Old man Xuan gave Yang Dongxu another slap in the face: "Don't think that I'm old. I don't know about Dongzi's affairs? And your godfather also told me about your affairs at home. Although you are precocious and smarter than others, Open your mind first, but if you don’t follow the right path, it will be a disaster sooner or later?”
"Why am I a disaster? Did I pay someone to repair the rotten stone slabs in the alley over Wangfujing without asking the neighbors for a penny? In the hotel, Dongzi, even we have already built them "The courtyard house, is it what I said about recruiting more educated youths who have returned without jobs to give people a bite of food..." Old man Xuan commented that it was a grievance for Yang Dongxu.
"Isn't it because you want to make more money and gain a good reputation among the neighbors?" Old Man Xuan raised his hand and slapped him again.
have to! Yang Dongxu was too lazy to speak when he encountered such an unreasonable person. Didn't any of those who built bridges and paved roads in the past do this for the sake of good reputation? Where can there be so much love for no reason in this world? I'm not your father, why should I teach you to be smart and support you? Being able to give someone a meal is already a kind act, okay...
After soaking the medicine, old man Xuan asked Yang Dongxu to apply the snake shape again, saying that it would activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis so that the medicine soaked into the body could be better absorbed. But no matter how Yang Dongxu looked at it, it seemed like Old Man Xuan wanted to squeeze him dry and prevent him from running around.
But he really didn't want to trick anyone or take revenge on anyone. Even Dongzi advised him to forget about this matter and not make trouble again. Who did he provoke?
His arms were so sore and trembling that he couldn't hold the vegetables at all. Yang Dongxu simply threw the chopsticks aside and gnawed on the fried dough sticks and steamed buns. From time to time, he also stuffed some side dishes into his mouth to help with the meal.
Yang Dongxu finally took a breath after eating two more big meat buns than usual, and then lay lazily on the rocking chair under the shade of the tree, not wanting to move at all.
Old man Xuan went to the courtyard to supervise the work, Zhou Yiren went to work, and Zhou Ya was busy with the restaurant, so Yang Dongxu was the only one left in the courtyard. He lay in the rocking chair and fell asleep soon after. Someone seemed to be shaking him, and Yang Dongxu opened his sleepy eyes.
"Boss Yang has been squandering money recently." Hao Yifan's chubby face caught Yang Dongxu's eyes.
"Boss Hao, what do you want from me?" Yang Dongxu yawned and stretched at the same time. The bones in his body were crackling with indescribable relief.
"About the songs, you have some good songs, and someone wants to sell a few more." Hao Yifan sat on the stone bench next to him a little uncomfortable, his fat body twisting and turning.
"How much did the previous three songs cost?"
"It's worth 30,000 yuan. The song "My Chinese Heart" was picked up by the Youth Federation, and they sold it directly for 20,000 yuan. The remaining two songs were picked up by a singer from Taiwan. I also bought a song from the Youth Federation, but the price is five thousand." Hao Yifan stretched out his fat finger to make an OK gesture, and the big gold ring on his little finger flashed.
"Thirty thousand?" Yang Dongxu nodded: "Not bad, when will you go back?"
"It's just from the past few days." Hao Yifan said.
"You stay for four or five days...five days, come back after five days." Yang Dongxu said.
Hao Yifan nodded and the two chatted for a while before he left. After Hao Yifan left, Yang Dongxu returned to the room with several tapes and a stack of newspapers on the stone table.
The tape was a new song that had recently been released in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Hao Yifan brought it to Yang Dongxu at his request. The newspapers were not the domestic newspapers that Zhou Yiren left him, but newspapers from Hong Kong and Taiwan.
This is not a good thing, because the newspapers in these two places tend to report on mainland affairs with a bit of pornographic content. Therefore, these newspapers were prohibited from being brought into the mainland, so Hao Yifan did some packaging.
While listening to the tape, I read the newspaper again. After finding that there was nothing of interest to him, Yang Dongxu threw the newspaper into the kitchen. Since it was a trouble, he naturally burned it while cooking.
Zhou Yiren also turned a blind eye to this matter and pretended not to have seen it. Sometimes if he saw some useful content, Yang Dongxu would stay and let Zhou Yiren read it before burning the newspaper. After all, newspapers in Hong Kong and Taiwan are closer to the international environment than the mainland's controls. It would be good for Zhou Yiren to have some understanding of the larger environment.
Yang Dongxu spent most of the four or five days in the courtyard without going out. Even if he went out, he would go to the Yang Family Banquet for lunch or dinner before coming back.
On the fifth day, Yang Dongxu not only gave Hao Yifan a piece of Li Zongsheng's "That Night I Drunk" and Pan Yueyun's "Am I Your Favorite Person", but also gave him a large stack of manuscript paper.
Naturally, the manuscript paper is not a song, but the comic "Dragon Ball". At this time, Akira Toriyama is still serializing his own comic "Arale", so Yang Dongxu is preparing to release "Dragon Ball" in advance.
He had no channels at RB, so he could only give it to Hao Yifan and ask him to mail the comic manuscript paper to RB's comic club. This stack of manuscript paper is three points in total, and the content can be serialized for three issues according to the current layout of RB comics.
