I rely on talking to brush the copy

In fact, Yang Jinglun felt both pain and happiness when he took the car to Shanghai to watch the movie "Memoirs of a Courtesan" this time.

As a book fan, Yang Jinglun was certainly looking forward to and excited when seeing his favorite works being adapted onto the big screen, but at the same time, he also felt a kind of tangled pain. Because the physical book of "Rise of Dynasties" is on sale today!

At this time, the advantage of having a good relationship with the author is revealed. Just when everyone was eagerly waiting for the publication of "The Rise of Dynasties", Yang Jinglun got the physical book from Le Jing early. But even so, Yang Jinglun still wanted to stay and see the response caused by the publication of "The Rise of Dynasties".

To be honest, when he saw other people hyping up "The Rise of a Dynasty" in newspapers, he was even happier than being praised himself.

He said to himself: "I wonder how the sales of "Rise of Dynasty" are today?"

Le Jing gave him a funny look: "This should be something Editor Wang and the others worry about, right?"

Yang Jinglun was stunned for a rare moment, and then suddenly realized: "Yes, our newspaper is not responsible for "The Rise of Dynasty"!" After saying this, he couldn't help but look at Le Jing with some resentment, and confirmed again: "Sir, except Lin Zhongqi Besides, don’t you have any other pen names?”

"there is none left."

After stopping for a while, when the train was about to arrive at Tianjin Station and Le Jing and the others were about to get off, Yang Jinglun said again: "Sir, why didn't you publish "The Rise of the Dynasty" in our newspaper in the first place?"

Le Jing looked at him silently and asked silently: What do you think?

Yang Jinglun smiled and murmured in a low voice: "Aren't these days different from the past? Now that so many big guys are speaking out for your "Rise of Dynasties", no one will say anything even if it is serialized in our "Literary Journal" If it doesn’t work out, our newspaper can also set up a special serialization section for your novels, sir!”

Lejing Guangguan said: "Why don't you have a fight with the people from Peking Novel Newspaper? If you win, you can serialize "The Rise of Dynasty"."

Yang Jinglun touched his nose, "Sir, you know how to joke, if only it was that simple." He looked at Le Jing and said seriously: "Sir, if you have a new series in the future, no matter what style it is, please be sure to consider our " "Literary Journal".

Different newspapers have different audience positioning and functional positioning, but making money as a commercial newspaper is their main purpose. The huge profits created by "The Rise of Dynasties" made Yang Jinglun couldn't help but be moved, so that's why he made this request.

Anyway, it was just a matter of consideration. The outcome of the consideration was another matter, so Lejing readily agreed.

The three of them got off the train at Tianjin Station, took another train to Nanjing Pukou, then took a boat across the Yangtze River from Nanjing Pukou, then hired a rickshaw to rush to Nanjing Railway Station, and took a train from Nanjing Railway Station to Shanghai.

Sounds complicated, right? Some people may ask, why not just take the train from Peiping to Shanghai?

The reason is simple.

Because there is no direct train from Peiping to Shanghai, Lejing and the others had to transfer several times to get to Shanghai. During the Republic of China, there were not many railways, but they were often not connected to each other.

From Beijing to Tianjin, it only takes thirty minutes by high-speed train, but Lejing and the others took more than six hours by train. Le Jing estimated that they would have to travel day and night, and it would take another day or two to reach Shanghai.

However, this is also a rare travel opportunity, so Le Jing specially asked for leave for Li Shuran, intending to take this opportunity to let her see the country.

…

Fu Kemao has been restless all morning.

Today is the day when the physical book of "The Rise of Dynasties" will be released. He sent his personal servant Zhang Shun out early in the morning to buy the book, but it has been all morning and the servant has not come back yet!

While shaking Erlang's legs, he began to think wildly. Did something happen to Zhang Shun? Or was the book lost by Zhang Shun and he didn't dare to come back?

"Pah!" Fu Fanlin slammed the newspaper roll on his leg: "Don't shake your legs! Are you a country bum?!"

Fu Kemao put down his legs without daring to say anything, and sat upright in his seat. He glanced at his father who was sitting on the chair, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: The old man is being serious again, and he might be more anxious than him, but he is better at acting.

Ever since the last time he found a newspaper clipping of his mysterious disappearance in his father's study, he knew that his father was just a prude! What decent person would steal his son’s hard-earned newspaper clippings? !

Time passed bit by bit while waiting anxiously, and the bright sun also hung directly in the sky. Just when Fu Kemao couldn't help but send someone out to see the situation, Zhang Shun finally came back.

He panted and wiped the sweat from his face, and said out of breath: "Master... I have visited several bookstores nearby, but there are no books..."

Fu Kemao stood up in shock and asked in disbelief: "Didn't I ask you to buy books early in the morning???"

Zhang Shun took a few breaths and said with a wry smile: "Master, some people brought their bedding to guard the door of the bookstore last night. When I went there, there was a long queue in front of the bookstore."

Fu Kemao was proud that his favorite book was so popular, but at the same time he was worried that his favorite book was too popular.

He couldn't help but cast his eyes on Fu Fanlin, "Dad, can you contact the publishing house and ask them to send us two books?"

Fu Fanlin glared at him, "You kid..."

Fu Kemao shrank his neck reflexively and said quickly: "I'm sorry, just treat me as nothing..."

