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

Chapter 478: Sales volume that creates history! Zhang Xueliang’s troubles?
night.

The cold wind was howling outside the window.

The lights flickered and appeared and disappeared.

The master and the disciple were shivering in their bed, covered with nothing but a layer of dark and extremely thin quilt.

But even so, it still did not dampen their enthusiasm for reading novels.

The two of them poked their heads out from under the quilt, and with the moonlight outside the window and the faint candlelight, they stared at the words on the newspaper, not wanting to look away for even a moment.

Both the master and the disciple were unwilling to let go of every word in "The Return of the Condor Heroes".

Of course, part of the reason why they are so serious is that the master and the apprentice do not recognize all the handwriting.

Such concentration and mutual communication are required to read it completely.

After seeing the two poems quoted at the beginning of the novel, Huang Yiwu couldn't help but speak excitedly.

"It turned out to be two poems about butterfly lovers by Ouyang Xiu, a great poet of the Northern Song Dynasty. Bao Bingwen is indeed different from others. As soon as these two poems came out, the scene of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River during the Mid-Autumn Festival came to life on paper!"

When Huang Yiwu was a teenager practicing martial arts, he also read some ancient books and poems.

In addition, with the recent street performances, I need to collect all kinds of rhymes.

People are forced to do things, and in order to survive, they naturally have to work hard.

Now that it's a blessing in disguise, what I say can be considered reasonable.

Then he chuckled again and said with emotion.

"I've read other martial arts novels that also quote some ancient poems to add color, but they are still far inferior to the artistic conception described by Mr. Bao."

Fugui didn't understand, so he nodded vigorously.

"Master, I don't understand those flowery words, but I think it's the best."

Huang Yiwu was heartbroken and seemed to feel sorry for his apprentice.

"I told you to read more books every day, but you didn't listen."

"Hehe." Fugui said, touching his head. "I'm not very smart, but I'll learn some tricks to get better at it.

If I have to say, I prefer the women in Mr. Bao's novels, for example, the Red-robed Fairy Li Mochou, who leaves bloody handprints on the wall and door of the other person's house before killing him. It's really interesting.

She looks pretty, but I don’t know what her figure is like.”

"You fool, you think about women all day long!"

Huang Yiwu cursed and laughed, then slapped his apprentice on the forehead.

The master and the disciple read books while bickering with each other. When they were hungry, they ate a sesame cake, and when they were thirsty, they drank some sweet potato wine.

The sesame seed buns were frozen hard and the sweet potato cake was a little bland, but when paired with the world's best martial arts novel, the master and disciple felt that life had hope again.

Huang Yiwu is more concerned about the "martial arts" that appear in the novel.

When he saw words like "Baihai Point" and "Weizhong Point", his eyes lit up.

To the extent that the more I read on, the more fascinated I became.

When Yang Guo learned the Toad Skill from Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, he felt his heart surge.

"This method is extremely unique. It uses internal energy to circulate in the meridians. Unfortunately, it is too vicious and cruel, and can easily affect the mind of the practitioner. Even Ouyang Feng went astray because of it. It is really sad and lamentable!"

Although he said this, Huang Yiwu was actually very envious in his heart. He stared at the words in the novel, hoping to find a way to practice from the description.

But Fugui didn't care. He said doubtfully.

"Master, is there really such a thing as internal strength? Why can't I feel it when I practice? I've never seen anyone being able to develop it?"

"You are an idiot who can't read a single word." Huang Yiwu was immediately furious and slapped his apprentice on the head again. "I usually tell you to read more, but you just won't listen. Look at the martial arts novels. Which martial arts master didn't learn his skills after getting the martial arts secret book?

You can't read, even if I give you a copy of "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", you won't be able to comprehend it."

"But."

"But what but? Mr. Bingwen said it exists, so it exists. If we can't feel our inner selves, it can only be because we are not accomplished enough! We haven't practiced enough!"

Huang Yiwu said confidently.

In fact, during the Republic of China period, the spread of traditional martial arts was still a mystery.

There are many different opinions about internal strength, and there is no definite number.

Some famous Tai Chi masters, such as Yang Chengfu, believed that through long-term practice of standing still, regulating breath, and repeatedly practicing moves, a special power could be cultivated in the body.

This force can be transferred to the opponent through physical contact, causing him to lose balance or be bounced away.

