Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 281 Dawn is coming! Brother Xun, have you seen it?
"The plot is concise and powerful, perfectly combining reality and magic, creating a world that is both real and full of fantasy.

In this world, there are extraordinary natural phenomena, as well as absurd events and mysterious characters.

But these are not the most important. Anyone with some historical knowledge can see that this is a metaphor for Chinese history, and those absurd things have really happened in this land."

There is no room for explanation. Li Zongwu read the novel of nearly 40,000 words in one breath, took a deep breath, and made his own evaluation sincerely.

Huang Bohui and Zhang Jingchang looked at each other. They had already gathered together and read with Li Zongwu.

However, Li Zongwu was a very fast reader, and the two of them were simply engrossed in reading, but they still saw clues from the few words in the novel.

Zhang Jingchang's eyes lit up. He had never seen such a work before.

Another new creative form!
Magical background, plus storyline that reflects the real world and reflects real emotions.

Is this magical realism?

His heart began to beat violently, and while Li Zongwu kept talking excitedly, he carefully took the manuscript away from the other party's hand.

"You just agreed, and I can't bear this beating in vain." Zhou Jinya pointed at the bruise on his face. Obviously, in the confrontation with Li Zongwu, his thin body could not take advantage of him. "Look at tomorrow."

The sea symbolizes the unpredictability of fate. The big fish can be the great powers, the East, and all enemies.

Today's world is not good. If you can make more money, make more money. This is his idea.

Did he push himself too hard? As a result, these three people directly collided with each other.

"It's done! Mr. Huang, we are saved. With this article, we will definitely be able to be reborn!"

"It's just." Huang Bohui is still worried. "Can this novel really solve the current crisis?"

In fact, several people were blocked in the hall, and Zhou Jinya did not dare to go out. It was not until the emotions of the people gradually calmed down that he stepped forward cautiously.

But just after being serious for a while, Li Zongwu started to get mad again. He put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

"Show me too." Huang Bohui came over, his right hand trembling slightly.

"Have you ever thought about how many people would pay attention to this article once it was published? Perseverance, struggle, facing setbacks and sufferings, and of course the five thousand years of Chinese national sentiments, many emotions are intertwined Together, what a force it will be.”

"When the time comes, even if Chen Dezheng wants to destroy our Times, millions of readers will not agree."

"Mr. Li is right!" Zhang Jingchang said, clapping his right hand on his palm. "Words also have power. Mr. Bingwen once said that the original form of words is to communicate and communicate emotions. Through the transmission of this emotion, the power of most people is mobilized and gathered together, it will be a terrifying force. strength."

"It can be solved! Why it can't be solved!"

He grabbed Huang Bohui's hand and said with sparkle in his eyes.

Zhang Jingchang originally wanted to read it carefully, but the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

He clenched his fist and said: "And we will do our job well! Let all readers in Shanghai read this article within tomorrow!"

"I don't really understand it, I just think the article is excellent. Since Mr. Bingwen asked us to publish it, we will spare no effort to publish it. Without Mr. Bingwen, there would be no "Times" today. Even if I, Huang Bohui, lose money, I still can't do it. You have to do your best.”

While walking towards Zhou Jinya, Huang Bohui lit up a cigarette.

"Brother Huang, please send this article out as soon as possible. It must be posted in a conspicuous place in the newspaper, divided into three times, for three consecutive days, so that all readers in Shanghai can see it."

I spread it out with great care and looked at it carefully.

He subconsciously took off the handkerchief from his chest, wiped the sweat from his head, and smiled implicitly.

His speech became much gentler.

"Um, Boss Huang, you."

"Sir, since we have read this article, it must mean that Mr. Bingwen has come out of trouble. He will make his own decisions about these matters. It was the same in the past, and he will definitely solve them."

They had read a lot before, and now the two of them made up for the plot a little, and quickly read through this novel of just over 30,000 words.

Li Zongwu spat and said: "This is not only a magical work, the old fisherman's never give up is also touching. After many failures, he still chose to go to sea.

The tension and beauty in the text integrate the emotions that have been written down into a vivid plot, allowing readers to be immersed in the scene.

This is the struggle between various forces on the battlefield of the literary world, which is no longer something ordinary people can influence.

Huang Bohui finally dispelled his doubts, and the haze on his face gradually dissipated.

"

Zhou Jinya was a little hesitant. He had already received the benefits. As for those who wanted to rent this place, whether they were remnants of the Manchu Qing Dynasty or Japanese pirates, he was not considering it.