"It's rare to come up with a reliable idea." Fu Fanlin stood up slowly, "I remember that at a banquet not long ago, I received a business card from the president of Peking Publishing House. His phone number should be on it... "

“啊啊啊老爹我真是爱死了你了！”傅柯茂兴奋地一把抱住了傅帆林用力亲了一口，然后就被傅帆林揍了。

"Speak politely! Don't follow the tricks of foreigners! Isn't it disgusting between the old men?!"

Fu Kemao covered his head and giggled, even though his father scolded him, he felt sweet in his heart. Unexpectedly, my father would be willing to use his favors for "Rise of Dynasty"! You must know that his father has taught him since he was a child that he would rather owe money than owe favors. But it’s not surprising at all when you think about the reason Dad made an exception for “Rise of Dynasties.”

The president of Peking Publishing House was naturally very efficient. In the evening, two hardcover editions of "The Rise of Dynasty" were delivered to Fu Zhai.

Fu Kemao happily took the book from Fu Fanlin's hand and felt relaxed and happy smelling the rich ink fragrance from the book.

And these two books are different from the books currently on the market!

The hardcover version of "The Rise of a Dynasty" is not only signed by the author, but also comes with an exquisite book cover and illustrations! When Fu Kemao was opening the book and admiring the illustrations with great interest, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ear.

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts!" Fu Kemao raised his head in surprise and aggrieved and looked at Fu Fanlin, who was holding his ear, "Dad! What are you doing?!"

Fu Fanlin snorted coldly and looked at him with squinted eyes: "Tell me honestly, how did you meet Mr. Lin Zhongqi?"

"Ah?" Fu Kemao looked at Fu Fanlin with a confused look on his face, almost wondering if he went out without his ears.

"I'm asking you a question, don't pretend to be stupid for me!" Fu Fanlin said angrily: "Fu Kemao, let me tell you, if you don't explain this matter clearly, we won't be finished!"

After a flurry of conversation, Fu Kemao finally figured out that the question actually came from the preface of "The Rise of a Dynasty".

Unlike Fu Kemao, Fu Fanlin, as an old-school cultural person, would naturally read the author's preface carefully to show respect, and then he saw a familiar name at this glance.

Lin Zhongqi said in the preface that he recently heard that a student from Luming Middle School not only established a street children rescue association, but also opened an orphanage to take in street children at his own expense. He felt that this child was so worried at such a young age. The country cares about the people and deserves praise and learning. At the end of the article, he lamented that China has such young heroes, so why worry about the country not being prosperous?

That's right, that student's name is Fu Kemao.

Fu Fanlin took a look at his son's stupid face, which looked like he had not woken up, but he couldn't see the young hero that Mr. Lin Zhongqi said. If China's young heroes all look like this, then China will end sooner or later.

After reading the preface, Fu Kemao looked in a daze, as if a concubine who had been in the cold palace for many years was suddenly flattered by the emperor.

Lin Zhongqi praised him!

Lin Zhongqi praised him as a young hero!

His reputation has become so loud that even Lin Zhongqi has heard of it!

He arrogantly slapped away the old man's big hands that were pinching his face: "Be polite to the young hero! After all, China's future depends on me!"

Fu Fanlin:? ? ?

"You are so brave!" A loud shout rang out from the sky above Fu's house: "If I don't beat you to death, I will take your last name!"

"Wow! Dad! We both have the same last name... Stop fighting. I was wrong..."

Le Jing, who was far away on the train, naturally didn't know about this little turmoil in Fu's house. At this time, he was on the train to Nanjing.

It was rare to travel far away, so Le Jing decided to take the opportunity to appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the Republic of China. At least he could not let the train ticket money go to waste. All the train ticket money for the three of them on this trip added up to 147 yuan, which is equivalent to the amount of money in future generations. The purchasing power is 10,000 to 20,000 yuan.

So Lejing deliberately slowed down his pace this time and hurried while playing, and the schedule was therefore lengthened several times. The group of them ate, drank and had fun in Nanjing for two or three days, and after tasting the salted duck, they boarded a ship across the Yangtze River. Their next stop was Nanjing Railway Station.

People were coming and going on the ship, and people from all walks of life gathered together. Li Shuran was a girl after all, so Le Jing bought her a single first-class ticket. Le Jing and Yang Jinglun, two grown men, were not so particular and stayed in a third-class cabin with eight people.

One of the men with eyes looked tall and thin, and he carried a large woven bag with him. Judging from the shape, it was filled with books.

Yang Jinglun couldn't help but sigh: "This brother is really eager to learn. Where are you going to study?"

"No, no, you misunderstood. I brought these books for others." The man smiled and waved his hand, opened the woven bag and let them take a look, "Looking at the accent, you are from Peiping, right? Then you must know "Dynasty" "The Rise"? These books were not only very popular in Peiping, but also many newspapers in Shanghai reprinted this article!"

"So after "The Rise of Dynasties" was published in Peking, many of my friends in Shanghai asked me to bring them a copy." The man was a little scared when he thought of the tens of thousands of people in Peiping asking for books that day: "Just these books, I went to several bookstores to get enough. Fortunately, I went to the bookstore before dawn and queued up to buy books. Otherwise, when I arrived in Shanghai, I would have been scolded by my friends who had no books! "

The young man is the human purchasing agent of the Republic of China.

The author has something to say:

Train tickets in the Republic of China were really expensive, super expensive. Only rich people could travel at that time...