My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 190 Spicy Maru!

As always, the Huazhou literary and art circles were in tatters, and Zheng Xiuyuan was patching them up.

He comforted his colleagues who were frightened by Ma Fulong, made a plan, dug out the old plays and dances related to the butterfly legend from the archives, ordered the stages and theaters to rehearse them again, and also dug out several vernacular novels that followed the trend, reprinted them, and distributed them for free.

As for arranging opinion leaders and fan leaders to set the pace, how to divide the people below into two factions and quarrel with each other, where the arguments are, where the conflicts are, and how to smoothly introduce the matter of Miss Ma, these are left to the professionals below to execute.

What bosses like Zheng Xiuyuan have to do is transfer money.

Because they were not the only ones who felt hesitant and fearful. Anyone with a little common sense knew how risky it was to name and address the nobles of the six major sects.

Many fan leaders and opinion leaders who usually work well with us are now feeling hesitant.

The little fans are not afraid of death, but they are extremely afraid of it.

In response, Zheng Xiuyuan and others had no choice but to promise huge profits and use threats to coerce them.

News was constantly being released and distributed, money was being spent like water, but the atmosphere in the Qu Shi Wen Hui's guild hall was gloomy and sad. The merchants always felt uneasy and had already regretted it in their hearts.

Some people lamented, "If I had known this would happen, I would have voted for Li Bailong."

This statement resonated with people.

Now that Ma Fulun is going to use the flesh and blood of everyone to paste the walls, the bosses begin to miss Director Li who only removed the roofs.

Zheng Xiuyuan frowned and said, "Don't say such things."

The person who spoke was Old Wu, who was nearly strangled to death by Ma Fulong before. Now that there were no Cao Gang members around, he became angry: "I don't have a good son who joined the Cao Gang, so I won't protect him in everything. I was almost strangled to death before. Why can't I even say a word of complaint?"

Zheng Xiuyuan stood up and said coldly, "What? Didn't you take the money? Didn't you stand for the team? Didn't you rebel against Li Bailong? Now you want to vote, will they want you? Will Yunhuatang let you go?"

A series of problems made Old Wu lose his enthusiasm and made the eager businessmen sigh in silence.

Zheng Xiuyuan slowed down his tone and said, "Now that things have come to this, we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate."

Old Wu no longer had the energy to argue, and asked in a daze: "How could it become like this?"

Everything was fine.

Tongwen Bureau, Li Bailong, Cao Gang, Ma Fulun... In the blink of an eye, everything changed.

He was eating and drinking well and listening to opera when suddenly Li Bailong overturned the table. Then, as luck would have it, he became a guest of honor of a noble of the Cao Gang, and in the blink of an eye, he was ordered to do such a deadly thing.

Zheng Xiuyuan also choked up for a moment.

"Our profession may sound glamorous, but it turns out to be nothing more than a chamber pot and toilet for the nobles. We can put whatever we want in it and use it however we want. We have to keep everything we are given and hold it firmly, so as not to spill it and annoy the gentlemen..."

"Hold this stench firmly and pour it out to the peasants. They rely on this to make a living."

Amidst mixed emotions, President Zheng suddenly remembered what Ye Cha said.

On that day, the other party openly rejected Ma Fulun's recruitment.

He said: "Compared with the hall master, although the governor has a different stance and ruthless means, he has always looked at our business with a straight face."

Old Ye, that’s right.

The situation is gloomy, but there is no way to retreat. The businessmen can only grit their teeth and go all the way.

Zheng Xiuyuan tried his best to prevaricate, and used threats and inducements, racking his brains to organize a new public opinion offensive. He felt a little relieved and calmed that night, and prayed to God, hoping that everything would go well.

When they woke up the next day, the managers reported that the plan had been gradually implemented. In a few days, public opinion would ferment fully and would surely form a wave, gathering boundless malice to complete Ma Fulun's order.

This is what is called "doing the best you can".

As for whether the result that Master Ma wants can be achieved...only God knows.

He sighed, and then heard the butler report that Li Bailong seemed to be moving.

Early this morning, Tongwen Bureau began to push an article everywhere.

"After three days in Huazhou, Uncle Seventh Master cured my mental exhaustion."

The article was printed on the front page headlines of all major newspapers, the pinned post of the announcement, and the separately bound booklet. The ink was still fresh, obviously having been typeset and printed overnight.

