The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

New Tianjin Newspaper.

Due to the popularity of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", when Zhou Hexuan came here again, he finally met Liu Rangong, the president of the New Tianjin Newspaper Department.

Liu Rangong's real name is Zhongru, and Rangong is just his nickname. He was a soldier and a revolutionary when he was young. Two years ago, he co-founded "New Tianjin News" with his friends. In the history of the Republic of China, he was a well-known newspaper tycoon. After a few years, "New Tianjin News" will be sold in several provinces in North China, with the highest sales volume reaching more than 50,000 copies. Even the sales volume of "New Tianjin Evening News" has increased to more than 20,000. share.

Until Japan invaded China in an all-round way, after occupying Tianjin, Liu Rangong was forced to do propaganda for the Japanese army. Liu Rangong resolutely refused, and was eventually tortured to death by the Japanese invaders, worthy of the honorary title of patriotic newspaperman.

This gentleman has a thin face, no rich looks, a mustache, and a worn-out gown. At first glance, he looks like a down-and-out scholar. He took the initiative to shake hands with Zhou Hexuan, and praised: "Mr. Zhou, it's a pleasure to meet you! These few days of reading masterpieces have made me sleepless nights and food."

"It's just something for entertainment, Liu Gong laughed at it." Zhou Hexuan said modestly.

The two greeted and complimented each other, and Liu Yungong expressed his thoughts: "After "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was serialized in the evening paper, many readers wrote to the newspaper office saying that they missed the previous story, and hoped that the newspaper office could reprint it. publication."

Speaking of this, Mr. Liu Ran said with a smile, "The two evening papers that published the first chapter of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", there are many people in Tianjin who want to buy them, and an outdated newspaper has been sold at a high price of 50 cents , Mister’s masterpiece really makes Luoyang paper expensive."

Zhou Hexuan was not proud of this, and asked with a smile, "How does Mr. Liu plan to republish it?"

Liu Rangong explained: "I'm going to publish two extra issues of the Evening News, specifically republishing the first three chapters of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

Zhou Hexuan was a little surprised, the extra issue is equivalent to a special issue, which is used to report important events and good news. To issue an account specifically for a martial arts novel, it is drunk to think about it, and Mr. Liu Ran has worked hard to expand the newspaper's sales.

Liu Rangong also said: "How about 5 cents per thousand words for the three chapters that were republished outside the issue? As for the normal manuscript fee for "Legend of the Condor Heroes" in the future, I think it should be raised to 3 yuan per thousand words."

"It's all up to Mr. Liu." Zhou Hexuan said happily, he was naturally happy to make more money.

The manuscript fee of 3 yuan per thousand characters is the ceiling price for martial arts novels, and that is what the martial arts master Pingjiang Buxiaosheng in the south paid. The reason why Liu Rangong proposed to increase the price, and even came to talk to Zhou Hexuan in person, was naturally to win over his feelings and put Zhou Hexuan in the new Tianjin newspaper department.

During the Republic of China, literati were very popular, and writers who could write best-selling works have always been the targets of major newspapers and magazines. Although Zhou Hexuan is a newcomer, his potential is enough for the newspaper to give him special treatment.

At noon, Mr. Liu Ran invited Zhou Hexuan to dinner, and specially invited Li Shoumin to join him.

The three of them ate happily, and even exchanged glasses of wine for a few glasses of wine. Suddenly, they heard commotion in the restaurant, and even the sound of the table being turned over.

In the lobby, a dining table was turned upside down, and leftovers were scattered all over the floor. Several big-headed soldiers with thick necks who were blushing from drinking were standing in front of the counter at the moment, with ferocious faces all over their faces.

One of the soldiers took out a military ticket, smashed it on the counter and shouted angrily: "You bastard! We fought hard from Shandong with bullets and artillery fire, just to help you drive away the big bastard Feng Yuxiang .Hey, you are lucky, you don’t even let us eat! You are trying to rebel!"

