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Chapter 121 Make Jianghuai lunatics laugh, if you don't bring a famous prostitute, you will be a famous monk! (For the lord Ah Zhen to add more)

May Wah Building, Johnston Road, Wan Chai, Hong Kong.

The clock hanging in the lobby of the building points to eight o'clock in the morning. 59-year-old Yang Husheng is wearing a light gray newsboy cap and a shirt and vest. With a cane in his hand, he walks out of the elevator on time. The security guards of the building The staff, and other neighbors living in the building in the lobby greeted him with a smile:
"Uncle Sheng, how about some morning tea?"

"Uncle Sheng, morning!"

Yang Husheng held his cane, nodded and smiled at everyone, with a kind expression on his face, and when he walked out of the gate, the smile on his face quickly turned into disgust, and he muttered:

"Uncle Sheng, Uncle Sheng, the peddler who sells plane olives at the end of the street is also called Uncle Sheng. I have reminded them several times to call him Mr. Yang, but they still don't know how to change their words, a countryman from southern Guangdong."

The shop next to the main entrance of the building is Howard Johnson’s bookstore. When he opened the door and walked in, the wind chime at the door to remind customers arrived suddenly rang. The daughter-in-law, Yang Siheng’s wife, Cheng Meijuan, who was arranging the bookshelves inside, didn’t even follow the door. After the prestige came, he was still busy with the work in hand, but he just greeted him in soft Mandarin with a Shanghai accent: "Good morning, Dad."

"Meijuan, what are you doing now? Can I help you cut down?" Yang Husheng walked around the store and found that the books on the bookshelves were neatly arranged and the bookshelves were wiped spotless. He smiled with satisfaction and asked Cheng Meijuan road.

"Thank you dad, no need, everything has been packed." Cheng Meijuan stopped arranging the books, smiled and said to the old man standing a step inside the door, looking at the inside of the bookstore.

For the past two years, every day when Yang Husheng went downstairs at eight o'clock, he had to walk around the store first, ask himself about the conversation just now, and then go to the teahouse opposite to have morning tea, rain or shine.

"I'm going to have morning tea at De Nan's Tea House across the street. I've asked my aunt to go to the market to buy crabs, and we'll have some hibiscus crabs for dinner at Ala Wo." Yang Husheng looked away, smiled at Cheng Meijuan, and turned around in relief and disappointment. Walk out of Howard Johnson Bookstore.

I am gratified that I have been busy for decades, and I can finally stop to rest. The loss is that after I stopped, there is nothing to disturb me in the bookstore. Even the Shanghai dialect, since my wife passed away, can only speak a few words when talking to my daughter-in-law. , son, daughter refused to talk about what to say, do as the Romans do.

Doing as the Romans do in the countryside should also mean that the locals in Xiangjiang speak Shanghai dialect. Without the large number of visitors from Shanghai who escaped the war and came to Xiangjiang to settle down, this Xiangjiang Dingtian can barely be regarded as the Chongming countryside in Shanghai. The English newspapers of the ghosts boast every day that the British govern Xiangjiang for their wisdom. The results are all lies. It is true that the people of Shanghai have achieved outstanding results in governing Xiangjiang!

However, the moment he walked out of the Howard Johnson Bookstore, the disappointment on Yang Husheng's face disappeared again, and he raised his chin a little arrogantly, and walked into the De Nan's Tea House, which has been open for 59 years and is the same age as him, like an old-fashioned gentleman. .

De Nan’s Tea House is no longer the same as when he came to Xiangjiang at the beginning of the year. Elevators were installed in the traditional tea house, and the first floor was converted into a bakery for take-out. You can no longer enjoy the treatment of the guys who greet you with loud voices as soon as you enter the door. .

Walking into the elevator on the first floor, a clerk happened to be taking the elevator upstairs, and asked Yang Husheng, "Mr. Yang, do you want to go to the second floor or the third floor?"

"Thank you, young man, I'll go to the second floor." Yang Husheng smiled at the other party, and when the other party couldn't see him, he said silently with disgust on his face: "I don't know which floor I go to every day. It's hard to look down on him as a lifelong buddy." Get ahead."

After going to the smoking teahouse on the second floor, there was a basket of shrimp dumplings, a basket of radish cakes, and a pot of clear tea. Yang Husheng took another 20 Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and put them on the table. Refunded ten Hong Kong dollars, and sent a copy of the latest "Xiangjiang Literature" magazine: "Sheng...Mr. Yang, the newspaper guy downstairs said that "Liangyou Pictorial" has ceased publication again!"