Li Zongwu's eyebrows were dancing with joy, as if he was thinking about the future.

Huang Bohui frowned, and he almost forgot about this.

Huang Bohui and Zhang Jingchang's eyes lit up. Li Zongwu still had real material. After analyzing it, they had a deeper understanding of this novel.

For a time, the three people were very motivated, as if they were on stimulants.

Zhang Jingchang felt full of energy and couldn't wait to finish tomorrow's newspapers.

Sweat broke out on Huang Bohui's head, and his face remained unchanged, but when he saw his trembling hands, he knew how excited he was.

Landlord Zhou Jinya had long since chased them out, but after seeing the three men who looked like demons, he suddenly didn't dare to get close.

"This is the most powerful work of the next generation of the leader of my Houhei sect!"

In his opinion, this public opinion crisis, which is no better than before, can be overcome by those who are interested in it through an article or a poem.

But after hearing this, one person couldn't sit still immediately, and Li Zongwu shouted loudly.

With his background and strength, Zhou Jinya was not even a bad person in the past, but now when he saw himself in trouble, he showed his villainous face.

As for the people who are eager to rent here, Huang Bohui can guess without thinking that they are nothing more than ambitious opponents.

Call ~
Huang Bohui blew out a puff of smoke, which made Zhou Jinya cough.

"Boss Huang!" Zhou Jinya was about to get angry, but seeing Huang Bohui's look, he stopped talking.

He forced a smile and said.

"Boss Huang, everything is negotiable."

This kind of person is like this. The weaker you are, the more arrogant he will be. If you are tough, he will be groveling.

Therefore, Huang Bohui said in a high and low tone.

"Boss Zhou, if I remember correctly, the contract we made is to end in one week. Before the end, we can renew the contract without any reason. Violators will be compensated ten times. You have taken a lot of benefits from me in the past, right?"

"This"

Zhou Jinya was immediately speechless. He really couldn't refute anything. That was indeed what was written in the contract.

In fact, Zhou Jinya did not completely want the Times to go bankrupt. A tenant of the level of the Times was a big customer for him.

It is rare to be able to rent an office building in one go for many years.

If nothing happens to the Times, he can just sit back and collect the rent. Why not?
But he had already heard the news. The Times had been severely suppressed in the market. First, Bao Guowei, the soul figure, was labeled a "traitor" and subsequently became a "treasonous" magazine.

Later, Chen Dezheng made things difficult for him many times, and he was unable to publish the newspaper for a week.

It is not easy for Huang Bohui to be able to sustain it until now.

Zhou Jinya didn’t care why it went bankrupt. In short, the Times was going to go bankrupt, and the other party was willing to pay enough to bring it down.

He wanted higher profits, but there was nothing he could do about the contract. Huang Bohui was not the kind of civilian who could be bullied.

But now, Zhou Jinya no longer had the arrogance he had just now, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Based on Boss Huang's opinion, do you guys still plan to continue driving?"

"Boss Zhou doesn't need to worry about this. I will continue to rent the house. You can send the follow-up contract later. Don't talk about the rest."

Zhou Jinya felt so sad that he had already accepted someone else, could he return it?

So he pretended to be sincere and said. "Boss Huang, you can't be confused. Listen to my advice. This place is nothing more than a money-losing place, so why bother trying to gain momentum?"

He pretended to be magnanimous and said: "I don't care, how can I make money?"

"No need to say it."

Huang Bohui waved his hand, no longer wanting to talk to him, feeling a little irritated.

"I have already decided, let's ask Boss Zhou to come back!"

"Hmph!" After his persuasion failed, Zhou Jinya naturally stopped staying and snorted coldly, with a gloomy look on his face.

Zhang Jingchang stood up and reminded.

"Boss Zhou, don't forget the identity of President Huang. We may be afraid of Chen Dezheng, but if you do anything, don't blame us for being rude!"

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Huang Bohui's family background is prominent, and his family also runs an important industrial business.

Of course, Zhou Jinya, a nouveau riche, is not someone who can touch porcelain.

After Zhou Jinya left, Zhang Jingchang looked at Huang Bohui with a worried look and said.

"Sir, looking at this, it's hard for us to stay here any longer."

He said that before, but he still knew in his heart that if he fell out with the landlord, the magazine's future operations would become troublesome.

Huang Bohui said with a dry laugh.

"I know, but the situation is urgent now. Let's stabilize the other party first. After we pass this level, we still don't have the office location we want!"

