Entertainment since 1999

Chapter 5 The 1999 version of the mold

Early the next morning, Han Qiao borrowed a stamp from his aunt, affixed it and mailed it directly.

Sprout's office address is in Shanghai, not far from JH City.

Yesterday, Han Qiao studied the writing style of Moya magazine, which focuses on youth literature and is mostly targeted at campus and young students. The novel "Flying Sand" was published in Moya magazine in November 2003. There is a sentence in it: "Do you know? Your eyes.

There is a kind of deep blue sadness in it."

This youthful and sad smell is very strong.

After mailing the manuscript, Han Qiao's life became simple and unpretentious again.

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Time flies in the blink of an eye, and another week has passed.

After fifteen days, the year is over, and the stagnant city is once again running at full speed, running wildly.

The train station is a place where three religions and nine streams gather. When there are more people, there are more things to do.

Practice makes Han Qiao perfect, and he understands every aspect of running a dumpling shop. He is busy like a sparrow that cannot touch the ground.

When the uncle and aunt saw it, they were very satisfied with this honest and capable young man from the mountains.

Business closes on this day.

Han Qiao mopped the floor. In order to show off, he had to keep his hands busy after the business ended every day. He either mopped the floor or wiped the tables. The hygienic condition of the store was unprecedentedly good, and even the business was a little better.

"Xiao Han, come here, I have something to talk to you about." The aunt and the uncle were sitting at the door, eating melon seeds, discussing in whispers, and greeted Han Qiao.

Han Qiao put down the rag in his hand, poured a bowl of water, walked up to the uncle, drank it all in one gulp, and gasped: "Uncle, what's wrong, is there something wrong?"

"Little Han, please sit down, you are tired." The aunt stood up and touched Han Qiao's forehead distressedly, her hands were sweaty.

"It's nothing. It's just that your aunt and I have seen in the past few days that you are an honest person. We have calculated it together and tentatively decided to give you fifty yuan a month in wages from now on." The uncle pulled him.

Han Qiao sat down with a smile in his eyes: "Do you think this salary is suitable?"

Fifty yuan, this salary is neither high nor low. The current average salary of the working class is only just over 200 yuan, but for a dumpling shop, this salary is a lot.

The dumpling shop's business wasn't very good, so there was no need to hire anyone. It was purely a deliberate expense incurred by the old couple because they liked Hanqiao.

"You can't do it, you can't do it." Han Qiao's butt was on fire, he jumped up from his seat and waved his hands to refuse: "Uncle, I appreciate your kindness. I am grateful, so I don't need this salary."

After Han Qiao finished speaking, the aunt opened her mouth to persuade her, but Han Qiao pulled her to sit down: "I have visited a lot of places this week, and I have an idea. I want to discuss it with you."

"Oh." The old man was addicted to smoking. He touched the cigarette rod with his hand, but he didn't touch the cigarette rod. Instead, he received a slap from the aunt.

"Uncle, you see it is like this. There are four relatively large chess and card rooms around our train station. I have also made a summary with the chess and card room owners in the past few days. In the future, if anyone in the chess and card room needs meals, they can order from us. I will

If you send it over, the price will still be the same, but there will be an additional traveling fee of 30 cents per serving."

That's right, this is Han Qiao's result this week, the 1999 version of Mold Tuan.

The chess and card room is a place for recreation near the train station. There are no Internet cafes in this era. If you are bored waiting for the train, you have to find a place to drink tea and play cards. With the flow of people, there is business.

Han Qiao had discussed it with the chess and card room owner a few days ago. At meal time, the chess and card room owner would be responsible for counting the number of people ordering, and then find someone to deliver it, and each person would get a commission of 10 cents.

Although mobile phones are on the market, they are not easy to use. Han Qiao has only come up with this stupid method so far.

I also carefully considered the travel expenses of 30 cents. This travel expenses are not cheap, but they are still affordable.

The uncle thought for a moment, his eyes lit up, he patted his thigh excitedly, and grinned: "You are indeed a smart boy. I admire you for laying eggs by borrowing chickens to lay eggs."

"Look at what you old man said, are you an egg?" The aunt rolled her eyes and glanced at the uncle, took Han Qiao's hand, and said happily: "Xiao Han, you have a good idea. This way, the store's business will be better, and you will be better too."

