My followers have invincibility written all over their faces

The typesetting and proofreading of Dumas's novels went smoothly.

Matthew and I are two diligent newcomers proofreading, never letting go of any typos and omissions, and have been actively verifying all kinds of information mentioned in Alexandre Dumas' novels.

I made no less than 20 phone calls to Dun about the various backgrounds and events related to the Hong Kong gangsters mentioned in his novels.

At the beginning, it was just Dun embarrassingly recounting various confidentiality treaties, racking his brains to find a way to deal with me without leaking the secrets. Later, it was Jinghua who answered for Dun. Jinghua was more straightforward. When I asked about secrets When asking questions, she will simply say: "I can't say that." However, she will be very frank about things that can be said.

So I learned one after another that "Atsushi once ate the poisonous mushrooms in Dazai's office by mistake, and he swore all day long that he was a cup of Yakult", "There is a special room for hats in Chuya's house", "There is Kejiro Kajii couldn’t tell the difference between a real lemon and a lemon bomb, and broke his front teeth”, “Duma Dumas flirted with Miss Hongye’s head when he first entered Hong Kong, and Yasha cut off his hair”...

Someone should have noticed that if the child was allowed to continue talking, the color of the underpants of the Hong Kong and black cadres would be shaken out, so Zhongye urgently took over Dun's cell phone.

"Why do you want to know such details!" Zhong Ye asked on the phone, "Isn't it enough to just publish the manuscript? If you do research like this, it is possible that you think readers will question the color of the light bulbs in the corridors of Hong Kong and Hei Building. ?”

I said, "Haven't you ever thought that members of Hong Kong gangsters would buy our books?"

Zhong also said: "Please don't have too much confidence in the cultural level of the Mafia."

I said: "I have more confidence in the national education of Neon! By the way, Mr. Zhongye, can you help me find out whether you Hong Kong black people like to read comics? Our comics department is going to publish comics serials now, yes Hot-blooded Wisdom Fighting Domineering Boy Man! How are you doing, are you interested?"

Zhong also said: "Well, it seems to be quite interesting - don't just hit our Hong Kong gangsters casually!!!"

I said happily: "Please help me investigate the reading tendency of your Hong Kong black people, please, Mr. Zhongya!"

Of course Zhong Yuan would not agree!

But I won't let him go so easily!

The next day, Guangjin Liulang knocked on the door of the chief's office.

"...Boss, someone is handing out leaflets at the gate of our Hong Kong headquarters."

In the office, a question mark slowly appeared above the heads of Chuya Zhongya and Xiaoyin.

Osamu Dazai flipped through the documents related to the big transaction in his hand, and said softly: "Who is sending it?"

"It's Tatsuka Fujimaru, Jotaro Kujo, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and Shigeo Kageyama."

After Chuya Nakahara went downstairs angrily, he saw me very enthusiastically pulling the big mafia brother who came to drive us away and holding a leaflet and asking: "Uncle, do you like Naruto?"

Mafia Brother: "You can't hand out leaflets here! — Ah, I like Kakashi."

Both Jotaro and Akutagawa are cool guys, each of them held a stack of questionnaires, blocked a member of Hong Kong gangsters and stuffed the questionnaires into his hands, and then stared at them with a sense of oppression.

"...Please fill out this questionnaire." Akutagawa said stiffly.

"Questionnaire." Jotaro said succinctly.

Mafia Uncles: Why are kids nowadays so fierce? Are you polite?Do you want me to teach you—oh, you're taller and stronger than me, that's fine.

"Hey! Lixiang brat!" Chuya pressed his hat and walked down the steps angrily, "I heard that you guys were distributing leaflets at the gate of our port—oh! Isn't that Shigeo Kageyama? How dare you show up? In front of me?"

Maofu timidly handed out the questionnaire in his hand: "Hello, Mr. Nakahara. Have you read comics?"

Chuya: "...ah, I've seen it."

I was very relieved: "Look, isn't it going well!"

Chuya: "You guys dare to do the investigation on me - take the questionnaire away! I don't like it! I said I don't like to attack - wait, were you talking about hunters just now?"

Central Plains Chuya, why have you fallen again! ! !

After scolding Fu Jian X Bo for a while with me, I enthusiastically applauded Mr. Araki's "Jojo Gospel" and Mr. Luban's "Pink Black Boy".

"I'll take a look when I have time." Zhong Ye said, and he didn't seem to be very conflicted, "Hey, during this period of time, you have taken a lot of members of the Hong Kong gangsters to take the questionnaire, and the number is collected enough, right? ! You have been surrounded here to tarnish the image of our Hong Kong gangsters!"

I looked at Jotaro, who nodded slightly to me, which meant that the number of questionnaires was indeed enough.So I happily stuffed the flyer into Zhongye's arms: "Please send these to your subordinates! When you buy our "RUN!" books or magazines with this flyer, you can enjoy a [-]% discount oh!"

"Hey, enough is enough for me! What do you think of me-oh, give me the sample copy, thank you."

Sure enough, Mr. Zhongye has a knife mouth and a tofu heart!

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After our serious market analysis, finally "RUN! The editorial department collectively came to a conclusion:

Although everyone in Yokohama is usually troubled by the mafia, they still love to read mafia-themed comics and novels!

"How about..." Mr. Araki said slowly, "I will publish "Golden Wind" again?"

We all looked at Mr. Araki: "What is the golden wind?"

