite side. When Xu Damao pulled his sleeve, he was looking at someone on the opposite side.

"Tian Shui Niu!!" Yang Ergou suddenly shouted.

This shout scared Xu Damao so much that he trembled all over. At the same time, a dark-skinned man with a flat head opposite him turned his head and looked over.

Yang Ergou smiled, put the photo in his pocket, and walked over.

This almost scared Xu Damao to death! !

There are dozens of people on the other side holding knives and fighting each other. If you go over there, you will be courting death???
If you die, won't I be left alone?

This is just bullshit, making bullshit money!!
Xu Damao shouted urgently: "Hey, hey, hey, Brother Yang, Brother Yang, please come back soon!! Brother Yang!!!"

Yang Ergou didn't even turn his head, waved his hand casually, and rushed towards the crowd that was fighting. On the way, he picked up a wooden stick from the ground.

Then, he ran away...

Like a tiger descending from a mountain, or a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the wooden stick seemed to come alive in his hand, and with a fierce and violent momentum, it blasted into the crowd of people who were fighting...

……

November 15th.

A huge black headline appeared on the front page of the new issue of "Wenyi Bao".

'Qinglong's new work is coming, the third part of the Condor Heroes trilogy begins! '

'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber!'

'If Yitian doesn't come out, who can compete with him? The precious sword slays dragons, and commands the world, no one dares to disobey!'

This immediately caused a lot of discussion in the market. The name Qinglong is now widely known, not only among young people, but also among middle-aged and elderly people, and even illiterate people know this person.

Although illiterate people cannot read newspapers, it does not prevent them from listening to books in teahouses.

It is worth mentioning that,
With the successive hits of novels like "The Snow Mountain Flying Fox", "My Little Princess", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Return of the Condor Heroes", storytellers in many teahouses across the country have changed their programs.

In the past, people talked about "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", "Seven Heroes and Five Gallants", "The Legend of White Snake", or "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin" and "Journey to the West".

Up to now, most of them are novels in the Qinglong series. After "Snow Mountain Flying Fox", I will talk about "Legend of the Flying Fox", and then "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Return of the Condor Heroes".

Teahouses that mention these novels have very good business!
As a result, some teahouses even began to require storytellers to read these novels in order to attract customers.

With the publication of The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Return of the Condor Heroes, the name of Qinglong has reached a new level, becoming more famous and gaining more fans.

Whether in the industry or outside, there is no longer any doubt about Qinglong's strength.

This guy is quite capable!

The story written by this person is interesting, wonderful, so good!!!

Therefore, as soon as the new issue of "Wenyi Bao" was on the market, its sales immediately soared. In less than half a day, copies of "Wenyi Bao" in many places, many stores, and many newsstands were sold out and in short supply.

The calls for restocking almost paralyzed the telephone lines at the editorial office of Literary Gazette, and the front door of the editorial office was filled with people, all asking for restocking...

This scene made everyone in the editorial department of Literary Gazette surprised and delighted, but at the same time they were anxiously scratching their heads. With so many of you asking for replenishment, how can we give you so much?
How much we print in each issue is determined by our superiors after careful analysis and proper arrangements.

How can we just print more at will?
It’s too late to print more copies in this short period of time!
The editorial office of Literary Gazette was surrounded...

When Mao Dun heard the news, he was stunned, but then he was overjoyed. This newspaper was founded by him personally, and a lot of his hard work was put into it.

However, the newspaper has always performed lukewarmly, with mediocre sales and response, and a low presence among the public. Some people don't even know that this newspaper exists.

Although he later went to work in the cultural sector, he still kept the Literary Gazette in mind. When he heard that the newspaper was sold out, so many people came to request a restock that they blocked the editorial office door...

How could this not make him happy?
Mao Dun immediately tried to contact the Literary Gazette via the internal phone, but was shocked to find that the call was not connected and the line was always busy!
This made him feel helpless and happy. It seemed that the situation was more optimistic than he had imagined!

In the afternoon,

The Literary Gazette temporarily printed an additional 500,000 copies and specially assigned a printing plant to be responsible for the printing. As soon as the newspapers were printed, they were taken away one by one by trucks that had been waiting for a long time and delivered to various distribution points for bulk distribution.

However, not long after, a dramatic scene occurred.

The next morning,

The editorial office of Literary Gazette was surrounded again and the telephone was paralyzed again.

Still the same question as yesterday!

Sold out, restock! Restock!!

We are restocking!!

"Wenyi Bao" is different from other newspapers such as "Beijing Daily" and "Ta Kung Pao". It is not published once a day, but a bimonthly, once every two weeks.

Therefore, an issue of Literary Gazette can be sold for a long time, at least for half a month, and many people like to buy past issues.

