My Years as a Copyist in Taiwan

Chapter 95 Harry Potter's Surprise Attack on South Korea

Zhao Wenwen and Wu Deng stood side by side practicing standing meditation.

Yes, you read that right. The Ghost-Slaying Wu Lantern is standing guard in the courtyard outside Zhao Wen's house.

Zhao Wenwen looked worried and distressed, but my brother Deng was enjoying himself immensely.

Because the person who massaged his legs and loosened his bones was "Aunt Feng".

While glaring fiercely at Wu Deng, Chen Erfeng kept kicking Deng Ge's non-standard parts.

Rong Ge practiced his boxing on his own, performing a set of 72 (or 74) old-style Cannon Fist with exceptional smoothness. His comprehension was so impressive that Chen Erfeng wanted to disregard ancestral teachings and pass on the true internal breathing technique of the dantian to him.

Because that little girl in Taipei who actually kowtowed and formally became an apprentice only learned the basics and couldn't keep up!

"Sigh!" Chen Erfeng sighed resentfully, staring blankly at the man and the Japanese soldier puffing away in the room.

"I suspect that this Japanese soldier has something that Awen wants."

"Yeah, I noticed that too. My brother usually doesn't like Japanese soldiers, but look, he actually laughed at one of them!"

"Isn't Ah Wen usually like this?" Rong asked curiously as he stretched his wrists after finishing his punches.

"You don't understand. I'm sincere towards you, but I find it troublesome to even look at someone I don't like, let alone a Japanese soldier. Oh dear—" As Wu Deng spoke, she quietly straightened her back, which was aching from the hair ornament, and was kicked by Chen Erfeng again.

Akina Nakamori, who was sitting quietly in the rattan chair, wanted to laugh when she saw Chen Erfeng glaring at her, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud. She just turned the corners of her mouth up a little.

What Akina was holding were spicy "Karakoo" and deep-fried "Tempura," which Zhao Wenwen had given her.

Two girls of similar age met at Wu Shanlian's family lunch, a wonderful misunderstanding stemming from their incomprehensible conversation.

At that moment, Zhao Wenwen said to this young woman, who was even thinner and more pitiful than her, "This Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is even better than the one at Heisong Restaurant!"

Akina nodded and said, "Hi!", then reached for the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall with her chopsticks.

Zhao Wenwen added, "And this one too! Look, I've never seen such a fat red crab before!"

Akina, still saying "Hi!", continued reaching for the red crab cake with her chopsticks.

In just a few hours, Cai Cai won Zhao Wenwen's friendship with her "easy-to-communicate" and "quick-witted" personality. As soon as she got home, she brought out a huge amount of local Tainan snacks for her.

"Did our ancient China actually have this kind of technology? To be able to make a water tap shaped like an animal—what kind of animal?"

"Hmm... let me think." Olivia tried hard to recall. "Actually, I can only see a tiger, a horse, a cow, and a monkey. My father told me all of that, but it's too abstract; I can't see them at all!"

That makes four!

"How come there are so many kinds of animals? What's the explanation for this?"

Where's the dragon? Where's the dragon's head? Wasn't it said that the only trace of the dragon's head started from your house?!

"I don't understand, but I think it will definitely be valuable to your research. I can confirm that these animal faucets came from your China."

"Then it must be valuable! Hearing you say that, it seems like a lot more ideas have suddenly popped into my head..."

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"Really? Is this how you artists get inspiration?" Olivia asked in surprise. There are many artists in the UK who are like this, acting crazy and getting inspiration through all sorts of bizarre behaviors.

"Hmm, I do have a lot of ideas, Olivia. I feel like talking to you increases my inspiration. You know so much!" Zhao Wentian shamelessly continued to add fuel to Olivia's girlish heart.

"Good heavens! Mr. Wen, let's just head to the UK right now! We'll stay at the manor, you can look at all those oriental antiques, and I'll even steal whatever you like..."