Even decades later, qigong fever is still all the rage.

After the 21st century, qigong has almost been regarded as a kind of fantasy and superstition.

But during the Republic of China period, many people, even martial arts masters, may have firmly believed in the concept of internal strength.

Therefore, after Bao Guowei wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", there was an endless stream of "martial arts masters" who wanted to visit him.

Some said they wanted to learn from him, while others said they wanted to become his disciples.

Obviously he took the contents of the novel seriously.

Compared to Huang Yiwu's focus on martial arts, Fugui is still obsessed with female characters. After all, he has reached the age of full vigor and vitality, and he follows old man Huang Yiwu all day long and rarely sees women. It seems that he is too depressed.

Fugui also felt that female demons like Li Mochou had a special charm. He wished that he could also meet such a woman with great martial arts skills and they could become husband and wife.

Isn't she much better than an ordinary weak woman?

But Fugui was also a playboy. After Huang Rong appeared, he forgot about Li Mochou.

It can be said that Huang Rong has won the love of many readers in the previous work. Her eccentricity and extraordinary wit have also made her the dream lover of many readers.

In the plot of this work, Huang Rong has married and is raising a family.

In a sense, the role even leans towards the villain, which inevitably makes many "Huang Rong fans" feel that her image has collapsed.

But for readers like Fugui, the more mature Huang Rong who got married is even more attractive than the quirky and energetic Huang Rong.

Fugui's eyes were shining. When he saw Huang Rong's appearance, he was attracted by this beautiful woman and couldn't help but speak excitedly.

"Master, look, look, this is Huang Rong! Huang Rong is here! After giving birth, she seems to be even more charming. If I have the chance, I really want to meet this kind of woman."

Huang Yiwu looked at his apprentice strangely, thinking that this boy's idea was very dangerous, and sneered, "You don't know her real appearance, it's just a few words of description."

"Master, I have a vision in my head. I imagine her appearing from time to time. If I could have a brief romance with a woman like this in my life, it would be worth dying for."

"Bah! Lecher! Huang Rong is a married woman!"

"Hey~ Master, don't hit me!"

"This dragon girl looks pretty good too~"

As time passed, a few hours later, the night gradually deepened and the content of the novel stopped at the end of the third chapter.

Two sighs came from the room.

"Alas~ It's gone again."

"Where is Yang Guo? So what if Guo Jing fights with these old-timers? This Bao Bingwen always keeps us in suspense. I really want to watch it all in one go~" Huang Yiwu gritted his teeth and now he hated Bao Guowei.

"Master, this time we have to wait for two more days. I heard that the Times is now published every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Next time we can only wait until Friday."

Huang Yiwu took his time, sighed, and then comforted his apprentice, saying, "Don't worry, we've been waiting for so long, why not wait a few more days? At most, you can read it over and over again. Such a good book needs to be savored many times."

After thinking for a while, Fugui asked tentatively, "Master, can we get up later tomorrow and not go to work?"

"Pa!" A big slap hit his head again.

All I heard was Huang Yiwu cursing angrily.

"Fool! Are you still living like this? You've just had one good day, and you're already greedy for pleasure? Get up and practice tomorrow morning!

How can you become a great hero like this?"

"Oh~"

"The Return of the Condor Heroes" became a huge hit. It was not just an ordinary hit, it was so popular that it could be said to be unprecedented and unmatched.

Once it was published, the serialized newspapers were in short supply both in the North and the South.

After a week of serialization and about five or six chapters, sales gradually stabilized from the upward trend.

The original daily sales volume of The Times was stable at around 20,000 copies. After The Return of the Condor Heroes was released, the sales volume immediately surged and continued to rise in a straight line for a week.

Even though it includes three different updates on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, it is already very impressive.

After getting the exact sales volume, Zhang Jingchang from the editorial department of the Times rushed into the office immediately, with an expression on his face as if it was New Year's Day.

"Mr. Huang! Mr. Huang! Our final sales are in! Great joy! Great joy!"

"Out?"

Huang Bohui has been very busy these days with the publication of additional issues.

He was still taking a nap with his eyes closed. He took off the cigar from the corner of his mouth and immediately got up from the recliner.

"Quick, quick, what is our average sales volume this week? Is it 50,000?"

