"Hey, I'll do you want to give me a Mingbao Evening News." Li Xuan took out two dollars from his wallet and handed the money to the old man who was reading the newspaper in front of him.

The old man slowly raised his head from the back of the newspaper, and did not take the money, but looked at Li Xuan indifferently before saying, "No more, all the ones today are sold out."

"Sold out?" Li Xuan was stunned, and then glanced at the newspaper stall. Sure enough, there was no Ming Pao Evening News. How could it be? Why did the evening newspaper be sold out so quickly? Li Xuan looked at his watch and it was less than six o'clock, and it was not dark yet.

Li Xuan also planned to collect all the newspapers that serialized his novels from the first to the last. Isn’t it a cultural relic after decades? Just when he was worried that his collection would be broken, Li Xuan found that Lao Qitou was holding a Mingbao Evening News, and quickly shouted: "Lao Qitou, don’t you still have one in your hand? Sell it for me!"

The old man didn't raise his head, and said in the back of the newspaper: "If you don't sell this one, you have to buy it somewhere else!"

"I'll go, you're so unethical. I've bought newspapers here for half a month, and you won't sell them to me?"

"If you say you don't sell, you won't sell it. My son likes to read it. If you sell it, I will have to spend more money to buy another one? I will buy it somewhere else, otherwise it will be gone after the other place." The old man said slowly behind the newspaper.

Go buy somewhere else? The next newspaper stand is away from this intersection, and the money for taking the bus is enough to buy another newspaper. Li Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "Old, I'll pay four dollars to buy yours."

Now the old man was in a state of energy and raised his head from the back of the newspaper and asked, "Really?"

"real?"

"Then can you sell the main magazine for two dollars?"

"Okay...No, no!" Li Xuan almost missed his tongue and stared at the old man with his eyes. He wanted the supplement and what's the use of asking for the main magazine?

Li Xuan hurriedly changed his words: "Or you can sell me the supplement for two dollars!"

"No, my son wants to read the supplement, and I can't sell it to you." The old man said with a worried face. On one side, he was his son, and on the other side, he was two Hong Kong dollars. It was hard to give up.

"I said, "Old, what's the best thing about the supplement? You have to let your son work hard and read less novels..." Li Xuan began to persuade the old man that if he succeeded, he would have to run a lot of roads. But after half of the persuasion, Li Xuan suddenly realized that something was wrong. He was just writing novels. If others read less, wouldn't it be a waste of his own wealth?

Li Xuan quickly changed his words: "Your son is working hard now. You can keep the novel for two days to read. Don't worry, don't worry. I can't do it. If I don't read it for a day, it's like I'm sick, and I'm not energetic the next day. I said, "Okay, you'll pity me, let me give this newspaper to me."

Now that it turned out, Lao Qitou buried his head and said in the back of the newspaper, "I can't sell you anymore. My son doesn't read this novel for a day, it's like he's sick and has no energy the next day. You're different. I've found that you're not working and wandering everywhere all day long. Why don't my son finish reading it and sell it to you tomorrow?"

Li Xuan was stupid, how could he have the opposite effect? ​​This is not right.

"Your son likes reading novels so much!" Li Xuan said gritting his teeth. He had never seen anyone who could see any illness after reading novels.

When he mentioned his son, the old man felt a little more energetic, raised his head and said with a bitter face, "Hey, who said it was not? I read that iron-blooded genius more than ten days ago, and it was like losing my soul. I couldn't sleep well if I didn't read it for a day. He used to like Jin Yong's books, but now he liked it even more. Have you sold out this newspaper? Is it still good to write martial arts? "

When Li Xuan heard the old man's first half of the sentence, he was happy. He met his book fans. But Li Xuan was stunned for the next half of the sentence. What happened to Guan Jinyong in this book?

"Old Qitou, this book was not written by Jin Yong, the author is Mu Zixuan!" Li Xuan quickly corrected the old man's mistake.

"Not Jin Yong?" The old man was stunned and quickly picked up the newspaper in his hand and looked at it: "Hey, I haven't noticed it. It's really not Jin Yong. Who is this Mu Zixuan?"

Mu Zixuan is standing in front of you! Li Xuan was proud of himself, hehe! My buddy finally became famous. By the way, the old man just now sold well. Do you want to ask Jin Daxia to increase the royalties? But it's very difficult. Jin Daxia is famous for being stingy. Why was he so stupid last time? 70 yuan for a thousand words and 60 yuan for a thousand words, and he lost thousands of yuan at once. It seems that he still has to continue to lose money.

"Who is Mu Zixuan? I haven't heard of it before. I said, Xiao Feizai, you know..., Huh? Where is the person?" Old Qitou was confused about this name he had never heard of, and raised his head to ask Li Xuan, but unfortunately there was no one in front of the newspaper stall.

"Hey, Xiao Feizai! Do you want newspapers anymore?" Lao Qi shouted at Li Xuan who was walking away.

Li Xuan turned around and waved his hand and replied, "No, thank you son for me."

Li Xuan decided not to have that newspaper and went to the next newspaper stall to see if there was any. It was not easy for him to have such an enthusiastic reader, so he couldn't stop it.

