My Years as a Copyist in Taiwan

Liu Huanrong's nickname has an unusually long length: Cold-faced killer, neurotic Liu.

The reason why he is called "Neurotic Liu" is because his brain circuits are different from those of normal people.

Standing up, Liu Huanrong respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Aunt Feng, our instructors wouldn't last half a minute under your command. If you're going to use ruthlessness, I'll be dead on the first strike!"

"I won't kill you, don't worry!"

Is this a matter of life or death? I'm carrying a sedan chair, Aunt Feng, don't you understand? Liu Huanrong was somewhat confused, but didn't give up: "Aunt Feng, can you teach me the move that just knocked me down? I'll become your apprentice!"

"No need for that, it's very simple. Do it like this, like this, and like this again..." Auntie Sha approached Liu Huanrong and demonstrated it again.

Rong Ge watched helplessly as Chen Erfeng threw him into the corner again in slow motion.

Despite being on guard, they couldn't shake off that perfectly smooth and rounded force.

With a "thump!", Liu Huanrong prostrated himself on the ground, clasping his hands together above his head: "Aunt Feng, Master!"

This situation shocked Zhao Wen and Wu Deng so much that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"I don't accept male apprentices. But I can teach you." Chen Erfeng was too lazy to help Liu Huanrong up or tell him to get up. She walked towards Brother Deng's octagonal table.

The table was already covered with various plates and dishes, as well as sizzling oily small fish on an iron plate.

"Brother Rong, that's just how Aunt Feng is. You see, I didn't even get to be her apprentice, but I still learned from her." Zhao Wen thought Brother Rong would be embarrassed, so he quickly smoothed things over.

To everyone's surprise, Liu, the eccentric woman, showed not the slightest bit of embarrassment. She got up and sat down at the table with her silly aunt: "Then, let's begin today, Aunt Feng!"

In 1982, Liu Huanrong had already taken down two gang leaders and three gang leaders who were fighting against those who couldn't swim, but he still hadn't reached his peak. He would have to wait until 83, and within a year, he would have eliminated the leaders of almost all the medium-sized gangs in Taiwan!

Moreover, what makes Liu the most admirable is that he doesn't target ordinary people. If the gang leader's underlings don't point trolls at him, he will let them go even if he has an absolute advantage.

Even during a mining accident, Liu, in a moment of madness, donated all his wealth to the families of the victims—a mine that had absolutely no connection to him...

Chen Erfeng didn't know Rong Ge's life story, but that didn't stop her from being moved by his stubbornness and actually teaching him things.

This resulted in the two lunatics going out into the yard before they even finished their meal, allowing Zhao Wen, Wu Deng, and Ding Qing to happily devour a whole small fish.

To Zhao Wen's surprise, Rong Ge's physical foundation was far beyond that of ordinary people. He had extremely strong physical flexibility and explosive power, and could even do a full split!

Zhao Wen wondered if he was a bit useless. This split hurt so much, how could you guys endure it?

However, he quickly realized that Rong Ge's strange "snake spitting its tongue" move relied entirely on the flexibility of his waist and legs and the instantaneous burst of muscle and bone power. Without such solid basic skills, it would be impossible to make it instantaneous. He had already developed his foundation long ago, but he lacked proper techniques and ways of exerting power!

Rong Ge joined Dong Guisen when he was a teenager because he didn't want to be bullied anymore. His only obsession was to keep getting stronger and stronger. Now that he has learned such advanced Tai Chi, his cold face has become much more spirited.

Looking at the meticulous Chen Erfeng, Wu Deng smiled and said, "Awen, let's not stay at the hotel, okay? I have plenty of rooms upstairs. How about we brothers sleep side by side and talk all night long?"

"Great! Perfect for hiding from reporters. I stood up the United Daily News and Sanmin Bookstore today, so I'm sure a lot of people will be waiting for me at the Grand Hotel."

"So what are your plans for tomorrow? If you don't have anything urgent, let's get together again. Andy Lau and the others said they want to have another drink with you. Yesterday, the drama's ratings jumped by 30%, and these guys have really risen in status."

Zhao Wen knew that what celebrities fear most these days is not being able to make it big, so this was her way of thanking him. But Andy Lau, you don't need to be so polite. Once TVB's "The Return of the Condor Heroes" airs next year, you'll be incredibly famous!

"No need yet, Brother Deng. I've already turned down an invitation to accept a 'Novelist Award,' I have absolutely no interest in it. I'd much rather visit the great writer Gu Long than accept an award."

After saying that, he turned to Ding Qing beside him and said, "Brother Long, could you please pass on my message tomorrow that I would like to visit Master Gu?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Qing's smile faded, her brows furrowed slightly, and she lowered her head in deep thought for a long time.

In 1982, although Gu Long was not yet at the point of exhaustion and bedridden, he had lost 2000 milliliters of blood at Yinsong Pavilion. In desperation, he received a transfusion of underground blood containing hepatitis C, which had already severely damaged his liver.

Moreover, he couldn't break his habit of drinking heavily every day, his mental state fluctuated, and recently his complexion has been dark, indicating that his health is in serious trouble.

After a moment's thought, Ding Qing slowly nodded: "I'll go to Tianmu Apartment tomorrow during the day to ask. Master is used to entertaining guests after dark. If he's still in good spirits, he'll let you go over in the evening. Once I've confirmed it, I'll call Brother Deng directly to give you confirmation."

Zhao Wen used Deng Ge's home phone to tell Yi An, who had already returned to the hotel, to ask Lao Han to drive her back to Tainan early the next morning.

When Chen Erfeng heard that she would have the opportunity to meet Gu Long, this woman in her thirties almost cheered. The anticipation in her eyes was no different from that of Zhao Wenwen.

Starting in 1965, she read all of Gu Long's dozens of works, including "Chu Liuxiang," "Little Li Flying Dagger," and "Lu Xiaofeng," countless times. The world of chivalry and revenge was the eternal dream of the older Chen Erfeng.

Brother Deng watched Aunt Silly's erratic behavior with a grin, then sat at the octagonal table with Zhao Wen, drinking tea. Suddenly, he said, "Big-mouthed Li Ao, why are you starting to curse us now? I remember he was helping you curse Phoenix a few months ago!"

"What happened? What did they say? I didn't know anything about it." Zhao Wen was very surprised.

"You didn't see... Oh, you've been signing autographs all day... Look, this is a smear newspaper he published himself."

"Qianqiu Review" is a booklet published by Li Ao, bypassing censorship and circulating throughout the island through underground channels. It is the only one of its kind on the island.

Title: Zhao Wen's Decline and the Servility of Huanzhu

In my lifetime, I, Li Ao, have criticized at least eighty or a hundred writers, but the number of those who have genuinely praised me can be counted on two hands, with Zhao Wen being one of them.

When "Norwegian Wood" was published, I knew that after decades of stagnation in the Taiwanese literary scene, a truly insightful and daring work had finally emerged. It lacked any affected femininity or sentimentalism; its writing directly addressed human emotions and desires—it was genuine.

I even defended Phoenix TV in my column, saying that Phoenix TV portrays love as illness and affection as entanglement. What good is it except teaching young girls to wallow in self-pity? Compared to Zhao Wen's writing, it's worlds apart.

What happened? When "Princess Pearl" aired, the whole island went crazy for it, and I realized I was wrong.

It turns out that even the toughest bone can soften for the sake of ratings, and even the most talented pen can write childish and utterly clichéd plays!

Zhao Wen, you can write words that touch people's hearts, how come you turn around and produce such a servile thing?

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