Everyone Knows I’m a Good Man

Not only old doctors think so, but also many people who have read "Memoirs of a Cultivation of Immortality" think so. In the past, when they saw the serialized manuscripts, they would always cut off the most exciting parts like this. At that time, they would just let it go if they cursed twice, but it was not like It's like this now. After I put down the newspaper, I was scratching my head and wanted to read it.

The key point is that even if you want to read it, you can't. The Rou'an Daily has always been such a pisser. What's more, even if the newspaper is willing to let go, it can't fit so many articles in the newspaper.

For those who are relatively calm, the worst they can do is hold the newspaper and read it a few more times. Especially the parts that are enjoyable to read must be carefully recalled.

After all, Ji Changze is here to make money, and if he wants to quickly enter the market, he naturally has to write as exciting as possible. People say three chapters are a small point, and twenty chapters are a big point. Ji Changze is amazing. He has three small happy points in one chapter and one big happy point at the end.

There are really not many novels nowadays that are specifically aimed at being happy. Even if they are happy, they will only be happy later after the protagonist has developed. Most of the other novels are somewhat realistic, and occasionally they use novels to criticize certain things. The author of something.

Ji Changze admires these authors very much. When he studied the novel system of the Republic of China these days, he read it every day. In fact, most authors wrote things not just to make money, but to express their true feelings, or to use pens to satirize. Something, or maybe I hope to use the articles I write to expose the illusion of peace today.

However, the things published in newspapers now cannot be too blatant. Otherwise, newspapers cannot bear the responsibility and will never publish them, so they can only write implicitly.

The sad thing is that most people who buy newspapers cannot see the implicit expression of the author. After all, most people nowadays are illiterate, and most of the literate people only know a word, so this results in 90% of the Some people can't see it, and 10% of those who can see it remain silent.

Ji Changze could see it, so he admired these authors even more for their willingness to stand up in this situation. After all, the article was published directly in the newspaper for the public to see. If it was discovered, it would definitely be a target.

He took out his backup list of vests and picked out a vest, planning to use this vest if he published similar articles in the future.

When submitting articles, I look for newspapers that have people behind them. As long as they get in, even if something goes wrong, the newspaper will not be implicated. If something goes wrong, no one will know who they are as soon as they lose their vest.

When he makes enough money and stabilizes the situation at home, he can then feel free to go on a big adventure.

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became. Ji Changze put away his hundred or so vests and continued to write.

He is lazy and plans to write a month's worth of manuscripts in one go, and then do something else this month.

Liu Qingru had no idea that his junior brother was a tentacle monster. Even though he was excitedly listening to people saying that Rou'an Daily was going to sell out like crazy, many people couldn't wait for the newsboy to come to the newspaper office to buy newspapers, and they didn't even think about urging Ji Changze to update.

Someone at the bottom said: "Many people came to our newspaper office and asked if they could put more of "Memoirs of a Cultivation of Immortality" in it. It just wasn't enough. They also said that if we were willing to put more of it, they would definitely buy our Rou'an Daily every day."

Liu Qingru was very stable: "Since they have said such things, even if we don't publish more, they will definitely still buy our newspapers."

"But I saw that they were pressing hard and said they were willing to pay extra to buy it, but the bottom was blocked."

"It's not enough to rush them. If we feed them in one go now, will they still buy newspapers in the future?" Liu Qingru, the old god, was there and continued: "Besides, Shenze has something going on at home, so how can he spare the time to write a manuscript? Just the same, little by little.”

"Then what if these people come upstairs? They heard that Shen Ze submitted his manuscript directly to you, but they keep making noises to find you."

Liu Qingru lay back leisurely and took a sip of tea: "Just say I'm not here. If they still press, just say I went to Shenze's house to press for the manuscript."

As soon as these words came out, although everyone was dubious, they were a little calmer than before.

It's embarrassing to say that they are no longer children after all, and now they are making such a fuss over a novel. But this novel looks really strange, isn't it just a novel? How could they look at it and make their blood boil with excitement?

Someone came out of the newspaper office and met an acquaintance. The acquaintance didn't read novels, and he was very puzzled by them making such a fuss. Now that he saw someone he knew, he felt a bit of ridicule in his confusion.

"Why are you making such a fuss? How old are you? Why are you still acting like a child? You are not afraid of others seeing you laughing."

The man: "..."

He held the newspaper in his hand, rolled his eyes, and took the idea into consideration. He chuckled and leaned over and handed the newspaper in his hand to the acquaintance: "You will know after you take a look."

"Let me see? What should I see?"

