The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

Old man Xuan gave Yang Dongxu another slap: "Don’t think I’m old, I don’t know about Dongzi’s things? And your grandfather also told me about what you’re doing at home. I've opened my mind first, but don't use it on the right path. Sooner or later is it a scourge?"

"Why am I a scourge? Is the rotten stone slab in the alley over Wangfujing, I spent money to find someone to repair, did not ask the neighbors for a penny? In the restaurant, Dongzi, even we have already built The Siheyuan, is it that I said to recruit more educated youths who came back without work to give others a bite to eat..." The old man Xuan was appraised as a grievance that harmed Yang Dongxu.

　　 "That's not how you want to make more money. Where do you want to get a good reputation in the neighborhood?" Old man Xuan raised his hand and slapped again.

　　 Get it! When meeting such an unreasonable person, Yang Dongxu was too lazy to speak. Didn't the one who built bridges and paved the road do so for good reputation? Where is so much love for no reason in this world? I'm not your father, why teach you to be smart and feed you? It’s already kind to be able to give a meal, OK...

　　After soaking the medicine, the old man made Yang Dongxu hit the snake again, saying that promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis would make the medicine soaked into the body better absorbed. But what Yang Dongxu thinks, like how old man Xuan wants to dry him out, doesn't let him run around.

　　 But he really didn't want to pit anyone and retaliate. Even Dongzi's side advised him that he shouldn't find anything. Who did he provoke?

　　My arms were sore and trembling, and I couldn't hold the dishes. Yang Dongxu simply threw the chopsticks aside, grabbing the fritters and the buns, and from time to time also stuffed some small dishes in his mouth to help with the meal.

　　 Eat two big meat buns than usual Yang Dongxu counted back, then lay lazily on the rocking chair in the shade of the tree, saying nothing to move.

Old man Xuan went to the supervisor in the courtyard, Zhou Yiren went to work, Zhou Ya was busy with the restaurant, so only Yang Dongxu was left in the small courtyard, and he fell asleep in the rocking chair for a little while until he fell asleep. Some people seemed to shake their eyes before Yang Dongxu opened his eyes.

　　 "Boss Yang recently spent money." Hao Yifan's fat face caught Yang Dongxu's eyes.

　　 "Boss Hao, is there anything you want from me?" Yang Dongxu yawned and stretched his waist, his bones crackled and he couldn't say the comfort.

　　 "About the song, you have a few good songs. Some people want to sell more." Hao Yifan was a little uncomfortable, sitting on the stone bench next to her fat body twisting.

　　 "How much did the previous three songs sell?"

"Thirty thousand, that "My Chinese Heart" was picked up by the Youth Federation, and they were directly released by twenty thousand. One of the remaining two songs was picked up by a singer from Taiwan. A youth federation was also bought, but the price was 5,000." Hao Yifan stretched out his fat finger and made an OK gesture, and the big golden ring flashed on his little finger.

　　 "Thirty thousand?" Yang Dongxu nodded: "Alright, when will you go back?"

　　 "It's the last few days." Hao Yifan said.

　　 "You are staying for four or five days... five days, you will come again after five days." Yang Dongxu said.

　　 Hao Yifan nodded and the two chatted again before he left. After Hao Yifan left, Yang Dongxu returned to the house with a few tapes on the stone table and a stack of newspapers.

　　The tape is a new song recently released in Hong Kong and Taiwan, which was brought to him by Hao Yifan at the request of Yang Dongxu. The newspaper is not the domestic newspaper that Zhou Yiren left him, but the newspapers of Hong Kong and Taiwan.

　　This is not a good thing, because the newspapers in these two places have more or less coverage of things in the mainland. So these newspapers are forbidden to be brought into the mainland, so Hao Yifan made some packaging.

　　 read the newspaper while listening to the tape. After discovering that there is nothing that interests her, Yang Dongxu threw the newspaper into the kitchen. Since it was a trouble, it was naturally burnt when cooking.