Mr. Araki introduced with a smile: "Ah, it's a comic I drew. The theme is that the Italian teenager Giorno Giovanna went from a rookie to becoming the boss of the biggest local mafia 'passionate' within 9 days."

The editorial office was silent.

"That...is it possible to happen? I mean, from a rookie to a leader in 9 days?" Hemingway first issued a faint voice of doubt, "Isn't it too fast? He doesn't even need to acquire subordinates trust?"

Teacher Araki looked innocent: "Ah, no need. He has already killed all the combat-capable teams in the organization, and finally killed the boss, and gained invincible power. I think he will rule the gangsters smoothly in the later stage. Yes."

Jotaro spoke unexpectedly: "I testify, it is true. Giorno is the son of my acquaintance."

Mr. Araki smiled and said, "It is indeed an acquaintance."

Then everyone turned their attention to Andersen, who was buried in the corner playing "monster marbles".

The CV is also Andersen of Zi An Wuren: ? ? ?

So Mr. Araki took over the job of reprinting "Golden Wind". He discussed with Kishibe Rohan for a while to use the gate of heaven to make a copy of the original manuscript of "Golden Wind" in his memory.

"RUN! The content of the first issue of the magazine was almost completed before I came to the editorial department, and now it is waiting to be printed together with Dumas's novel that we have completed typesetting and proofreading.

"We've already found a printing factory. It's in Yokohama. Lixiang, you should go and have a look." Editor-in-chief Hugo assigned us a new task.

As the most reliable field angel in the entire editorial department, I naturally dragged my two servants to the printing factory without hesitation!

This printing factory is located in the industrial area of ​​Yokohama. It is not too big, but it is said that it has a good reputation, high printing quality and fast printing speed. It can be said to be a model printing factory.

When I saw the director of the printing factory, I felt that choosing this printing factory was the right choice!

"Hello, hello! I am the supervisor of this printing factory, and my name is Ostrovsky! You can just call me Nikolai!" The young worker with a Russian accent shook our hands enthusiastically, " We have received the order from your company! Please rest assured that all printing will be completed before the deadline! By the way, if you are worried, you can come to the workshop to have a look, we have already printed finished products - please go here Walk!"

I said dully, "Uh, thank you, Davarish."

"Davarish!" Ostrovsky became more enthusiastic, "So you also have the same ideals and fighting spirit as me! There are red flags everywhere! To tell you the truth, our factory has been promoted by me. A party branch has been established! Do you have any party members in your editorial department?"

Me: ……………This is really not there!

Ostrovsky wasn't too disappointed either, as he walked us to the workshop with a brisk stride that seemed perpetually motivated.Matthew asked me quietly: "Senior, is this also a writer?"

"Yes, he is the one who wrote "How the Steel Was Tempered", which is basically his semi-autobiography..." I moved closer to Matthew and whispered, "I think if he is in charge, it will basically be printed. Nothing will go wrong!"

Facts have proved that FLAG should not stand too early.

Before we got to the workshop, some workers rushed over, yelling like a classic transition scene in a TV series: "It's not good, it's not good! Something happened in the workshop!"

Ostrovsky frowned: "What's wrong! Don't worry, speak slowly!"

"Potter, he blew up the machine again!"

We rushed into the workshop after Ostrovsky, and all we saw was a cloud of smoke.But the workers didn't seem to be too panicked, and they all looked familiar. Instead, they all surrounded the machine that was emitting heavy smoke, knocking and wondering how to fix it.

... Is this the consciousness of the socialist factory workers!

"William!" Ostrovsky yelled, "What's the matter with you, William!"

"Nicolas!" A gray-faced man emerged from behind the machine, "It's nothing, it's just that the supernatural power has gone out of control again..."

"Are you okay?" Ostrovsky was more concerned about this.

The man named William coughed and wiped the ashes off his body: "I'm fine, but the machine may be seriously damaged, so I can't start working this afternoon."

Ostrovsky frowned: "Can't start work? But we just received an order for "RUN!". If we can't print it as planned this afternoon, we may not be able to deliver it on time!"

I raised my hand: "Well, the machine is broken, so it can't be printed, right?"

Only then did William notice us, he hesitated and asked, "Who are these..."

I held out my hand: "Hello! I'm Tatsuka Fujimaru from the editorial department of "RUN!"."

"Oh, hello!" He took my hand and shook it vigorously. "My name is William Sidney Potter! But I'm also called O. Henry—"

This is my second shock today! ! !

"Well, I would like to ask..." I retracted my hand and asked carefully, "Is your supernatural power called: 'Maggie's Gift'?"

"Oh, have you read my book too!" O'Henry looked very happy, "But no, my power is called: 'Unexpected and Reasonable', although I don't know why it is called this, But it works well when there is no inspiration to write!"

Ostrovsky said in the matter-of-fact spirit of a party member: "There will also be unpredictable small explosions."

The workers in their workshop studied the machine for a quarter of an hour, and finally concluded that one of the bearings in the machine was blown up, but there is currently no replacement bearing in the factory, and they can only look for it from sources outside Yokohama.

Then it is impossible to resume work this afternoon.

When I was also troubled, Jotaro suddenly and lightly tugged at the hem of my clothes.

"I have an idea." He said, "I know a stand-in messenger, and it just so happens that his ability is repair... Maybe you can summon it and try?"

"Who?"

Jotaro: "My uncle, Higashika Josuke."