"Alright! Youth has no price, I trust Olivia! No need to wait a month and a half, I'll use 20 days. 'Love Letter' is generally satisfactory, let's set off!"

Olivia's eyes were practically closed with excitement as she clapped her hands in celebration. At that moment, she had completely forgotten the purpose of her trip—film copyrights, merchandise, all she could think about was: Mr. Snail is about to set foot on the soil of our British country!

At the same time, Editor Gao, along with several staff members from Snail Literature, carrying two large boxes of books signed by Zhao Wen, stopped at the "Tainan Branch of the Seventh Special Police Corps".

These two large boxes of books were promised to the squad leader. As soon as Mr. Snail returned, he signed them and delivered them to them first.

The reason for the urgency is that Editor Gao has two things to do: first, to complete the formalities for tomorrow's meeting, and second, to thank the "Seventh Special Police Corps" for their series of actions in helping Snail Literature combat piracy.

Why did the "Seventh Security Brigade" help Snail Literature? This story begins in late November 1982.

Jeon Kwan-chung's new South Korean military has been in power for over two years, and the current situation in South Korea is like a pressure cooker.

Before the "ue" in Gwangju had even dried up, 172 magazines were forcibly shut down. The censorship office's scissors silenced the entire Korean literary scene. No one dared to be as fearless as Li Ao from Taiwan.

Then Kim Hong-sung's "Human Market" suddenly appeared, selling 560 million copies in just a few months, and was called "a miracle in the history of Korean publishing" - every five Koreans must have a copy of "Human Market".

Jin Hongxing was not punished by Quan Guanqing because he was too cunning. He cut out all the plots in the book that involved the emperor and the emperor, which allowed him to escape and gain wealth.

In this incredibly oppressive winter, 3933 million South Koreans are waiting for a spark of hope that might drift in from nowhere.

No one expected that this spark would drift over from the other side of the sea so stealthily.

The first batch of Mr. Snail's Korean books arrived in South Korea from Busan Port.

Dozens of cardboard boxes, mixed in with smuggled electronic watches, jeans, and cassette tapes, evaded customs anti-smuggling boats and flowed into Seoul's underground book market.

Mr. Snail, many Koreans have heard of this name. About half a year ago, a vinyl record sparked Koreans' yearning for avant-garde music.

But now, the same name, different works, and the price has skyrocketed—8000 won per book, and a set of six books costs 48000 won.

In fact, the smugglers in Taiwan were getting pirated books. They were of lower quality and very cheap. Each book, regardless of its thickness, was priced at NT$120. At the exchange rate at the time, 1 NTD was equivalent to 20 KRW, so NT$120 was 2400 KRW, which was cheaper than a novel in South Korea that cost 3000 to 5000 KRW.

The purchase price is 2400, and the selling price is 8000. The profit is several times higher. Otherwise, why would anyone risk their life?

The book is expensive, but nowadays Koreans are frantically snapping up any book, let alone one written by the founder of "avant-garde music".

They're snapped up like crazy.

The first batch of 1000 books stayed with the booksellers for 10 minutes, and then with the distributors for an hour, mainly because of the time spent driving to deliver the books.

A week later, a copy of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" was being sold for 2 won on the black market, and even then, it wasn't guaranteed to be available; you had to pull strings, making it as sought-after as a rare commodity.

When people have been cooped up for too long, and finally get a breath of fresh air, they never want to go back to a dark room.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone spread like a virus through high school campuses in South Korea.

The kids have gone crazy. In this place where even reading a comic book is subject to censorship for "whether it contains inappropriate content," a little boy with glasses, holding a wooden stick, fights against an entire evil magical world—what kind of divine story is this?

In class, they discussed whether Snape was a good guy or a bad guy. After class, they demonstrated the "Levitation Charm (Yugardim Leviosa)". Their parents scolded them, but after flipping through a couple of pages, they got hooked on it too.

What is magic? Magic is freedom. In a place where even speaking requires caution, a book filled with magic is the safest form of resistance.

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