Dead after eight years [rebirth]

As long as Zhang Ci'an in his previous life could say "Get off work early today, I'll come back to accompany you", Cheng Shuibei would not be the result of jumping from the eighth floor.

It's a pity that Zhang Ci'an's current gentleness is only for Cheng Nan, by the way.

Cheng Shuibei put away the untimely hope in his eyes with some regret, and secretly pushed his brother forward a step, blocking him between the two of them.

Cheng Nan hurriedly offered the Baiji buns that he was reluctant to eat to his brother Ci happily: "Brother Ci, eat quickly, I have a lot of things to ask you!"

"I'm not hungry, you and...Cheng Shuibei can eat," Zhang Ci'an pushed away the enthusiastic hand of the child, and politely refused, "We will start studying after you finish eating."

"it is good!"

Cheng Nan stuffed the biscuit left for his father into the insulation foam box for lunch, took the one that belonged to himself and Cheng Shuibei, hesitated again and again, and invited Cheng Shuibei to take the first bite.

Xiao Cheng naturally wouldn't refute his brother's good intentions, not to mention there is Zhang Ci'an here, letting him go will only make people feel more pitiful for his miserable situation.So Cheng Shuibei chewed the pancakes that cost one yuan each in front of Master Zhang, giving him the feeling of a Wellington that cost 100 yuan a mouthful.

The two brothers squatted by the stove and ate a Baiji bun, the gravy was all over their faces, and neither of them thought of wiping it.

Here is the brother and friend Gong created by Cheng Shuibei with all his heart, Zhang Ci'an couldn't squeeze in, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, so he got up to avoid it, and walked around into the counter.

Cheng Shuibei looked up from the Baiji bun, Zhang Ci'an was alone with a smile on his eyes, and was concentrating on sorting out the messed up magazines by customers.He wiped the dust off the books with a handkerchief, and put the magazines away by category.In one simple thing, he did it with great piety.

The fairy fell into the mortal world, washed his hands and made soup.In Cheng Shuibei's eyes, this was probably what he looked like.

"Cheng Shuibei," Zhang Ci'an beckoned to him, "Come here."

The rebellion in Xiao Cheng's heart was haunting him, and he really wanted to say "I won't go there", but facing the "God's Words and Sacred Orders", he couldn't do it like a curse, so he had to move over obediently.

Zhang Ci'an put the two magazines in front of Cheng Shuibei.

These two comic magazines are exactly the same, and they are both from the batch that Cheng Nan brought back. Seeing that they were selling well, Cheng Shuibei bought some more.

"Is there anything special about this, isn't it just two comics?"

Cheng Shuibei picked up a book and read it. The magazine was called "God's Fire", and it was naughty in the second grade. Adolescent children like this style. If you look inside, they are all hot-blooded comics with exaggerated styles, not Tu. Dragons are all about saving the world.

The two books presented by Zhang Ci'an are still in the same issue.

Cheng Shuibei was concentrating on his research, when he suddenly felt heat between his fingers——Zhang Ci'an pressed his hand and touched another magazine.

As if getting an electric shock, Xiao Cheng quickly pulled away his hand and looked at Zhang Cian vigilantly, but the man seemed as if nothing had happened, still faint and pious.

He said, "Touch and see."

Cheng Shuibei touched the cover of another magazine suspiciously, feeling the difference from the one in his hand at the same time.

One is extremely smooth, and the other has a slightly rough texture.

But on the surface, the two magazines look exactly the same.

Piracy!

The word immediately popped up in Cheng Shuibei's mind.But these books are all from old friends who have worked with Zhang for more than ten years. There is no reason for problems?

Seeing his suddenly enlightened expression, Zhang Ci'an knew that Xiao Cheng had realized it, and expressed his conjecture: "Maybe someone bought a pirated copy, and took advantage of the crowds to steal it."

It is possible.

Cheng Shuibei turned out all the copies of "The Light of God". The other covers were all rough, but the smooth one in his hand stood out a little.

Do pirated books pay more attention to quality than genuine ones?Cheng Shuibei didn't understand.

Zhang Ci'an offered another suggestion for him: "Call the publishing house."

The idea is feasible, but the problem is that Cheng Shuibei doesn't have a phone, so he can only use the landline to contact the publisher after returning home.

He was packing up the comic books while keeping silent, Zhang Ci'an seemed to understand his embarrassment, took out his already fashionable touch screen Nokia at that time, and put it in front of Cheng Shuibei: "Use mine."