The acquaintance didn't take it seriously, but he couldn't help but brush the other person's face, so he took it over and said while looking at it: "I never like to look at these things. If you show me, I can't see anything." "

"You'll know just by looking at it." The man encouraged, looking at the acquaintance's hand holding the newspaper with distress, and said with heartache; "Be careful when you take the newspaper, I have to take it back and keep it."

"It's just a newspaper. Look at you like this. If you damage it, I'll just pay you a copy."

After the acquaintance finished laughing at him, he lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper. As he read, the indifferent attitude on his face gradually disappeared and gradually sunk in.

After watching it, he felt so refreshed that he couldn't wait to watch it again.

The person waiting next to him saw that he had been standing there for a long time without saying a word and asked, "You haven't finished reading yet?"

"I'll look at it again."

The man immediately gave up and grabbed the newspaper to protect it: "If you want to see it, buy it yourself. I haven't decided yet."

The man thought the same thing. There is a newspaper office in front of him. Isn't it easy to buy a newspaper?

He squeezed in, finally pushed his way to the front and said he wanted to buy a newspaper, but someone said, "I'm sorry, sir, today's newspapers have been sold out."

Sold out? ! !

Why do you say it's sold out? !

How long has passed! In the past, even if you came to buy a newspaper at dusk, it would definitely cost a lot.

This person is not the only one who has such doubts.

Nowadays, reading novels is not accepted by the elders. Except for those famous authors, other novels are considered by the elders to be inferior to studying hard.

Therefore, it often happens that the elders reprimand the younger ones for wasting time by reading such things, and the younger ones are not convinced and bring the newspapers to the elders, or read them to the elders.

And if they were reading outdoors, more people would hear it.

Coupled with the word-of-mouth spread, you benefit me and I benefit you, and the newspaper office was immediately crowded.

Some people left disappointed after hearing that the newspaper office said it was sold out. Before the people at the newspaper office could breathe a sigh of relief, another group of people who wanted to buy newspapers arrived, and they almost became repeaters.

"Sorry sir, the paper is sold out."

"I'm so sorry."

"Sorry sir, there are no newspapers."

The people who received them were exhausted, but the whole newspaper office was so happy that they wanted to go to heaven.

Everyone knows that these people who cannot buy newspapers today will become the main buyers tomorrow. Now that they have increased the number of newspapers tomorrow, you can imagine how much more money the newspaper society will make.

Everyone looked at Liu Qingru with admiration: "Where did you find this Shenze? Our newspaper office has not been so lively for a long time."

Liu Qingru was happier than them, but he did not forget to take the opportunity to benefit his junior brother: "Don't worry about where I dug it out from. Now that Shenze alone has made our newspaper sell in excess of demand, do we have to pay him the royalties?" More than before? It wouldn’t be appropriate if it were the same as others.”

The boss of Rou'an Daily is money-oriented. He relies on his father, who has some power behind him, to run the newspaper. It is precisely because his father is so outstanding that the boss always wants to run the newspaper well and impress his father. Let others know that the tiger father has no dog son.

Before, the newspaper had been tepid, not profitable but not very popular either. He was dissatisfied. Now that Shenze had made the supply of their newspapers exceed demand, he was happy and said to Liu Qingru: " You and Shen Ze should discuss the terms carefully and be more generous."

Liu Qingru knew their boss well, and when he said he was generous, he meant he was truly generous.

He was overjoyed. No one knew better than him how profitable writing manuscripts were. The boss was also generous, so I'm afraid the teacher's family would no longer be worried about being short of money.

When this novel is finished, I will print it as a whole book and sell it. I am afraid I will make more money.

He happily prepared to go to his teacher's house to tell them the good news, but when he looked down from the window, he saw that it was still densely packed with people. He had no choice but to wait until dark and the people dispersed before leaving.

While Liu Qingru was waiting to find Ji Changze, the discussion in the city about "Memoirs of a Cultivation of Immortality" was still going on.

In one school, a student bought a newspaper. After reading it, he generously circulated it to everyone. The teacher hadn't come yet, so everyone was chatting enthusiastically.

"Do you think this is Mr. Shenze's true memory?"

"No way, isn't it written in the first line? The content is purely fabricated. Shouldn't we take it seriously?"

"But this is too real. Look, it says that he once encountered a fire when he was a child, and the sky was red. However, the local newspaper did not report it at all, as if this incident did not exist. , many people don’t even know about it. The area he mentioned was where my second uncle was doing business at the time. I remember he told me that there was a fire there, but many people don’t know that unless they are careful. Ze is a local, otherwise how could he know about this.”

Someone raised a different opinion: "If you say that, then didn't Shenze also write clearly about the hail in the original county?"

