Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 287 Set up a street stall and rent out martial arts novels

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Fang Minghua groaned, but didn't say anything.

"I had some impressions of the Lei Xuecheng you mentioned when I was recruiting just now." Song Tangtang continued: "I read a lot of books and have a certain degree of literary accomplishment, but we are not recruiting editors but sales people. After asking a few questions, He's too bookish and has poor social skills. Do you know him?"

"Yeah." Fang Minghua nodded and briefly told how he got to know Lei Xuecheng.

Song Tangtang sighed slightly after hearing this, and then said, "How about recruiting him in and placing him in the editing room?"

"Didn't you say that the company hired four editors some time ago and doesn't need to find anyone else?" Fang Minghua asked rhetorically.

"He can be considered your friend."

"Forget it, the company is a company and friends are friends. If this is the case, what will happen if all the relatives of the seven aunts and eight aunts are coming? This is the most taboo thing about starting a private company." Fang Minghua rejected Song Tangtang's opinion.

Song Tangtang didn't insist. The two of them left the office, said hello to Zhao Hongjun and went downstairs.

The two of them were riding their bicycles to go home. Fang Minghua suddenly saw a man walking slowly on the sidewalk in front of him. It was Lei Xuecheng.

Every day I either read various literature and poetry books or stay at home and work hard to write. Unfortunately, writing poetry requires talent and not hard work to become a poet.

The young female manager spoke tactfully, but the boss named Zhao Hongjun was not polite at all: "We want salespeople who can run the market, not some sour scholar who can only sell a few lines of poetry!"

Lei Xuecheng was desperate.

"Lei Xuecheng, why did you come to apply? Have you been unemployed in the past few years?" Fang Minghua asked.

He is 26 years old this year. Others of his age have long been married and have children, but he is still single.

At that time, he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

The younger brother took over the job of his father and got married last year. Not only did his younger brother and his sister-in-law not give due respect to Lei Xuecheng, the elder brother, but they also made sarcastic remarks because he stayed at home all day and could not earn a penny.

Oh my god
Isn't this the deputy general manager who was sitting at the recruitment table just now? !
Thinking of brushing it off himself, Lei Xuecheng was embarrassed to say hello to others again.

Lei Xuecheng looked back and saw a beautiful young woman in a windbreaker pushing a Kun car behind Fang Minghua.

I searched several companies, but none were suitable. Finally, I saw that Shengshi Book Publishing Company was recruiting sales staff. I thought that I was well-educated in poetry and literature, but in the end, I was not rejected!

Lei Xuecheng turned his head and saw that it was Fang Minghua. He stopped and forced a smile on his face: "Hello, Chief Editor Fang. Did you just go to Shengshi Book Company for business?"

As a last resort, Lei Xuecheng had no choice but to find a job.

With his heart moving, he said to Song Tangtang, "That's Lei Xuecheng. I'll go have a chat with him." After saying that, he pushed his bicycle and sped up to catch up.

Since that year, after publishing a short poem in "Chencang Daily", Lei Xuecheng became more determined to pursue the path of poetry creation.

"No, I'm going to pick up my wife and take her home."

Hearing this, Lei Xuecheng was a little ashamed, but he still told Fang Minghua his experiences in the past few years.

"Lei Xuecheng!" Fang Minghua shouted.

Over the past few years, except for a few short poems published in local newspapers and periodicals, I have achieved nothing.

Of course, Lei Xuecheng did not tell Fang Minghua the exact words. He only said that he felt that literary creation had no future, so he wanted to find a job.

Fang Minghua listened and asked again: "Where is the girl who came to borrow books with you that time? What is she doing now?"

Lei Xuecheng's face suddenly became even more ugly, and he said dullly: "She took over her mother's class and went to work in the cotton factory." He did not say the last sentence.

Already engaged, the groom is not him.

Seeing him like this, Fang Minghua didn't ask any more questions but said, "Lei Xuecheng, I want to find a job for you, will you do it?"

"What's the matter?" Lei Xuecheng suddenly became energetic after hearing this. "

"Set up a street stall and rent out martial arts novels."

"Ah?! This?" Lei Xuecheng was stunned.

He originally thought that he and Fang Minghua had a relationship. This young female manager was Fang Minghua's wife. Through this relationship, he could work at Shengshi Books, but he didn't expect that the other party would let him set up a bookstall!
"You have also seen that martial arts novels are very popular now, especially among students. If you go near Bianjia Village, there are Western University and Northwest Polytechnic University, or go to Xingqing Park, where there are Jiaotong University and Shaanxi Institute of Technology. There are many students, so the business must be good. "Fang Minghua explained.

"Of course it doesn't have to be martial arts. Qiong Yao's romance novels or some magazines such as "Story Club", "Wulin", and "Ancient and Modern Legends" will do. Students can read whatever they like. I can let my friends sell books published by Shengshi Books at wholesale prices. for you."

Lei Xuecheng was stunned and said nothing.

Seeing this, Fang Minghua patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and rode away on his bicycle.

On the street, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang rode side by side.

"Minghua, why do you want that Lei Xuecheng to set up a bookstall?" Song Tangtang asked.

"What? Look down on him?" Fang Minghua glanced at his wife: "Lei Xuecheng has no skills and is not good at social interaction. What can he do? I don't think he can bear the hardship of moving bricks at a construction site. He might as well set up a bookstall, but Don’t underestimate this business, it will be more than your salary in one month.”

"But a man can't set up a bookstall all his life, right?"

"Then it depends on his luck. If he earns some money by setting up a bookstall, he can open a bookstore and it can still be prosperous for twenty years. With the money he earns, he should be able to marry a wife and support his family."

Song Tangtang nodded after listening, and suddenly realized there was something wrong with Fang Minghua's words: "Opening a bookstore is the hottest business now, and it can be quite profitable. How do you think it can be prosperous for 20 years?"

Because, when the Internet came, physical bookstores died with it.

But Fang Minghua didn't say this.

Lei Xuecheng didn't know that Fang Minghua had planned his life for him. He stood there for a long time, then suddenly woke up, strode to the bus stop, and squeezed into a bus.

Lei Xuecheng's home was in a large courtyard called Renyi Lane near Taibai Road in Bianjia Village, Xijing. By the time he rushed home, it was already past dinner time.

When the mother saw her eldest son coming back, she hurriedly greeted him and asked in a low voice: "Xiaocheng, have you applied for the job?"

Lei Xuecheng shook his head.

There was a look of disappointment on my mother's face, but there was nothing she could say. Instead, she asked in a low voice: "You haven't eaten yet? I'll roll the dough for you."

"I'm not hungry." Lei Xuecheng replied and suddenly asked: "Mom, do you have money?"

"What do you want money for?"

"I want to set up a bookstall. I need money to buy books. Please lend me some."

"Xiaocheng, why do you suddenly want to set up a bookstall?" My mother was surprised when she heard this: "Aren't you afraid of embarrassment?"

"Disgraceful?" Lei Xuecheng said with a sad smile on his face: "I am like this now. I am in my twenties and still rely on you to support me. I have already lost my life. I still care about this?!"

(End of this chapter)