The income is just because Auntie is thinking that you have brought so much business to the store. You see, if you order from the chess and card room in the future, you will get a commission of 10 cents from every order placed in the store."

Han Qiao's tooth hurt when he heard it. This was not just the urine of mold. After eating, the street lights were empty and the devil was in the world.

The profits of this dumpling shop are also very thin, and all you earn is a few hard-earned dollars.

Naturally, Han Qiao would not do this and immediately refused: "Auntie, look at what you said, I don't rely on this to make a fortune, I just want to earn some traveling expenses, and two cents is enough."

The uncle wanted to persuade, but Han Qiao found an excuse to avoid the topic and ran towards the chess and card room. The negotiation was finished here, but there was still talk over there.

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In the evening, Han Qiao returned to the dumpling shop.

I visited four chess and card rooms in the afternoon, but there was no way to open two of them. The other two had children running errands at home, so the business was settled.

Han Qiao told the news to his uncle and aunt, and the old couple were also a little happy, gearing up and preparing for a big fight.

At night, Han Qiao sat alone in the shop.

The blank paper was spread out on the table, and Han Qiao planned to write "Kunlun". This novel was published by United Press in 2005. The novel is full of twists and turns. With the Song and Yuan Dynasties as the historical background, it tells the story of Liang Xiao's growth from a gangster to a great generation.

The life of a hero.

Since Jin Yong wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", the idea of ​​being a great chivalrous person and serving the country and the people has become an important criterion for measuring martial arts novels.

But the book "Kunlun" takes a different approach. In the book, there are fascinating stories about the magic of Dunjia, mechanisms and numbers, and the formation of troops.

Feng Ge also used this book to become another martial arts master after Jin Yong and Gu Long.

What Han Qiao wants to write is the revised version of Feng Ge in 2012.

Han Qiao picked up the pen, recalled the contents of the book, and moved the pen tip lightly:

"The wind is soft and it is late spring. The peach blossoms on the riverside are already showing signs of decline, and the broad waters of the Han River are slowly flowing to the south."

A majestic world was born.

The lights in the dumpling shop were dim, and Han Qiao wrote, "The fear in Han Zheng's heart turned into a fist and hit him in the face with an elbow." The pen stopped again.

It is now 1999, and there are no serious martial arts publications in mainland China. The current martial arts publishing industry is in a slump. A novel has no reputation, no connections, and no way to publish it. This situation can only be found in 2001. Today

After the publication of Ancient Legends of Martial Arts, there were more and more writers of martial arts novels.

Of course, nothing is absolute. If Han Qiao is famous and rich, it will not be difficult.

"Damn it."

Han Qiao couldn't help but let out a breath of bad breath. It was too difficult. Without money and power, even if he had a gold mine, he wouldn't be able to dig out the first pot of gold.

It seems that only "Grudge" magazine is currently a stable path.

Han Qiao looked at the manuscript of "Kunlun" and had to admire Feng Ge for being so talented.

After tearing up the white paper, Han Qiao replaced it with another piece of paper and began to write another youthful and sad short story "The Love Letter of That Year".

The original texts of these novels were in his mind, Han Qiao only needed to copy them out.

In fact, in 1999, there was another place to publish novels, which was to be published on the online BBS. The more famous ones were The Martial Arts Jin Yong Inn, Under the Banyan Tree, but that was purely for the sake of love.

But at this point in time, *** and Jin Zaizai will also meet!

What a "beautiful" encounter!

Han Qiao currently does not have a computer or money. After much thought, magazines are the most reliable option.

First make some money by writing magazines, and then buy tickets to go to Hengdian.

Then,

Group performance of lying corpses!

As for the copyist, Han Qiao was still a little ashamed, and privately thought that he would not be able to last long. After copying a few famous works, he would stop writing and be reborn. Han Qiao still hoped that he would have some more noble pursuits.

If you want to pursue a career, you should act, make movies, and enter the entertainment industry. In your previous life, you were a 996 leek. I heard that the entertainment industry was full of entertainment and the relationship between men and women was very confusing.

To be honest, I am 16 years old this year and have a strong body. If anything happens, you will come to me!

(End of chapter)