"Thank you my son?" Lao Qi scratched his hair: "What does it mean? Is this little Feizi nervous?"

Three days later, at around 9 a.m., the president's office of Ming Pao News Headquarters, No. 18 Jiaye Street, Chaiwan.

"Knock and knock"

A regular knock on the door sounded.

Jin Yong, who was writing an editorial at his desk, frowned, but he was very familiar with the knock on the door, and he knew who was outside. He would not come to him if he had nothing to do.

"Please come in" Jin Yong said while putting down the pen in his hand.

"Click"

The door opened and a middle-aged man in his thirties was walking in. He was wearing a suit and smiling face.

“Mr. Cha”

"Shi Yu, sit down and say, but the evening newspaper's reimbursement has increased again?" Jin Yong asked with a smile as he looked at the person coming in. It was Jin Yong's capable general, Wang Shiyu, editor-in-chief of Mingbao Evening News.

Wang Shiyu was not polite, and sat directly opposite Jin Yong and handed over a data sheet, laughing and said, "Yes, I broke through 110,000 copies yesterday, haha."

"Oh? Really?" Jin Yong's eyes also lit up, and he hurriedly took the data sheet and read it. You should know that the evening newspaper is not as good as the morning newspaper, and there are many fewer people reading it. Especially this morning newspaper, which has Ni Fu's "Wesley" series, which was supported by Ni Fu's sales. At that time, the sales volume of the evening newspaper exceeded 150,000 at that time, while the sales volume of the evening newspaper was less than 70,000. Wang Shiyu, as the editor-in-chief of Mingbao Evening News, tried his best to start publishing the horse scriptures in the evening newspaper, which made the newspaper jump to more than 80,000 copies. Now it has increased by 30,000 in just over half a month, can he be unhappy?

"Okay" Jin Yong was also very happy to see the data. All the newspapers under Ming Pao are the same as his children. Can you feel unhappy when you see the children grow up?

Wang Shiyu looked at Jin Yong and asked after reading the data sheet: "Mr. Cha, last time I heard you say there are millions of words in Kunlun?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Mu Zixuan is so powerful, should I open a column for him?" Wang Shiyu said.

"Open a column?" Jin Yong frowned and thought for a while. This column for the author is not just a frame for the author, but also a manuscript fee is usually raised. However, when I remembered the silly boy who asked for 60 yuan in a thousand words last time, Jin Yong smiled and said to Wang Shiyu: "Yes, just open a column for him. I will go and see this Mu Zixuan in the afternoon. I am also a fan of his book now, haha."

"Ha, don't say it. If I don't look at the name, I really think you are back in the world." Wang Shiyu replied with a smile.

Jin Yong sighed quietly: "Hey, Kunlun Kunlun. Kunlun is thousands of miles high. Every year, it will be bitter and bitter. The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave, and it will be impossible not to recognize the old age."

Li Xuan is very busy now. He has copied the words for a whole morning, and his right wrist is so sore. A few days ago, Lao Qi said something very right, that is, he always saw Li Xuan swaying around him. If this person with no ambitions doesn't worry about food and drink, he will become lazy. In the past half a month, Li Xuan did nothing and ran out to stroll every morning before coming back in the evening.

It was not until after chatting with Lao Qitou that Li Xuan realized that he was too comfortable. Did he just copy the novel and stay silently for the rest of his life until one day his novel was made into a TV series. Then someone pointed to Li Xuan's photo and said: Look, this guy is the original author of the TV series starring XX. Just like after Chen Qiaoen's "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" was broadcast, many people still said online, who is Jin Yong? If it weren't for this TV series, we wouldn't know about him!

How sad it is to be forgotten...

Then what can I do?

Being an actor? Li Xuan was nervous when he looked at the camera and didn't know what would happen to him when facing the camera. Moreover, with his ordinary appearance, he probably couldn't even enter the wireless acting training class.

Writing a script? No, you know your own writing style. I guess you can't pass the level of writing it. And you are not a super hard drive. Who still remembers every plot of the movies you have watched? Don't remember how you wrote it? Can anyone guarantee that it is in line with the taste of this era? If it fails, these messy producers in Hong Kong won't kill you.

Being a director? Still not. Although you know how to play well, you don’t even know where to do the camera switch?

So singing? Li Xuan's eyes lit up. Although his voice was not very good, it was still OK. In the past, he often yelled two songs with his colleagues. Moreover, he knew that there were so many songs in later generations, although they were all Mandarin songs and couldn't remember them completely, but he still remembered the general tune. Although Cantonese songs were the first in Hong Kong in the 1980s, Mandarin songs could still make a name for themselves. If they were spread to the mainland...

Li Xuan's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, but now there was the first big trouble in front of him, that is, he couldn't recognize musical scores and play musical instruments. In the Hong Kong music scene in the 1980s, you didn't know one or two musical instruments and you were embarrassed to say that you were a musician.

Unfortunately, Li Xuan went out for two days and couldn't find a music school that could accept him. Yet, which college would accept an older young man without any basic knowledge of music.

Then there is only one way left - find a private music teacher!

This is money. Can Li Xuan not be busy rushing to get the manuscript now?
Chapter completed!