1979 Golden Age

Ji Chunhua came over with a bald head, no eyebrows, and a sinister face.

178 was not short in stature. He was wearing a black cotton-padded coat with his arms open. His thick neck had veins popping out. He stared at the opponent with ferocious triangular eyes and said in a rough voice: "What are you shouting! You are yelling nonsense here." The place!”

"Ghost... ghost... ghost..."

The man who caused the trouble stepped back with a look of fear on his face, saying, Prince Sihanouk! Isn't this a ghost face? It's from a movie?

"What the hell, you dare to curse!"

"It's clearly written in black and white. Other comrades understand it, but you don't understand? I see that you are here to take advantage of me. Let's go! Get out!"

Ji Chunhua stretched out his big hand, grabbed the other person's collar, and carried him out like a chicken. The onlookers were all in high spirits, and some even clapped their hands and cheered: "It's not in vain, I'm seeing a ghost!"

"What is he doing here? Protecting Prince Duan?"

"Is it possible that this is using the editorial office as a cover, but it is actually a secret base inside to study ancient martial arts Tai Chi, the limits of the human body, and special functions?"

Everyone was talking about everything, but Ji Chunhua was not offended.

joke! Where is this? The common people have long been accustomed to being immersed in the power of the state-owned service industry. At least there is no "No Unreasonable Beating of Readers" posted on the wall!

Ji Chunhua solved a troublemaker and simply stood at the door with his arms folded, scanning everyone like the evil door god.

Most of them behaved well, but there were a few fools who didn't open their eyes, and he threw them out again.

"Ouch!"

Feng Xiaogang turned around and saw that the blind man in front of him was thrown out. He suddenly swallowed his saliva. He didn't expect that this "World Wonders" was not only a superb article, but also knew a little bit about boxing!

He trembled and stepped into the door under Ji Chunhua's gaze.

Directly in front of him was still the screen wall, with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums carved on it, and a large water tank underneath. He turned left and took a cursory look at the front yard. He felt that it was extremely lavish and did not dare to look further. He entered on the left hand side. editorial office.

"Hello, comrade, are you here to deliver a questionnaire too?"

Every time five readers come in, the four editors including Liang Xiaosheng are all busy and can handle the customers very skillfully.

Feng Xiaogang nodded: "I'm from Xicheng too, so don't send letters and just go there by yourself."

"Please have a seat, please have a seat!"

Dai Hanhan received him, collected the questionnaire, wrote down his contact information, and said with a smile: "If you win the lottery, we will notify you."

"Oh okay... Well, I have something to say, I don't know whether I should say it or not?"

"Of course!"

"Your magazine is really good, but the novel types are a little narrower. It would be better if it were richer. This is just my sincere opinion as a reader, don't mind."

"It's okay, we are here to collect your opinions. Thank you for your support!"

"Hey, okay, I won't give it away if I don't give it away!"

Feng Xiaogang shrank his neck and came out, consciously doing something meaningful. It was a fulfilling day, and he flashed with joy.

"..."

Across the courtyard, Chen Qi could see clearly through the large glass window and suddenly said: "Give him a second prize!"

"It's a cold day. Let the people queuing outside come in. They are all waiting in the editorial office. Pull out Lao Liang and introduce to everyone the reasons for founding the magazine. Don't let him receive customers alone..."

After saying that, he made no move and turned his head.

Li Jianqun also turned his head and pointed at himself: "You want me to go?"

"We are the only ones left. Should I go? I am paying your wages after all."

"Then you have strong bureaucratic and bourgeois ideas!"

Li Jianqun retorted, but he went anyway. He first asked Ji Chunhua to let him in, and then informed Liang Xiaosheng.

Liang Xiaosheng quit the job of accepting single customers and turned to accepting group customers. Anyway, it was just plain talk. He told a group of people how to start a magazine, the difficulties he encountered, etc...

There are not many opportunities for everyone to visit the editorial office, but they are all very interested.

Unknowingly, no one came again. When the last reader was sent away, several people slumped down on their chairs and exhaled a long breath: "Grandma, I'm so exhausted!"

“I talked more today than I have in half my life!”

"Wow, it's getting dark!"

Liang Xiaosheng also had a thirsty mouth. He held a jar of hot tea and drank while saying: "Don't get involved in activities easily. This is only the first day. Who can stand it in the long run? Normal work will be affected."

"How about we stop welcoming them and let them all send letters!"

"You can't drive people away when they come, right?"

“Then limit the number, or simply sell tickets!”

"Let me say a few words..."

Chen Qi signaled for silence and said: "The first issue event must be carried out. We will see the specific situation in the future, but we cannot say not to do it, or impose restrictions on readers. The main reason is that we are short of manpower and space. If we develop in the future, I will set up a special one [ Reader Service Center], you don’t have to suffer.”

"Okay, everyone has worked hard today. Let's go to a restaurant tonight and I'll treat you!"

…………

“The wontons are here!”

At the Big Bowl Tea Headquarters at the front door, a bowl of steaming wontons was served on the table. The wooden house was relatively tight, and there was a small stove inside for heating. There were six people sitting at three tables, and no one looked at the wontons.

After a while, another voice came out: "Here come the wontons...yo!"

Huang Zhanying was amused: "Why are you so fascinated by this? The wontons are already cold. Eat them quickly!"

"Huh? Oh!"

One of them reacted and took a sip of hot soup first, holding chopsticks in his right hand and an inconspicuous little book in his left hand.

Another person asked: "Comrade, are you selling this book?"

"Sell it, whatever the price is!"

"Then I'll buy one!"

The other party neatly took out 25 cents and placed them on the table. As soon as he started, others also responded. In the blink of an eye, six books were gone, and there was a subtle warm atmosphere between them.

"Five Phoenix Chaoyang Sword" has eight parts in total, the first part is about 90,000 words.

Each issue contains about 30,000 words. It is published bimonthly, which is equivalent to 500 words per day. Well...

The whole book is less than 1 million words, so don’t think it’s short, this is a paper novel. Jin Yong's longest work, "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", only has more than 1.5 million words, and "Liancheng Jue", "Book of Swords and Enmities", "Snow Mountain Flying Fox", "Xia Ke Xing", etc. are all hundreds of thousands of words.

Traditional writers cannot imagine the writing style of 10,000 or 20,000 updates per day in the Internet age of later generations.

A few people were eating, and someone said something: "Wu Fenglou assassinated Wei Yinping's father, and I don't know how it will end?"

As if with a bang, the already delicate atmosphere was ignited, and everyone started talking.

"Wei Yinping has been secretly promising for a long time. He is not a bad person. Isn't he trying to correct his evil ways and turn to the bright side?"

"It's difficult. As a princess, her uncle is Wei Zhongxian, and Wu Fenglou is a loyal minister. There is a blood feud and a sworn feud. How can she change her stance so easily?"

Martial arts novels are fairy tales for adults!

——Hua Luogeng

After the reform, the craze for martial arts lasted for more than 20 years. Later, martial arts just mutated into fairy tales and fantasy, but the essence is the same.

Several martial arts fans in the wonton shop were having a heated discussion, and at one point they were about to start a fight, but they were persuaded by someone to stop them. They all expressed their opinions on the direction of the plot, but in the end they reached an agreement on one thing:

"Too few updates!"

"The next issue will be in March!"

A few people left with great satisfaction. Huang Zhanying came in to clean up the table and took a look: "Oh, it's really sold out!"