1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 175: Painter for Children

Miyamoto and his son repeatedly provoked him. Chen Pangxie wanted to join hands with Ah Tan to win three thousand dollars from Miyamoto and his son and retire from the underworld.

Ah Tan refused to agree. He had already promised his father-in-law that he would never go back to the gambling den, retire from the underworld, and stay away from small-time scoundrels like Chen Pangxie.

"My hand was injured because of you. Without your cooperation, I would not be able to complete it alone."

"I have always taken care of you since you were little, sir."

"No more talking. Let's go with the old method. Guess the silver dollar. You win the head and I win the word."

"I know you have a silver dollar with words on both sides, so this time I won't guess the head, I'll guess the word!"

Chen Crab smiled, handed the silver dollar to Ah Tan, and left without looking back. Ah Tan turned over the silver dollar and saw human heads on both sides. He was stunned.

Chen Pangxie won three thousand oceans from the Miyamoto father and son. Miyamoto Taro was so angry that he kidnapped Miss Yulian. Chen Pangxie, who was about to leave Shanghai with Xiaoyun and return to his hometown in Suzhou, went to rescue her.

Miss Yulian had been raped and tortured beyond recognition by Taro Miyamoto. Chen Crab was furious and wanted to fight to the death with Taro Miyamoto, but was surrounded by samurai. His girlfriend Xiaoyun was also shot dead by Taro Miyamoto.

Miyamoto's father is a gambler, and he uses gambling to give Chen Crab a chance.

"There are three cups of the same wine on the table, two of which are poisoned and one is not. If you choose the cup of wine that is not poisoned, you can take Miss Yulian away."

Crab Chen chuckled and quickly turned the three wine glasses on the table, dizzying Miyamoto's father. He couldn't tell which glass was poisonous and which was not. He took the opportunity to pick up a glass and drank it all.

Miyamoto's father accepted the defeat and let them go, but Chen Crab was exhausted and bleeding from all his orifices. It turned out that he had taken poisoned wine.

There is only one of the "Twin Supremes" left. Ah Tan wants to avenge his brother and fights to the death with Miyamoto and his son in the big gambling den No. 181. In the crucial round, Ah Tan is shot by the "gangster" in the restroom.

"Yulian, you finish this last bet for me. My bottom card is very small, so don't look at it. Let the Miyamoto father and son follow suit."

Miss Yulian endured the pressure and put her entire fortune on the line to get Miyamoto and his son to take the bait and kill each other.

But she didn't expect that Ah Tan had deceived her. He had a big trick up his sleeve and just took advantage of Yu Lian's nervousness to lure Miyamoto and his son into being deceived.

In the hospital corridor, Miss Yulian heard the conversation between the shooting "gangster" and Ah Tan.

"Should you tell your fiancée about this?"

"I plan to keep it a secret from her forever."

Miss Yulian paused for a moment, tears streaming down her face, took off her engagement ring, and turned away.
Hiss.

Bian Huawei couldn't help but light a cigarette.

"Good work, good story!" He clapped his hands and woke up his son who had fallen asleep early. He looked at his watch and realized that it was already past four o'clock and his wife would soon be back from her night shift.

Alas, this story is both sad and refreshing, and refreshing and sad. After reading it, I feel an indescribable sense of loss in my heart.

"Women will never understand a man's world!"

He was melted by the brotherhood in the work and his blood was boiling.

This is called stabbing in one's ribs!
In the face of a life-and-death friendship, love must give way!
With a sense of unfulfilled desire, he quickly washed up and went to bed, closing his eyes. The story with the flavor of his gang seemed to still linger in front of him.

“It’s so well written!”

In the blink of an eye it’s dawn.

Jiang Xian simply washed up, borrowed the phone number of the Story Club guesthouse, and called Harvest.

He first stated his identity and then inquired about Li Xiaolin. Knowing that she was in the editorial department today, Jiang Xian asked her to meet him. Then he went out and asked people along the way to get there.

No. 675, Julu Road.

This is the courtyard of the Shanghai Writers Association, where stands a majestic old Western-style house.

Jiang Xian went up to the third floor. It was a sunny morning. He pushed the door open and saw an old man with white hair and a big belly sitting at a large desk with his back against the floor-to-ceiling steel window.

"you are?"

"Jiang Xian!" Li Xiaolin's voice was particularly loud.

She walked quickly to the door, pulled him in, and enthusiastically introduced him to several editors in the office: "This is Jiang Xian, the Jiang Xian who wrote "Lychee" for us!"

After everyone smiled and nodded in greeting, Li Xiaolin introduced the editors to Jiang Xian, especially emphasizing the white-haired old man, "This is Mr. Xiao Dai, the editor-in-chief of Harvest, who is responsible for the specific matters of Harvest."

"Hello, hello." Jiang Xian shook his hand enthusiastically. Xiao Dai smiled, "Your last article, "A Letter from a Strange Woman," was very well written. After reading it, I really hated Xiao Lin for not coming with you."

"You've said too much." Jiang Xian said politely.

The editorial department of "Harvest" is not big and has few people. There are only three or four senior editors who are still using brushes to write rejection letters to readers.

"illustration?"

After listening to Jiang Xian's request, Li Xiaolin's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "What a coincidence! An old painter will come to visit Dad in a few days. You will never guess who he is."

"He is a painter who is always a child!" Li Xiaolin described with a bright face. When she spoke, the whole editorial department could hear her voice. "His works spread all over the country. He has always been responsible for the illustrations of my father's novels."

Jiang Xian was so excited about this suspense.

"Mu Xin?"

"Tewei?"

"Yan Dingxian?"

After guessing several times, Li Xiaolin said no to each one.

As we all know, the best animation studio in China, Shanghai Animation Studio, is located in Shanghai, where many outstanding painters gather.

"How about this, do you have any manuscripts recently?" Li Xiaolin looked cunning and stared at Jiang Xian with a smile.

Good guy.

Jiang Xian shuddered.

He learned the art of editing from Li Xiaolin.

When commissioning articles, you must consider politics and methods!

"My last novel was just published, and I just have some simple inspiration in my head."

"say what?"

"It tells a story about leaving home to paint."

"No one's around?"

"not yet."

"Then it's a deal!"

Li Xiaolin said loudly: "Jiang Xian, write this manuscript for Harvest. I will ask him to do the illustration for you."

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Jiang Xian was still hesitating, but Xiao Dai was already holding the teacup and laughing, "Comrade Jiang Xian, if I were you, I would definitely not hesitate. That guy is really famous all over the country."

An old editor who was about fifty years old also looked nostalgic.

"Come to think of it, I grew up watching that old gentleman's works."

"If you want to ask him for help, you have to prepare a few bottles of good wine."

The old editors all had something to say.

"Okay, Sister Xiaolin, I'll make an appointment with Harvest." Jiang Xian was completely persuaded by these old men.

No wonder there are only a few editors, all of them are elites in commissioning articles.

"Just agree to it." Li Xiaolin smiled heartily.

"You think I took advantage of you?"

"wrong!"

"You'll understand when you see it. You've taken advantage of Harvest!"

(End of this chapter)