The writing style of this article title is different from the Huazhou style, but it looks so familiar...

"It must be Li Bailong!"

He looked at the author column.

It says "Mo Feng, from Lin County, Jiangbei, a disciple of Baihua Valley, King Zhao Zhengjun, writer, champion, cloud rider, warrior, professional poet, fashion designer, senior swordsman, amateur bureaucrat..."

There are dozens of names below, which are dazzling and dizzying.

At this moment, Zheng Xiuyuan subconsciously thought: "If any of my authors dare to use this method to make up the word count and cheat for the remuneration, I will tie him to a rock and sink him into the Yun River!"

Thinking of this, he felt vaguely uneasy.

Although he didn't know what Li Bailong was thinking, he had to pay close attention to any movements of the dog official... So President Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the text.

"It has been nearly two months since I last saw my Seventh Uncle. What I cannot forget the most is her kindness."

"Some time ago, King Zhao recruited me to be an official, but he said that I was too soft-tempered. If I was transferred to the central government, I would not anger the ministers. I should be a small official in the local area first. So I came to Huazhou and became the fourth-rank governor."

Seeing this, Lao Zheng's eyes twitched.

"Although my local colleagues and the bosses of the Qushiwen Club are all worthless, there are also many who are entangled and ignorant of life and death. They often provoke, contradict and humiliate me. However, I am constrained by my weak and vulnerable character. I am humiliated and despised by them all day long, and I feel very depressed."

Chairman Zheng...has no expression on his face.

"Thinking about how Fenglin Huoshan also offended me, but I was helpless against them, the Cao Gang therefore thought I was weak and could be bullied, and they also came to provoke me. They targeted me so much, but I couldn't kill them all. Feeling grateful for how weak I was, I couldn't help but shed tears..."

Good guy.

Zheng Xiuyuan was silent - whether we are vulnerable small fish is another matter, but there must be someone who is entangled and does not know whether he lives or dies.

"I fell into a serious mental breakdown because of this, and I was self-doubting and crying all day long."

"It was at this time that Uncle Seventh came into my life like a little angel..."

When Zheng Xiuyuan saw this, he felt even more uneasy.

"Seventh Uncle always covered her face with a veil, so I didn't know how beautiful she was. Later, I no longer cared about it, because anyone who knew Seventh Uncle's character would no longer pay attention to her appearance. The first time I saw her was about five or six years ago in the afternoon. The head uncle and the third uncle accompanied her to sit under the shade of the flower vines on the porch of Zhihua Hall. She looked like a beautiful painting..."

Under Mo Feng's brushstrokes, his Seventh Uncle is dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a graceful demeanor like a fairy, elegant and quiet manners, and dignified demeanor, which makes people fall in love with him at first sight.

Zheng Xiuyuan thought to himself, "He must have been born into a noble family to have such a noble aura." Seeing that the main text of the dog official was getting serious and revealed the extremely delicate writing skills of a best-selling author for women, he immersed himself in the reading, read the hidden meaning, and continued to read down.

"But under this heavenly figure with pear blossoms and the moon, those bright eyes that should have been full of brilliance were too quiet, which was totally different from her temperament and demeanor."

"I still remember the look I saw when I first met you. Those eyes were like a calm lake, reflecting a heart as dry as a dead tree. I have only seen such dead silence in the eyes of high monks who have seen through the world. Why would a fairy like a beautiful moon have such a sad and lonely heart?"

"With this question in mind, I slowly learned about the story of Uncle Seventh Master."

"Fate has played such a trick on us that it has come to this. The sadness of Uncle Seventh's situation and the pain of his wounds are beyond the imagination of the world. But it is precisely because of this that the white lotus blooming in the mud is so holy and dazzling."

Zheng Xiuyuan's appetite was whetted.

——How could it be so tragic?
He was curious and couldn't help but read on.

Li Ze changed the writing style and began to describe the life of his seventh uncle.

His parents died early, leaving his brother and sister to depend on each other. Despite the malicious attitude of other elders, his elder brother bravely set up his own household, supported his family, and tried his best to take care of his younger sister.

Seventh Uncle grew up in such an environment, being spoiled and pampered, but she did not become a willful evil girl. She was cheerful but not presumptuous, naughty but not perverse, gentle and straightforward, tolerant and wise. She was the embodiment of the concept of "chivalrous woman", warming the people around her like the sun.

Zheng Xiuyuan watched and nodded repeatedly.

