The reborn tyrant rises

Chapter 458: Thirty Years of Heavenly Capital

Compared with the chasing after the collapse of the viaduct a few days ago, and the great storm it caused, Chen Liang’s death was like a small stone thrown into the lake, which was insignificant and did not cause any waves.

The only media that has reported it is a small piece of tofu on the most inconspicuous page of Tiandu Daily: ━━━━━━━━━, Spring and Autumn Brushwork.

Originally, many reporters and newspapers were a little excited after receiving the news.

A suspect in the case of floating corpse without a head escaped, and died on the spot because he was driving too fast and collided with an oncoming bus.

The report of this accident is very interesting, which is the consensus of these reporters.

If the story has a story, and there is suspense and suspense, it can attract the attention of many readers.

But something that surprised many people happened. The manuscript that should have been taken seriously ended up making many editors of newspapers slap the table, thinking that the manuscript was smeared.

The manuscript was shot in a mess.

Everyone is in the same industry, and naturally there are countless small circles that intersect with each other.

After going back and forth, all these reporters found out that it was not me who co-authored, but that the media in Tiandu was right.

The news is sensational, storytelling, and suspenseful. The three 3 points that should have been cut into it were deliberately written to be nothing, and it would be good to keep the reader’s eyes for a second. It is purely an article to complete the daily task.

Chen Liang is dead.

Coincidentally, he died under the wheel of a big stone-laden wheel under the banner of Xiaohongpao, who dominated the sky.

In this world where you sang and I came on stage, he ended his sinful life with an accident that was not vigorous.

After writing this text on the scratch paper with a carbon pen, Baisong closed the notebook.

He is a literary worker, it can be said that he is a very failed literary worker.

This can be seen from his messy and small room.

“It’s so fucking hot, it’s Xiaohongpao again.

This man is terrifying.”

Bai Song wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook the palm fan in his hand desperately.

Everyone knows how hot it is in the autumn of October. The air conditioner is undoubtedly an expensive luxury. The white pine that even the fan is about to be reluctant to buy and the long hair full of literary atmosphere will undoubtedly make his life even more difficult.

Bai Song is not from Tiandu, but his mother is.

Since childhood, Baisong has a special feeling for this city.

Because his childhood grew up listening to his grandfather’s story.

Bai Song’s grandfather used to be an influential figure in the arena, but he was a man of righteousness and wealth, and owed him a lot of people, so he was lucky to avoid the catastrophe in those few years.

People talk more when they get old, and they like to recall the past.

But the children are all busy, and the only audience is Baisong, who was still a child.

Hearing and seeing, Bai Song knew very well the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes in Tiandu in those years.

After growing up, Bai Song engaged in writing and work, and after publishing several articles: ━━━━━━━━━ After that, he gradually gained some fame, but he was not satisfied.

He decided to write a book that would make him famous.

I quit my glamorous job, and after tossing for a few years, the book I wrote fell to the ground, and I didn’t have much money left.

Just when he was disheartened, a little romance popular in the Xia Kingdom gave him the last hope.

The content of Scarlet Romance is very simple and belongs to the pseudo-biography.The wealth and fame brought by the pseudo-biographical novels that can record the past events in Sijiucheng make him unattainable.

So he decided to write a novel about the gray world of Tiandu, and he has his own innate advantages in this regard.

Grandpa Bai Song has always been in a tough body. He goes to see a lot of the old man’s old disciples during the festivals. He is also a good inquisitor. Therefore, the most important thing to know about the gray stories of the city of Tiandu and not let him make up his mind is after listening to these stories. , Bai Song felt that the bloody romantic things were nothing at all.

He was amazed at the ferocity of the three religions and the sophistication of various gangs in Tiandu, and he believed that if these things could be displayed, the novel would surely cause a great sensation.

Do it when you think of it.

Bai Song’s executive power is very strong, so he found the best relationship with Ding Jian, who used to be his grandfather’s protege.

Speaking of Ding Jian, many young people may be unfamiliar with him these days, but when it comes to Ding Lunatic who lost three fingers in the bet with Lao Damou back then, many old people immediately.

It will suddenly dawn on you.

Ding Jian, who had left the arena early, couldn’t help Bai Song’s soft and hard bubbles, and finally agreed, but agreed to three.

“First, you are not allowed to take pictures of your name when you are alive.”

“Second, you can’t write what I don’t let you write.”

“Thirdly, after the final completion, I have to look at it first. I said I can post it, and you will post it later.”

At that time, Bai Song didn’t care about that much at all, being able to enter the circle was the most important thing, so immediately.

I happily agreed.

With Ding Jian’s help and Bai Song’s help, over time, this writer and literati actually made a lot of friends.

“Little Hongpao, this person doesn’t know how to interview him once.”

Bai Song muttered to himself, sweat made his long hair twist into strands, looking a little embarrassed.

He thought of the shock he gave him when he heard the name for the first time.

“Thirty years of the sky and clouds.”

This book, which contains all of Baisong’s ambitions, began with his grandfather’s generation, and intends to write until the end of the world after the reform.

The things in the early years are not heavy, firstly because Bai Song feels that people today are not very interested in that era, which is in conflict with the blood color, and secondly, because Bai Song’s grandfather is old, after all, he can’t remember many things very clearly. It’s the ending that Ding Jian helped perfect.

So naturally, Bai Song focused his writing on the later period, that is, the era when the old Batou generation was all-powerful.

Speaking of the cruelty of those years, many people from the rivers and lakes still have lingering expressions on their faces when they talk to Bai Song after tea and dinner.

It’s no wonder that from that period to the present, not many real ruthless people have survived, and fewer outlaws have survived to the present, so most of these people who Bai Song collected materials are old fritters who work on the outside.

But through the conversations these days, Bai Song became interested in a name.

That is the most ruthless and most talked about leader among them, Lao Damou.

Bai Song was hooked on hearing about a series of things such as driving away the people from all over the world, resisting the Zhang brothers and so on.

“Seven Uncles.”

Bai Song respectfully poured the wine, and asked, “Now the old Batou is still eating at the railway station, is there a chance for you to help me introduce it?”

“Old Damou should be dead.”

Seventh Uncle’s words surprised Bai Song, “He was so fierce and he died, something went wrong.”

“That’s not it.”

Lao Qi took a sip of a small wine and squinted his eyes with a satisfied expression, “I’ll run into something more fierce.”

“More Fierce”

Bai Song was surprised that his data had just been collected a few years ago, when Lao Batou was at its peak, and there was no clue that a fierce god had appeared in the sky that could rival Lao Batou.

“Yes, the fiercest.”

This conversation was in the old house where Lao Qi lived alone, and there was no third person present, but Lao Qi still looked around carefully before saying a word mysteriously.

“Old Damou met Xiaohongpao.”

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