"Understood, Mr. Wu passed away, and "Good Friend" should be buried with him. Now that it's done like this, it pops up every now and then, like a fake corpse." Yang Husheng took a sip of tea slowly, then sat down on his seat and lit a cigarette, flipping through the pages. Looking at magazines.

He is from Shanghai. In the early years, he worked as a small worker for "Liangyou" in Shanghai, and later became an editor. Every time "Liangyou" stopped publication, he had to make a living by himself. Xiangjiang ceased publication in [-], and the old editor-in-chief also passed away, so he left Liangyou Company and opened Howard Johnson Bookstore by himself.

Originally, I wanted to call it Husheng Bookstore, but my wife spoke a local accent, and when I went to register with me, she spoke quickly, and the other party remembered it as Howard Johnson Bookstore. At that time, if I wanted to change my name, I would give the other party a red envelope. Yang Husheng was reluctant to pay. It used the name of Howard Johnson Books.

"Mr. Yang Husheng? Your relatives said that you are drinking morning tea here." Sheng Jiale walked out of the elevator, compared the photo of the author in a collection in his hand, walked up to Yang Husheng, and said politely.

Yang Husheng looked up at Sheng Jiale, and then noticed the "Saturday" in the other party's hand, which was a collection of short stories that he co-authored with more than [-] Xiangjiang authors.

"I like your book very much. I saw the introduction in the book, saying that you own Howard Johnson Bookstore. I just went to the bookstore. The lady in the store said that you might have morning tea here, so I took the liberty to come here and ask you to sign it. " Sheng Jiale took out a pen and said to Yang Husheng.

Yang Husheng nodded with a smile: "Of course, sit down and talk slowly."

In his life, he likes others to appreciate his literary talent the most. If he praises him for his ability to make money and his business is doing well, he doesn't bother to pay attention to him. He has written eight books, but they did not sell a thousand copies in total. He is the author with the worst sales volume in the nearly 20 years since Howard Johnson’s bookstore opened. Fortunately, he is the boss and writes books by himself, so he does not need to pay extra. The loss is smaller.

As the saying goes, there are few confidants, and no one listens to the broken strings. In order to tap potential confidants, Yang Husheng could only write prose and short stories. It is an opportunity for more readers to see that the "Saturday" held in the opposite Sheng Jiale's hand is the product of Old Man Yang rubbing against other authors.

This handsome and gentle-looking young man in front of him actually came here to ask him to sign, which made Yang Husheng instantly full of affection for Sheng Jiale and flattered.

When Sheng Jiale was sitting opposite, Yang Husheng took the pen, and was not in a hurry to inscribe on the title page. On the other side, he smiled and said softly:
"Your story is called "Meeting the Monk", how about... worthy of the laughter of Jianghuai madmen?"

Yang Husheng's eyes lit up, he smiled at Sheng Jiale, and wrote two lines of poems on the title page with a pen on the silver hook and iron painting:
"It's worthy of the laughter of Jianghuai madmen. If you don't bring a famous prostitute, you will be a famous monk! Yang Yiqiao lives in Denanlou."

There was a blank space in the middle, and Yang Husheng looked at Sheng Jiale: "Little friend's name is..."

"Sheng Jiale of Dakong Company." Sheng Jiale said with a smile.

Yang Husheng lowered his head and wrote in the blank space, Sheng Jiale's little friend Yazheng.

After finishing writing, he frowned slightly. The name seemed familiar. He was holding up the book with both hands to hand it to Sheng Jiale, and when Sheng Jiale came to pick it up, Yang Husheng suddenly withdrew the book. With round eyes, he couldn't help but bring out his local accent when he spoke:
"Nong is a little..."

"I'm just a little red guy." Sheng Jiale completed what he wanted to say for Yang Husheng with a smile in Shanghai dialect.

Yang Husheng scowled, staring at Sheng Jiale: "What are you doing here? Do you know how to speak Shanghainese?"

Sheng Jiale is the plaintiff who brought Howard Johnson Bookstore to court, and his daughter was taken advantage of by this villainous and unforgiving country bum... Yang Husheng was originally full of anger, but hearing Sheng Jiale's accent made his He was a little surprised, and blurted out two consecutive questions.

"I came to see you to ask for your autograph. Second, Ms. Yang called me before and said that she wanted to help me promote my popularity. I hope you can persuade her, as for Shanghai dialect, I am not from Shanghai, but my father is from Shanghai, so I know a little bit." Sheng Jiale didn't even know who his biological father was in this life, so he casually settled it for him The identity of Shanghainese.

"Misunderstanding? Explanation? One by one, it's just... How old are you this year?" Yang Husheng originally wanted to scold the other party for bullying his daughter, but seeing Sheng Jiale as younger than his daughter, it might be more appropriate if he was older, too. Young looks a little unsuitable.