It's really strange that Li Bailong, although he is a man, can write about women so vividly and lifelike that I feel pity for them.

——When he saw this, he couldn't help but feel good about "Seventh Uncle".

Such a good woman, with noble birth and beautiful appearance, has all the benefits in the world.

What exactly happened to her?

With such curiosity and even a hint of reluctance, Zheng Xiuyuan continued reading.

Watching "Mo Feng" tell the story of Seventh Uncle's growth experience, she said that she was kind, tolerant, compassionate and empathetic, and also explained the reasons for the formation of these character traits.

Her parents died early, which made her strong and independent, but she was also accustomed to digesting all her thoughts and emotions on her own.

Her brother took care of her, which made her have a man's straightforward and bright personality. She also realized early on how difficult her brother's life was, and became more aware of her mission and destiny as a noble lady from aristocratic family.

The idea that personality is formed by childhood experiences is thought-provoking. Zheng Xiuyuan sighed secretly, thinking of his own son. In comparison, this "Seventh Uncle" really had a hard time.

According to Mo Feng's narration, the teenage Seventh Uncle grew up day by day and finally reached the age of marriage. As a woman's marriage was determined by her father and brother, she never had the chance to choose her own lover.

Even though she had imagined it in her heart more than once, imagined love, imagined that she would meet her God-given partner in a chance encounter as the story said.

But her origin, her bloodline, and her responsibilities all destined this to be a false dream.

For the sake of the family, her marriage must be of the greatest value.

Because, all along, it was her brother who had been supporting the family and protecting her alone.

And now, it's her turn to protect everything.

This passage is written with great sophistication, delicate emotions and profound sincerity. It describes the girl's regret for the love that she has never had and will never have in the future, her fear of marriage, her sigh for her already established life, her love for her family, her determination to fulfill her responsibilities and her sorrow... everything is written movingly.

"It's so fucking evil..."

Even Zheng Xiuyuan's eyes were moist.

"He's not a woman, and he's not forced into marriage, so how can it be written so realistically..."

With such doubts, he continued reading.

But I was a little afraid to look down.

After all, the author gave away the plot early on, and this is a huge tragedy.

"Could it be that she has put her trust in the wrong person? Her fiancé is actually a scumbag?"

As a boss in the women's industry, Zheng Xiuyuan had many bloody cases in his mind.

He continued reading and saw "Seventh Uncle" bidding farewell to his old friend in tears, choosing his wedding dress with a smile, imagining what his future husband would look like, and cheering himself up for the unknown future of his life.

Until she met her future husband formally, she felt that this man seemed to be quite good. After talking with him, she found that he was not as vulgar and barbaric as she had imagined. The girl's mind gradually changed - after getting married, slowly, maybe love would really develop...

Then, escape from marriage.

After she had gone through so much entanglement and fear, after she had decided to make sacrifices, after she had decided to reconcile with the future and try to fall in love with her husband...

On the wedding day, the groom ran away because he had another woman in his heart.

This paragraph is even more explosive!
——Especially the rage, resentment, misery and murderous intent in “I have already made up my mind it’s him, how dare he have an affair with another woman?”, the writing is simply amazing!
Zheng Xiuyuan was so completely immersed in it that he wished he could share the pain with the heroine, resent with her, laugh wildly with her, curse the injustice of heaven with her, and resent fate for playing tricks on him with her...

She became a laughing stock of the whole world, a bride who was abandoned. Her dream wedding, the most important day of her life, ended in such a ridiculous way.

Zheng Xiuyuan's hands were shaking.

How could this happen? Why did such a good girl have to suffer such a thing!

Li Bailong, you have no heart!
Damn it, this kind of story won't be accepted in my bookstore! It's just abuse for the sake of abuse, it doesn't make sense, it's illogical! This must be made up, how can there be such a runaway marriage in the real world...

--etc!
and many more!

Escape, escape marriage?

Why does it look so familiar? Wait!
Zheng Xiuyuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he quickly flipped through the remaining pages, scanning for key words.

The next moment, his movements stopped and his expression became dull.

Wait, wait a minute.

It seems...it seems like Baihua Valley...it seems like Li Bailong...it seems...

As if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, Chairman Zheng, who had been busy all night, suddenly realized a darkly humorous and terrifying fact.

Li Bailong.

Miss Ma.

You...you know each other...

At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind.

——Spicy!
(End of this chapter)