The shopkeeper had a sad face, and begged for mercy: "Master Jun, this is a military ticket from Shandong, and I can't get it out even if I take it."

Another soldier suddenly raised his gun, pointed at the shopkeeper and said, "I think you are a spy of the National Army!"

"Yes, grab it and talk about it!" the accomplice yelled.

"Master Jun, spare me!" The shopkeeper trembled with fright, and hurriedly took out some money to make up for it.

Hearing the crashing sound of the silver coins colliding, these big soldiers finally put away their guns, laughed arrogantly, and then walked away with the silver dollars in their pockets, leaving only the shopkeeper there sighing.

They ate more than two yuan for a meal, and tried to order some good wine and food, but when they paid the bill, they were given military tickets with a denomination of 10 yuan. Since the Feng army had just occupied Zhili, the military tickets in the Pingjin area had not yet been printed, and the big soldiers were still using the tickets from Shandong, which were no different from waste paper, and it was too embarrassing to use them to wipe their buttocks.

The shopkeeper can't accept it, and they have to pay them more than 7 yuan in real money, which is a big loss inside and out.

After the big soldiers left, the diners in the restaurant began to discuss:

"Hey, in this world, if you have a gun, you are the grass-headed king."

"The warlords are like birds, and sooner or later these turtles will be punished!"

"..."

Zhou Hexuan silently watched the scene just now, not knowing what to say, and asked in silence for a moment: "Isn't the Feng army in the northeast? Why did these soldiers come from Shandong?"

Liu Rangong explained to him, "Those Qiuba just now are the soldiers of Zhang Zongchang, the devil king of the world."

Well, when it comes to Zhang Zongchang, Zhou Hexuan immediately has an impression. That was a great poet in the warlord circles of the Republic of China. His poetic talent could kill Li Du and anger Xin Su, and Qu Yuan would be ashamed of himself when he was alive!

The style of Zhang Dashuai's poems and works is changeable, some are bold and unconstrained, such as "Great Wind Song": the cannon is fired and his mother is bombarded, and Vega is added to the sea and he returns to his hometown. Zhang Zongchang counts the heroes, and the giant whale swallows Fusang.

There are also fresh ones such as "Daming Lake": Daming Lake, Ming Lake is big, and there are lotus flowers in Daming Lake. There are toads on the lotus, poking and jumping.

There are also elegant ones such as "You Penglai Pavilion": what a Penglai Pavilion, his mother is really good. If the gods can come, I will sit down too. Place wine by the window and sing to the sea. Come and guess a few punches, my brother-in-law is afraid of drinking too much!

When Zhang Zongchang Zhang Dashuai's poetry collection was published last year, it really shocked the literary world of the Republic of China, and made countless scholars and writers pay homage to him.

Zhou Hexuan jokingly said: "A strong general has no weak soldiers, they really haven't embarrassed Marshal Zhang."

Holding his wine glass, Li Shoumin said disdainfully: "Speaking of it in detail, the soldiers just now belonged to Zhang Zongchang's general Chu Yupu. I know Chu Yupu, the son of a bitch. He was born as a bandit by the lakeside of Weishan Lake. The party, and now it has been appointed as the Zhili military affairs supervisor and Zhili governor, has great power in the Pingjin area."

"Hehe." Liu Rangong laughed contemptuously. He also worked in the Revolutionary Party and knew what kind of stuff they were.

After a good meal of wine and food, the three of them ate happily, and each left slightly drunk.

Zhou Hexuan went back to the rented house and continued to write and write. He thought that he could write some recreational novels, as long as he didn't get involved in the military and politics, he would be able to live a peaceful life in the Republic of China.

But what Zhou Hexuan didn't expect was that, instead of causing trouble, the trouble would come to him on his own initiative.

It is Chu Yupu, who is actually in charge of Tianjin, who is causing trouble for him!