Five hundred thousand copies, sold out again in half a day!

Adding the previous 300,000 copies, this is a total of 800,000 copies, and they were sold out in one day!
What’s even more outrageous is that there are still many dealers who need to replenish their stocks!

This made the entire editorial department of Literary Gazette dumbfounded...

Editor-in-chief Shen Wenjun picked up his bicycle keys and ran out, hurried downstairs, and rode his bicycle straight to the Cultural Affairs Office.

……

"What did you say? Five hundred thousand copies sold out again??"

Maodun's eyes widened, then he frowned: "Old Shen, are you drunk so early in the morning?"

Shen Wenjun wiped the sweat from his forehead. The wind was howling on that cold day, but he pedaled hard all the way and made himself sweat.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Boss, how dare I? Besides, even if I really drank, I wouldn't dare to come in front of you, right?"

"Leader, if you don't believe me, give the editorial department a call now. If you can get through, I'll leave right away."

"really?"

Contradiction was half-believing and half-doubting, he raised his eyebrows, looked at the phone, hesitated for a moment, but curiosity overcame reason, and he dialed the number...

Blind sound.

The line is busy!

"hiss!!"

Mao Dun suddenly took a deep breath and said in surprise: "This is...really sold out?"

"That's right. If there weren't so many people blocking my way, I wouldn't believe it even if you beat me to death..."

Although Shen Wenjun had a bitter smile on his face, he was extremely happy in his heart!

This is going to create a miracle!!
Seeing that Contradiction hadn't said anything for a long time, Shen Wenjun plucked up his courage and said with a smile: "Leader, how much do you think is appropriate to print this time?"

Mao Dun glanced at him and said, "You are the editor-in-chief, shouldn't you decide this?"

"cough."

Shen Wenjun suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly: "I was the one who made the decision yesterday, but... well, to be honest, I'm a little unsure now."

"Leader, please give me some advice..."

Mao Dun laughed and nodded at him, "I think you have other intentions. You still want me to coordinate for you, right?"

Shen Wenjun chuckled and did not deny it.

In today's environment, all resources are in short supply, from small items like needles and threads to large items like airplanes and cannons. The same is true for printing factories and even the paper used for printing.

Both of them knew this very well.

When the Literary Gazette was first established, Mao Dun went to General Manager Zhou to ask for help because of the paper problem...

Mao Dun nodded slightly and asked, "Then how much do you plan to print for the second time?"

Shen Wenjun had obviously thought it through on the way here. When he heard the leader's question, he immediately stretched out his hand.

"Five hundred thousand copies?"

Mao Dun nodded. Although the number was not small, it was still within the controllable range. "Then I'll try it. It should be..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Shen Wenjun shaking his head repeatedly.

Contradiction was startled, and said unhappily: "Why, you still want me to give you a guarantee, or issue a military order?"

"How dare I, leader?!"

Shen Wenjun shrank his neck and laughed, "Leader, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Leader, you misunderstood..."

Shen Wenjun stretched out his hand again and said with a smile: "It's not five hundred thousand."

Not five hundred thousand?
Maodun was stunned and thought, could it be 50,000?
Then he felt relieved.

"If it's 50,000, it's easy. We can get it done today."

Shen Wenjun pulled up his stool, moved closer to the desk, and lowered his voice, "Leader, it's not 50,000 either.

If it's 50,000, I can do it myself, why would I need your help?"

contradiction:"……"

The smile on his face froze suddenly, and then his brows twitched wildly, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the smiling Shen Wenjun.

The contradiction is that I suspect I am overthinking and thinking in the wrong way.

impossible!
How is that possible?

He calmed himself down and said in a deep voice, "Don't say it's five million. If it's five million, please go back to where you came from. My temple is too small to accommodate such a big Buddha like you."

"No, leader!"

"You can't just stand by and watch someone die..."

Shen Wenjun pleaded, "Leader, the Literature and Art Newspaper has finally seen the light of day and has the momentum to take off. Now is a good opportunity to seize the opportunity and expand the battle situation in one go!"

"Leader, the Literary Newspaper is your own child. You are its biological mother. You must not stand by and watch it die..."

"Leader, can the Literature and Art Newspaper be launched?"

"Alright, alright! Shut up!!"

Mao Dun was so annoyed that he scolded, "What a mess! Nonsense!"

"Leader, what I said is all true..." Shen Wenjun said weakly.

contradiction:"……"

Shen Wenjun added: "Leader, the Literature and Art Newspaper has become a national newspaper, which is also a great honor for you. We finally did not embarrass you, so we can rest assured."

Mao Dun rubbed his brows and waved his hands.

……

(End of this chapter)