Someone suddenly asked: "Could it be that... this is really a memoir of cultivating immortals. These things have been experienced by Shenze. He is really a cultivator of immortals. Otherwise, how could he know so much? Look, Foundation Establishment , consecration, fusion, heartbeat, golden elixir, Yuanying... there are many more. If he wasn't a cultivator, could these be made up by Shenze himself? "

It's also a credit to Ji Changze that he didn't know what they were thinking. If he knew, he would laugh out loud.

Didn't he just write in the direction of "Although I say this is false, you will feel it is true when you look at it"?

No matter what age it is, most people long for immortality.

Even if Ji Changze's writing is only eight points good, after they figure out "this is a memoir written by a cultivator of immortality", the eight points will become ten points.

One pass to ten and one hundred to ten.

It’s no wonder this novel isn’t popular.

If someone comes to Ji Changze directly, he can put on an innocent face and say: "Hey, are you serious? How could it be? Didn't I write a letter at the beginning saying whether it was fiction or not?"

Quite perfect!

When it got dark, Liu Qingru knocked on the door.

It was Ji Changze who opened the door. Liu Qingru now looked at Ji Changze as if he were looking at a golden egg.

Before he could speak, an affectionate smile appeared on his face.

"Nagaze, have you gone out today? You don't know that your novel is popular!"

Ji Changze nodded calmly. Instead of being happy that his novel became popular, he thanked Liu Qingru first: "I also want to thank you, senior brother. If it weren't for senior brother, it would be difficult for me to publish it even if I wrote it."

Liu Qingru sighed when he saw his expression of "I had expected that everything would be under my control".

After all, I still underestimated this junior brother before. Think about it, these students who were taught by the teacher should not be said to be among the best. After all, they all have successful careers. How can the teacher's son be any worse?

Because of Ji Changze's calmness, Liu Qingru didn't want his junior brother to think that he was making a fuss, so he tried to calm down and said with a smile: "The big boss of our newspaper knew about this and asked me to negotiate the price with you. He I mean, I want you to stay in our newspaper.”

After saying that, Liu Qingru patted his bag, looked around and saw no one outside, and then said mysteriously: "I brought all the real money and silver."

"Don't worry, I am your senior brother. If you have any requests, just tell me. I will go to the big boss again. Senior brother tells you that as long as the request is not too excessive, the big boss will definitely agree."

Ji Changze smiled: "I used to just play around, how could I understand this? I submitted articles because I knew in my heart that my senior brother is taking care of our family. I regard my senior brother as my elder brother. I only dared to know that you would not let me suffer." In this case, I don’t know what to do if we communicate with the newspaper, why don’t we talk to my father?”

These words made Liu Qingru feel warm in his heart.

Although he didn't expect any reward for helping the teacher and his family, he was happy to hear his junior brother's affirmation and gratitude in person!

Doing good deeds is based on voluntariness and concern for the teacher, but this does not mean that he does not want to hear people praise him for being filial to the teacher and taking care of his juniors. He is happy to do good deeds in obscurity. Knowing that others are watching what he does, he also feels that he is doing good things in his heart. Okay, that would be even more enjoyable.

Liu Qingru felt herself drifting off, and said cheerfully: "Okay, I'll go talk to the teacher."

The teacher is a veteran, so Nagasawa cannot be disadvantaged.

He has not forgotten Ji Changze's indifferent look before. It is conceivable that the teacher, who has seen a lot of the world, will be the same. As a student of the teacher, how can he look like he has never seen the world.

So when he entered, Liu Qingru deliberately controlled the expression on his face to appear calm, making sure that the teacher would not think that he was impetuous and would get carried away by trivial matters before walking in.

Ji's father was still sitting on the bed, but this time he was reading a book. He was surprised to see the students coming.

Haven't you just been here? Why are you here again?

The expression on his face was normal, it didn't look like something big happened. By the way, he must have wanted to give them money by taking advantage of his eldest son's writing of the manuscript.

Ji's father estimated that this was the case. While he was pleased with the students' filial piety, he also thought that it would be okay if he refused for a while. Others didn't know about Nagasawa, so didn't he know?

What's more, the situation at home is not that serious. It's just that his illness is a little more troublesome. He is no longer in his 80s. When he gets better, he can still do a lot.

Father Ji sat quietly, waiting for the student to finish speaking and refuse.

Liu Qingru sat on the bedside and said as expected: "Teacher, I have sent out Nagasawa's manuscript and it is very popular."

Hey, I don’t even know how to make up lies. How can I be popular at Nagasawa’s level?

Liu Qingru: "Our big boss specifically asked me to keep Nagasawa. No, he gave me a lot of money just to let me win over Nagasawa and only let him publish articles in our newspaper."

Look, look, what he said, he brought money and made up a big boss. This kid really thought he was sick and confused.

Although Liu Qingru had known for a long time that the teacher was calm and expected everything, he did not expect that the teacher would remain unmoved when he told such two pieces of good news. There was even a hint of "I knew it" in his eyes.