"Good!" Zhang Jingchang knew that Huang Bohui had something to worry about. He returned to the office to get his coat and said brightly.

"I'm going to notify other employees and ask them to come to work!"

Huang Bohui smiled and was full of energy.

"I will contact my friends in the circle and work together. Our counterattack has begun!"

"As for Mr. Li, maybe you can write a few more articles, our newspaper is in short supply."

But before Huang Bohui finished speaking, Li Zongwu was nowhere to be seen again.

"Hey, where is Mr. Li?"

Huang Bohui said a little strangely.

As soon as he walked out of the door of "The Times", Zhou Jinya's face was filled with resentment and he felt that he had been greatly wronged.

"Huang Bohui, you go back on your word, how are you any different from an animal?!"

Zhou Jinya vented his emotions to the empty street.

Even so, he didn't dare to do this in front of Huang Bohui. The other party was richer and more powerful than him, and the contract was written in black and white.

No matter where the trouble is, I have no reason to do so.

Feeling depressed in his heart, Zhou Jinya did not forget to spit harshly at the gate before leaving.

He said very angrily.

"what!"

But it didn't matter if he didn't vomit. As soon as he vomited, a person came out of the door.

Zhou Jinya was startled and almost fell down.

Unexpectedly, Li Zongwu ran out and grabbed Zhou Jinya.

"No! You can't leave!" Li Zongwu said, pointing to the three scratches on his face. "You have ruined the face of my Houheixue. You must give me an explanation."

"It's not over, is it?" Zhou Jinya said angrily,

Li Zongwu smiled and said very unreasonably.

"The law of Houheixue is that human nature is inherently evil. To achieve your goal, you must do whatever it takes, especially for a villain like you, who will be even more evil than you!"

"What are you talking about!" Zhou Jinya was about to collapse.

"Huh?" Li Zongwu didn't care what Zhou Jinya's status was. With his tall figure, he held Zhou Jinya's collar and easily let his feet hang in the air.

Zhou Jinya flapped his feet in the air and was about to cry.

Almost scared to death, he finally begged for mercy.

"I'll give it! Why don't I give it! Grandpa, please let me down quickly!"

That night.

The lights inside the "Times" magazine office were brightly lit. After rapid typesetting, the printing factory contacted also started work at the same time.

Huang Bohui tried his best to open up the upper and lower production lines at all costs, and Bao Guowei used his contacts in the concession to provide many conveniences.

It wasn't until midnight that the first batch of newspapers was finally printed.

Huang Bohui and Zhang Jingchang, exhausted, opened the newspaper and smelled the fresh aroma of ink.

Suddenly all the difficulties around him disappeared.

""The Young Writer Reappears in a New Masterpiece of Furious Killing Evil""

Huang Bohui recited the headlines on the front page and felt that his whole body was full of fighting spirit.

Zhang Jingchang also said: "As soon as this article was published, it will let those young people see what is the true spirit of youth and what is the power of literature!"

"Hey! Don't be too happy." Huang Bohui patted the other party's shoulder. "We still have a lot of work to do tonight. After the printing is completed, brothers will naturally help spread it to every corner of Shanghai."

This issue is free to increase your influence.

At the same time, with the help of Du Yuesheng, Bao Guowei has organized a group of reliable newsboys and several large trucks.

The story of "The Old Man and the Sea" must be spread throughout Shanghai in the early morning!

The morning sun had just risen, reflecting on Brother Xun's vicissitudes of life.

"Brother Xun, don't catch a cold. It's almost the summer heat, but it's still freezing this morning."

Standing on the small building in the concession, Brother Xun glanced at Xu Guangping, with a warm smile on his face.

He took the hot tea from the other person's hand, took a sip, and coughed twice.

"Staying up late again?"

Brother Xun was silent, just looking at the rising sun in the distance, so far yet so close.

After a long while, he said: "I thought about some articles and wrote some letters. I hope they will be useful."

"When manpower will eventually be limited, you have already tried your best." Xu Guangping also wanted to persuade.

But Brother Xun didn't answer. This was a silent answer.

At this time, a childish call came from the gate.

"Morning paper! Morning paper! Sir! The morning paper has arrived!"

Brother Xun frowned and glanced at Xu Guangping.

"You ordered a new newspaper?"

"I thought it was you who ordered it, so I'll go take a look." Xu Guangping was confused, glanced downstairs, and went up the stairs to the first floor.

Brother Xun, on the other hand, looked at the smiling newsboy downstairs and was in a daze.

(End of this chapter)