Yang Dongxu has no doubt that "Dragon Ball" will be a big hit, and the future world has proven this. However, since it is being released in advance, there is no guarantee whether any comic book publisher will be interested in Yang Dongxu, so I plan to cast a net for several more comic book companies to focus on catching fish.
"This shouldn't be easy. You should write more songs." Hao Yifan lost interest when he saw that it was a comic book. If the song could be sold at a high price due to its previous reputation, he really didn't understand the comic at all.
"You can ask RB if there are any big comics clubs or weekly comics companies, and then submit the manuscript. Songs are not that easy to write." Yang Dongxu waved his hands and easily imitated Hao Yifan's speech. .
"Okay, okay, you have the final say on your things."
Although the two songs are a bit short, Hao Yifan also knows in his heart that he can't just make a lot of songs by making clothes, so although the two songs are a bit short, he is still satisfied. I'm just a little unhappy that Yang Dongxu doesn't write songs and makes unreliable comics, but Yang Dongxu obviously won't listen to him when doing things, so that's all he can do.
In the days that followed, Yang Dongxu wrote songs from time to time, and mostly drew comics. And the dialogue in the manga is all in Japanese.
As for why Yang Dongxu knows Japanese? Of course, the island country before rebirth... uh, no... it's because I read too many comics and anime.
After all, some translations are always so imperfect, and more action movies have not yet been translated. It’s the most enjoyable thing to watch the pictures and add the sounds, isn’t it? So Yang Dongxu worked hard on Japanese. At first, it was just in case there was a chance to go to RB to be the leading actor or something. Wouldn't it be convenient to know Japanese? I didn’t expect it to be used in comics now…
Writing songs, drawing comics, and going to the courtyard house or Wu Aibing's shop from time to time, Yang Dongxu's life back in Yanjing was considered fulfilling.
It was the need to practice martial arts every morning that made him suffer very much. After all, now he no longer had to pose in familiar body shapes, but had to box. The soreness of the big joints after practicing the snake shape every time was simply indescribable.
This is the result of Yang Dongxu stretching his muscles before and soaking in medicinal herbs for more than half a year. According to Old Man Xuan, if you practice this as soon as you come up, your joints will not be able to withstand this kind of force, and it may cause habitual dislocation and leave some hidden problems.
However, Yang Dongxu got used to it as he practiced, and after a week he had a sense of energy, although this sense of energy is not like the internal force in martial arts novels, which can produce special effects such as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
However, it can still be done by using it on your hands to make your attack more powerful. Now Yang Dongxu has basically no problem challenging an eleven or twelve-year-old kid who is taller and stronger than him. He has already beaten several of them to tears.
As for when he could practice breaking bricks with one hand without breaking his delicate little palm, Yang Dongxu didn't dare to ask Old Man Xuan, so he could only test it himself when he had nothing to do. After several times his palms became swollen like steamed buns, Yang Dongxu ended this boring experiment and waited until he practiced for a few more months.
When school was about to start, Yang Dongxu liberated himself and no longer recalled songs or drew cartoons. Get ready to have fun for a few days and then start dealing with the boring school days.
First of all, of course, I went to find Wu Xue and Da Pang to hang out with. I haven’t seen each other for a long time and I missed it. Especially Wu Xue, this little loli, is becoming more and more lively. Her big eyes and long eyelashes are blinking like It's like talking.
Although Yang Dongxu doesn't have any weird uncle hobbies, walking around hand in hand with such a little lolita and being sweetly called Brother Xu makes him feel more happy, doesn't it?
The continuous relaxation and encouragement of the economy has led to the emergence of many snack sellers in the streets and alleys. This undoubtedly satisfies the requirements of Yang Dongxu, a foodie, who does not have to grind his teeth on the same kinds of food as candy men and sesame cakes, especially popsicles that are not available in rural areas. , is not a rare thing in Yanjing, and this summer has been even more enjoyable.
Holding Wu Xue's little hand, accompanied by a fat man who was half a head taller than him, the three of them each held a popsicle in their hands, making many children in the alley drool with envy.
After a short walk, Yang Dongxu came to Wu Aibing's shop. This shop was not very far from the Yang Family Banquet at the intersection of Wangfujing. It was only a few steps away.
"How is business these days?" Yang Dongxu asked as he watched the fat man reluctantly hand the popsicle in his other hand to Wu Aibing.
It is already noon, everyone is cooking lunch at home, or going to work. There are no people on the street, and naturally there is no one in the store.
The entire store covers an area of about sixty square meters, with a tape recorder on one side of the shelf and tapes on the other side. At this time, a tape recorder was plugged in and playing songs.
"I sold two tape recorders in one week, and I sold a lot of tapes, but I haven't counted them yet. There should be more than a hundred."
From the initial worry about not being able to sell, to now selling two tape recorders and more than a hundred tapes a week, Wu Aibing is undoubtedly very satisfied with this performance.
After all, this is different from assembling bicycles. This job doesn't involve much effort at all. It just sits in the shop and watches and entertains customers. It earns hundreds of dollars a week. Anyone would be grinning all day long, but it can still be done. See the smile with the back teeth.