He was immediately in awe.

The teacher deserves to be a teacher.

As a student, he couldn't be too impetuous and let the teacher think that he was not steady at all.

Thinking about it, Liu Qingru coughed dryly and started pouring silver dollars from his bag. The silver dollars fell onto the bed with a clatter, almost blinding Ji's father.

Ji's father had thought before that the students would definitely support them out of their own pockets, but he never expected that Qingru would actually get so many silver coins.

Where did he get so much money? !

Ji's father was not the kind of person who sucked students' blood. He immediately frowned and straightened up and waved his hands: "No, I don't want it."

Liu Qingru immediately gave Ji's father an "I understand" look: "Teacher, I understand what you mean. These silver coins are really too little for Nagasawa's ability. Don't worry, our big boss is very rich. These silver coins are just I told him who bought those manuscripts that if Nagasawa’s next book is still as good as it is, we will calculate it according to the share, and then the money will be even more.”

Ji’s father: “???”

Why do you think this means that this money was really not given by Liu Qingru? ?

Nagasawa earned it? ? No way, does that kid have this ability?

Liu Qingru continued: "Teacher, you don't know. Today, there are a lot of people in our newspaper office, clamoring to read the content behind Nagasawa's novel. I also said before that Nagasawa doesn't like reading, he just likes to play around. You No matter what, you knew he had this ability. But think about it, Nagasawa was young and didn't have to take care of the family business, so you naturally didn't want to restrain him. Now that you are sick, Nagasawa can't do it. Did you stand up all of a sudden?"

Father Ji: ...Is that so? ?

He paused for a while and then said, "Show me Nagasawa's manuscript."

"Teacher, how did you know that I brought a newspaper? You are so awesome. I don't think I will be able to learn like you in my lifetime."

Ji’s father: “…”

He asked Liu Qingru to bring over the manuscript written by Ji Changze...

Liu Qingru took out the newspaper from his arms that he had planned to go home and review several times and handed it to Ji's father. Ji's father glanced at the student, took the newspaper and read on.

This is remarkable.

He knew that Nagasawa was writing a manuscript before, but from the bottom of his heart he didn't think his son could write any good manuscripts. However, he was very happy that Nagasawa was motivated, so he didn't say anything.

As a result, he was confused when he saw the manuscript.

Was this written by my son? ?

My eldest son who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, doesn't care about anything, does anything he can't do, and is always trying to take the first place? ?

He had never written an article before, but when he did, it turned out to be so beautiful? ?

Ji's father was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he was doing.

My son is a genius! !

Fortunately, he was used to keeping his emotions and anger a secret, so he didn't lose his character as a steady teacher. Liu Qingru next to him made another sincere rainbow fart: "Teacher, why are you not in a hurry and still playing with bricks?" It turns out that you know Nagasawa’s ability and know that even if you are sick, Nagasawa will be there.”

Ji’s father: “…”

No, he played with bricks because he was anxious to exercise and get up early to support the family.

And it wasn't just playing with bricks. The foreign book Nagasawa read said that he did it because it could quickly restore his physical strength.

Liu Qingru continued to brag.

I said that when I praised Nagasawa, I thought you would be very happy, but I didn't expect you to be so calm. I guessed at that time that you must have already planned to know your son better than your father.

I'm afraid that even the sensation caused by this manuscript after it was published, and the enthusiastic love of everyone, Teacher, you also expected it, otherwise you wouldn't have been so calm when I said it.

You have also expected the importance of the big boss. Yes, I still remember the calm look on your face when you listened to me just now.

Father Ji, who had just decided that the student was lying to him so that he could help his family: "..."

He turned around and saw that the admiration and admiration in the students' eyes almost burst out.

He looked down at the newspaper in his hand again.

Why does it feel so like a dream?

Ji's father has taught students, so he can naturally tell that although Ji Changze's manuscripts are not gorgeous in rhetoric, and even have a bit of vernacular meaning, it is definitely a shortcoming in an article, but it is definitely an advantage in a novel.

Could it be that he really underestimated his eldest son before?

Is it true that Nagasawa used to be able to play around just because he was a father at home, but now that something happened at home, he immediately stood up?

Could it be that Nagasawa's talent really lies in writing novels? He didn't write before because his family was not short of money, but now when it's time for him to shine, his talent and skills come out?

It seems nonsense, but if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

Liu Qingru next to him was still bragging that the teacher was worthy of being a teacher. Father Ji was really embarrassed to say that he had actually been distracted before, so he coughed dryly and returned the newspaper.

Sitting upright, with a calm face, there was a hermit demeanor in his tone:

"It's good to know. You should learn more from me."