Zhang Jingchang no longer had the worries he had before, and without the anxiety about work, he just stood there with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and talking.

"No, no, no, it's impossible to be fifty thousand."

Hearing this, Huang Bohui was a little disappointed, but he still smiled and said, "If we can get 30,000, that would be good."

"No, no, no." Zhang Jingchang waved his hands and said, "Not thirty thousand, not fifty thousand, but one hundred thousand!"

"What the hell?"

Huang Boyui was really startled and fell back on the recliner.

You should know that the record for the highest newspaper sales in Shanghai today was set by the "Xinwen Daily" two years ago, with 15 copies per day.

But what is the News? Newspapers naturally sell much more than story newspapers.

Moreover, the news newspapers cover a wide range of topics, and many government officials subscribe to them.

But The Times is different from The News, which has been in operation for more than 30 years, and its focus is completely different.

The original sales volume was only 20,000. The highest sales volume was when Bao Guowei's news and works were published, and the sales volume could reach 40,000 per day.

What does a sales volume of 100,000 mean?
That means doubling and doubling again, and even more!

This is the average sales volume for a week, not just one day!

For a moment, Huang Boyui sat in the recliner, feeling dazed. He felt a little stuffy in his chest and his heart was beating violently.

He thought the sales would be amazing, but he didn't expect it to be this amazing.

At the same time, the news was also received in Tianjin.

Li Shoumin narrowed his eyes, looked at the statistical document in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

"We have a daily sales volume of 10. We started relatively late and cannot compare to the highest daily sales volume of of Ta Kung Pao, but it is still astonishing!
Bingwen's power is truly admirable!"

Li Shoumin's serialized work "The Legend of Swordsman of Shu Mountain" is extremely popular in the northern region, especially in Tianjin and Beijing.

But even so, the daily sales of "Bud" only reached 20,000.

Once The Return of the Condor Heroes was published, its sales more than tripled within a week.

How much of an influence is this?
In just a few months, "Mengya" leapt from an ordinary fledgling newspaper to one of the largest newspapers in the northern region. The improvement during this period can be said to be a miracle.

At this moment, the editors of "Mengya" editorial department have been immersed in a sea of ​​cheers.

Perhaps for most editors, the sales of the magazine after The Return of the Condor Heroes became a hit does not directly bring them profits.

But even if this is the case, being able to keep this well-paying job is something worth celebrating.

Who would have thought that just a few months ago, this was just a makeshift team with only a few people?

Not to mention the glory it added to their resumes after "Mengya" became a major newspaper.

Of course, Li Shoumin also promised that as long as the newspaper's income increased, he would increase their salaries.

This is also what it should be.

After all, the world today has a hard time for anyone.

Li Shoumin was happy inside, but he was not good at showing it.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the employees in the editorial office who were cheering and celebrating.

I couldn't help but miss Bao Guowei.

When will this gentleman come to the North?

If he comes, I'm afraid he will also cause a bloody storm in the north, right?

Just like in martial arts novels.

Beiping.

The Marshal's Mansion.

Since the victory in the Central Plains War, Zhang Xueliang has been in high spirits.

He was appointed deputy commander of the army, navy and air force, and moved to Beijing to work.

On the one hand, he held a large number of troops, on the other hand, he held a public office and occupied important areas in North China.

There was even military funds sent by the bald man.

Zhang Xueliang can be said to be the biggest beneficiary of this Central Plains War.

But this does not mean that everything can be settled without any worries.

On the one hand, many old warlords surrendered on the surface, but in fact they were secretly disloyal, either opposing Chiang Kai-shek or colluding with the Japanese. The situation was too complicated.

North China is a hot commodity, but if you want to eat it all, you need to have good teeth.

On the other hand, the Japanese in the northeast have been ready to create friction and provocative incidents, and are even conducting military exercises. A large number of Japanese companies and businessmen have infiltrated the hinterland of the northeast.

Zhang Xueliang was originally full of confidence, but when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Especially some time ago, we received some news about Japanese activities in Northeast China.

It is worth mentioning that some of the important news was delivered by two businessmen.

One of these businessmen was named Ho Tung and the other was named Run Run Shaw. Both were well-known businessmen in the south.

The former is one of the top businessmen in Hong Kong and has close ties with the UK.

The most important thing is that it seems that Bao Guowei asked them to send this information?
(End of this chapter)