"I'm 24 years old this year." After hearing Yang Husheng's words, Sheng Jiale knew that Yang Qingyi's nickname was Yiyi.

"Nong, explain what!" Yang Husheng dismissed other questions in his mind and returned to the topic.

"Didn't Ms. Yang tell you?" Sheng Jiale asked suspiciously.

Yang Husheng stared: "What did you say?"

"She is going to invite many well-known cultural figures and writers to publish articles in various newspaper columns, telling how I started from the bottom and got to where I am today. She hopes that more people will know me and let everyone know how I am today. It's not easy." Sheng Jiale said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I am already grateful to Howard Johnson for providing clues, and now I am doing it like this, I am really sorry."

Yang Husheng's two eyebrows almost knit together, his daughter's head is in a daze?Is this a private life with the guy in front of me?Although I have said to my son in private, after this kind of scandal is spread, it is best to solve it as soon as possible. If the daughter is willing, the other party's character is not bad, so they will marry in a low-key way and cover up the past. After all, it is my daughter who took the initiative Sheng Bookstore, went to the hotel room, it was not the other party who forced her daughter.

But the daughter is too high-profile at this time, and she can't even acquiesce. She also wants to make a high-profile publicity about how this young man started his career?Do you want to use the relationship you have accumulated in the cultural world?Those are all the contacts he, Writer Yang, saved when he couldn't sell his own book...

But speaking of it, the young man opposite him was young, wealthy, and handsome. Apart from suing Howard Johnson Bookstore, he seemed to have nothing to criticize. Moreover, the lawsuit against Howard Johnson Bookstore was also because Howard Johnson Bookstore pirated comics. It's very open. It's normal for people to come to claim for a work that has been sold for so long without paying the author's remuneration.

Moreover, this young man knows how to speak Shanghainese and appreciates his own works. Although Dakong Company does comics, it is also considered a cultural industry. At least for now, it seems that he is a good son-in-law candidate. Apart from his daughter's age, there seems to be no other problems.

"Why did you ask someone to tell you about your experience? Is there anything worth writing about?" Yang Husheng tried his best to maintain his arrogance, and asked critically of Sheng Jiale.

So Sheng Jiale told Yang Husheng intimately about the years when he was a groom.

He tells how he did not forget to learn cultural knowledge while pimping, improved his literary accomplishment, and used the money earned from pimping step by step to start Dakong Company and join the ranks of cultural people...

"You were...a...pimp before?" Yang Husheng's face darkened visibly with the naked eye.

"Miss Yang is going to ask writers and teachers to help me write some biographical texts about how I went from groom to boss of a comic company to promote me..." Sheng Jiale said seriously.

"I'm promoting the follicle skin!" Yang Hu was so angry that he didn't care about self-restraint, and swearing: "What's there to promote? Being a groom is something worth showing off? And let my old friends write manuscripts, afraid that they won't Knowing that my daughter, Yang Yiqiao, found a man who was a pimp..."

Yang Hu was so angry that his panting became short of breath. Sheng Jiale thoughtfully poured a cup of tea for the other party, handed it to him, and said when the other party was drinking tea smoothly: "I also persuaded her not to make such a high-profile publicity. I, she refuses to listen, maybe the phone calls are now made to those writers and teachers, and the teachers are already preparing their manuscripts and preparing to start writing."

Yang Husheng just panted heavily, Sheng Jiale handed over his mobile phone, and thoughtfully handed over a phone book: "I think that although Miss Yang doesn't care about my past, there is no need to promote me like this, and she also If you want to waste your accumulated connections and favors, why don't you call those teachers and don't bother them."

"I want to make it clear that it is absolutely impossible for me to agree to my daughter being with someone like you! It is depraved!" Yang Husheng picked up the phone and said to Sheng Jiale.

When he dialed the number, his eyes glimpsed the two sentences he wrote on the title page before:
It is worthy of the laughter of Jianghuai madmen, if you don't bring a famous prostitute, you are a famous monk!Little friend Sheng Jiale is upright.

Ya Zheng is an egg!

It's so appropriate~ I already understand why this red guy reminded me to write these two lines of poems, this is clearly the other party's self-reported life!
When pimping in the early years, he brought too many famous prostitutes, but now he only likes to be inseparable with famous monks... What does this mean?

　Recommend a work "I really don't want to be a big brother". The author is the author of the girl who pushed the book before. After the book was 404, she wrote this book again...

　　Guys, may I ask for a chapter of [-] words, are you eligible to ask for a monthly ticket?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)