Ten years in Hedong and ten years in Hexi, Cheng Shuibei, who was once a rich man, has fallen to the point where he has to rely on help for every phone call.

Cheng Shuibei wanted to refuse, but Zhang Ci'an had already walked to his brother's side and started tutoring.

Returning the phone in front of his brother, saying "without your help", Cheng Shuibei couldn't do it.

Cheng Shuibei warned himself: This is just a phone call.

He still picked up his cell phone and called the publisher according to the contact information on the back of the magazine.

After using it, Cheng Shuibei turned off the phone and returned it.

Zhang Ci'an picked it up just as Cheng Nan finished his studies, and asked eagerly, "Can Brother Ci's phone play Snake?" Young Master Zhang put the phone back into Cheng Nan's hand: "Yes, you can play for a while."

"Okay!" Cheng Nan was elated, "Brother Ci, why is there still a password? How much is it?"

"1225." Cheng Shuibei blurted out without hesitation.

All of Zhang Ci'an's passwords are 1225, and those that need to add letters are ZHCA1225.

1225 is a date, December 2005, 12, the death day of Aunt Dou.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Cheng Shuibei felt that he had said too much, Zhang Ci'an was surprised and unfathomable, only Cheng Nan pressed "1225" stupidly.

Cheng Shuibei was beating a small drum in his heart, not knowing how to explain the number he blurted out to Zhang Cian.

"Uh...uh..."

It was Cheng Nan who unintentionally made a solution, and the little guy raised his phone in doubt: "No, the unlocking failed, Cheng Shuibei, are you just fooling around?"

Cheng Shuibei smiled awkwardly: "Yes, I'm blind, how could I know your brother's password, ha ha, ha ha..."

It is still autumn, and that day is still far away.

Zhang Ci'an watched from a distance, and Cheng Shuibei hid in the counter again.

"Let me do it."

Fortunately, Zhang Ci'an didn't care too much about this "blind" episode, and raised his hand to unlock Cheng Nan.

That night, Cheng Shuibei scolded himself "stupid" in his heart, and he didn't fall asleep until the 1224th time.

……

Early the next morning, Cheng Shuibei even saw a van parked near the newsstand with the sticker "The Light of God".

The publishing house paid more attention to this matter than Cheng Shuibei had imagined, and it was their big boss, Zhou Xingyan, who came out of the van to understand the situation.

Zhou Xingzhan was dressed in a white suit and floral shirt with a tie, dressed like a ostentatious rooster. He was clearly only in his early twenties, but it made people feel that he could scrape a little bit of oil and powder on his face.

Boss Zhou warmly held Cheng Shuibei's hand, saying that Xiao Cheng's phone call gave him unlimited strength to move forward.

It turned out that this manga magazine for junior high school boys was the dream product of Zhou Xingzhan and his friends after graduating from university. He invested piles of money in it for several years without any return. Not only that, but there are signs of bankruptcy recently.

Cheng Shuibei complained in his heart: No wonder it's so messed up that it's not even as good as a pirated version!

Pirated magazines are the cause of the worsening income of "Light of God". The pirated edition producers don't need to invest money in the content, just copy it, and make the cover more luxurious than the genuine one.

At this time, the copyright awareness of the public had not yet awakened, and most of the buyers were children, so it was natural to buy whichever was cheaper. Over time, "God's Fire" plummeted.

Zhou Xingzhan explained his miserable situation in a crying voice, holding Cheng Shuibei with snot and tears in his arms and said: "There are not many people like you these days. Thank you for letting me know that I still have meaning to stick to it!"

Cheng Shuibei comforted him on the surface, but he was thinking in his heart, how stupid this person is, who keeps losing money and investing money to make wedding dresses for pirated copies.

"It doesn't matter whether you make money or not," Zhou Xingzhan wiped his nose, "I live up to my teenage dreams, and tears will always fill my eyes!"

Lose money with tears in my eyes!

Cheng Shuibei moved the small bench to Boss Zhou, and patiently advised the bully: "Are you going to lose money like this?"

Zhou Xingzhan held his dream "God of Fire" in his arms, and said that he didn't care about money: "My father gave me five years to do whatever I want, and after two years of crazy dreams, I should go back and take over!"

Feelings are still taken advantage of by the rich second generation.

Cheng Shuibei couldn't laugh or cry.

"I read your magazine, and the audience is still there. If you want to keep your current achievements, it's not impossible."

Boss Zhou asked, "What way?"

Lawyer Cheng pointed to the pirated dream that Zhou Xingyan had trampled on the ground, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Sue him."

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