If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 94 I am also a storyteller!

"Miscellaneous family has always been like this, not popular."

Li Chungang didn't seem to like the miscellaneous family either, after hearing Lin Ke's words, he snorted coldly: "It seems that because I am in the field and not in the court, everyone thinks that I am easy to bully."

In Li Chungang's heart, bullying Lin Ke is no different from bullying him.

"Teacher, I believe there are more partners, and I'm not in a hurry for them." Lin Ke smiled: "The world is not the world of its miscellaneous families."

"Not bad!"

At this moment, a somewhat weak voice sounded.

Lin Ke and Li Chungang immediately looked towards the door.

I saw Chen An supporting his father, Chen Pingping, appearing in the yard.

"Uncle Chen, have you recovered?" Lin Ke was surprised to see Chen Pingping recovered: "How is your injury?"

"No serious problem." Chen Pingping's face was as white as paper, but his eyes looked bright.

"Father woke up today and heard that a miscellaneous family came to buy Brother Lin's novel, so he quickly asked me to help him." Chen An explained to Lin Ke carefully supporting his father.

"Uncle Chen, you just woke up, why don't you go back and lie down and rest?" Lin Ke hurried over to support Chen Pingping.

Li Chungang also frowned and said: "Chen Pingping, recovering from a serious illness, the only thing is to preserve your vitality!"

"It's okay, I'm the number one storyteller in the world, so why should I be afraid of a little pain?" Chen Pingping waved his hand, with a look of arrogance on his face.

The world's number one storyteller!
Hearing this, everyone except Chen An was stunned.

"The number one storyteller in the world?" Lin Ke couldn't help being stunned.

The number one title in the world...

"Heaven" is the Holy Emperor.

Being number one in the world means that the three provinces and twelve departments are all inferior to him.

Number one in the world?

"Chen Pingping...Chen An...Upside-Down Camellia Shop..." Hearing Chen Pingping's words, Li Chungang showed a sudden look:

"Are you the number one storyteller in the world who tore down the Xuankong Temple to save his wife Yu Xi? Everyone called you Yu Ping'an before, but your real name is Chen Pingping?"

"I just hope that my wife and children are safe and sound." Chen Pingping shook his head when he heard the words: "It's a pity that those bald donkeys..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Chen Pingping looked at Lin Ke at this time, his eyes were full of appreciation: "Lin Ke, I have always liked you very much, and I am very happy with your thoughts... just like old man Li said Yes, you, the dragon and the phoenix, are unique in the world!"

Wouldn't you want to be a teacher... Lin Ke was a little smug and a little funny, but he still bowed and said, "Uncle Chen has won the prize, it's because of your good teaching."

"You don't need to be humble." Chen Pingping shook his head, then looked at Chen An next to him: "My An'er can be taken care of by an elder brother like you, so I can feel a little relieved."

Chen An was a little depressed for a while: "Father, you..."

"It's okay, I should have died 13 years ago." Chen Pingping waved his hand and looked at Lin Ke: "This time I'm just a flashback. Time is running out, probably not until March."

Are you going to die in March?
Lin Ke frowned: "Uncle Chen, why don't I invite Uncle Qi..."

Anything is possible in this world.

With the honor of Qi Shangshu, there are probably not many things that are difficult to do.

"No, I have already hurt my soul. I should have lost my soul 13 years ago. It's just that I suppressed it for 13 years with my bookish spirit and great Confucianism."

Chen Pingping laughed and said: "Let's not talk about Qi Shangshu, even the old man, the Holy Emperor, would probably not be able to do it personally."

Holy Emperor?

Not even the Holy Emperor!
This statement undoubtedly had great effect.

Things that the Holy Emperor can't do, in the perception of everyone, basically means that they can't do it.

Of course, in Lin Ke's mind, there may be a way, but the Holy Emperor couldn't do it, and they probably couldn't do it.

Ever since, the atmosphere suddenly became dignified.

"The matter of life and death, the old man has long looked down on it." Chen Pingping had a smile on his pale face: "The life in the book can only survive as long as I read it, but I can exist in the world for more than 320 years, which is enough."

"As expected of Yu Ping'an from 'Laughing in the Hundred Worlds'." Li Chungang sighed, "Don't worry, I like this little guy, Chen An, and he will take care of him."

"Thank you, old man Li." Chen Pingping nodded with a smile, and then said to Lin Ke: "I had a lot of storyteller disciples back then. Why should other miscellaneous people intervene in our own novelist affairs?"

"What's more, Mr. Yu Chu, my novelist patriarch, is still alive, who would dare to touch the semi-holy tiger's beard?"

Yu Chu!

Yu Chu, the patriarch of the novelist!
The demi-holy is still alive!

Hearing this, everyone's expressions were different.

For example, Li Chungang was stunned, Chen An was excited, Chen Pingping was proud, and Lin Ke was puzzled.

Lin Ke's doubts were simple.

Since the old man Yu Chu is still alive, why is the storyteller still reduced to this field and become a lowly person?
Of course, he wouldn't ask.

"...So, the old man has already contacted the disciples, and there should be results in a few days."

"Although storytellers are cheap, they are all over the streets and alleys. Although they can't hold the mouthpiece of the world, they can still stir up gossip."

"My old man sees Lin Ke, your way of comics and novels is the best match for a storyteller."

Chen Pingping said with a smile: "As for the share... Storytellers have always read a lot, but good books are rare."

"As a storyteller, when we come across a wonderful book, we will tell it about it for free, not to mention Lin Ke's "Fights Through the Sky" and other books, which are really wonderful and beyond words."

"Such a wonderful novel, I think, there are countless storytellers who are willing to make Lin Ke famous for you."

"Of course, if Lin Ke is willing to share some of the benefits for those poor children, they will definitely be happier."

Listening to Chen Pingping's words, Lin Ke was stunned.

It does!

Perhaps what those who are short of books want to see most is a good book.

In his previous life, when he came across a good book, he always read it without sleeping and eating. The wonderful parts were either full of praise, or weeping and sighing, or laughing out loud.

From the fifth and sixth grades of elementary school, to middle school and high school, to university, to postgraduate, to doctorate, and then to entering the society for the first time...

Lin Ke has read many novels, and naturally loves those novels very much.

Therefore, he can best understand the minds of these storytellers.

Those novels are not cultural garbage, spiritual poison, or literary trails.

But it contains the hard work of the author of the novel.

The hot-blooded Xiao Yan, Klein the Fool, the steady senior brother, Xu Wufu who listens to the music...

There are also the Three Kingdoms where romanticism and domineering realism coexist, the Water Margin where individual heroism and love-hate love hate, Tang Seng and the monkey who learn from the Western Paradise...

They told readers what is perseverance, what is death rather than surrender, what is steady development, what is 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi...

"[-] to [-] percent." Lin Ke smiled: "There's no need to split the profit. If they sell a book, half of the income will go to them!"

[-]%? !
Chen Pingping was stunned: "This...too much! Lin Ke, let me tell you..."

"No, Uncle Chen." Lin Ke shook his head, his eyes brightened: "I am also a novelist, and I am also a storyteller."

(End of this chapter)