　　 For this matter, Zhou Yiren also opened his eyes and closed his eyes when he didn't see it. Sometimes if you see some useful content, Yang Dongxu will also stay and let Zhou Yiren take a look and then burn the newspaper. After all, compared to mainland regulations, Hong Kong and Taiwan newspapers are closer to the international environment, and it is good for Zhou Yiren to have a better understanding of the general environment.

　　For most of the four or five days, Yang Dongxu didn't go out in the courtyard, even if he went out, he would go to Yang's banquet for lunch, or come back for dinner or something.

　　On the fifth day, Yang Dongxu gave Hao Yifan a piece of Li Zongsheng's "I Drinked That Night" and Pan Yueyun's "Am I Your Favorite Person", and gave him a lot of manuscript paper.

　　 The manuscript is not a song, but the comic "Dragon Ball". At this time, Toriyama is still serializing his own comic "Ala Lei", so Yang Dongxu is planning to launch "Dragon Ball" in advance.

　　 He has no channels on the RB side, so he can only give Hao Yifan to send manga manuscripts to the RB comic company. This stack of manuscript paper is a total of three points, and the content can be serialized for three issues according to the current RB comic layout.

　　Don't doubt the fire of "Dragon Ball", Yang Dongxu did not doubt it at all. The future world has proved this point. However, because it was launched in advance, there is no cartoon club. Yang Dongxu couldn't guarantee it, so he planned to cast a few more cartoon clubs to cast nets and focus on fishing.

　　 "This should not be easy, you should write a few more songs." Seeing the comic Hao Yifan lost interest. If the song can sell for a high price due to the reputation it has already played, he really does not understand the comics.

"You can find out if there is a big comic company on the RB side, or a weekly serial of comics, and then submit the manuscript to the past. The song is not so easy to write." Yang Dongxu waved his hand and learned Hao Yifan easily. .

　　 "Okay, okay, what you said is yours."

　　Although the two songs are a little bit less, Hao Yifan knew in his heart that the songs could be made a lot without just making clothes, so there are two songs that are a little too small but they are satisfactory. It’s just a little unhappy that Yang Dongxu doesn’t write songs and get unreliable comics, but Yang Dongxu obviously doesn’t listen to him, so it can only do so.

　　 In the following days, Yang Dongxu wrote songs from time to time, and more often he drew comics. And the dialogues in the comics are all in Japanese.

　　As for why Yang Dongxu speaks Japanese? That natural and pre-rebirth island nation*.. um, not right... is the reason for seeing more manga and anime.

　　 After all, some translations are always so inadequate. More action movies have not been translated yet. Isn’t it the best thing to watch the screen and add the sound? So Yang Dongxu put a lot of effort into Japanese. In the beginning, if there was a chance to be an actor in RB, would Japanese be convenient? I didn't expect it to be used in comics now...

　　Write songs, draw comics, and go to the Siheyuan or Wu Aibing's shop from time to time to see, Yang Dongxu's life back to Yanjing is also fulfilling.

　　 is that he needs to practice martial arts every morning to make him suffer. After all, he is no longer in the shape of familiar body, but he needs to punch, and the sourness of the big joints like the snake shape can not be described by words.

　　 This is the result of Yang Dongxu's stretching of bones and bones, and the soaking of herbs for more than half a year. According to the old man Xuan, if you go up and practice this, the joints can't bear this kind of force at all, maybe it will cause a habitual dislocation and leave some dark diseases.

　　 But after practicing Yang Dongxu, I got used to it, and after a week I got a sense of qi. Although this qi is not like the internal force in the martial arts novels, I can play the special effects of falling dragons and 18 palms.

　　 But it can still be done by using it to make the attack more powerful. Now Yang Dongxu singled out the 11- or 12-year-old boy who is taller and taller than himself.

　　As for when you can practice one-handed brick splitting, your delicate little palm will not fracture, Yang Dongxu did not dare to ask the old man Xuan, he can only experiment by himself when he is okay. Several times the palms were swollen like steamed buns, Yang Dongxu ended this boring experiment and said it after several months of practice.

　　As soon as the school started, Yang Dongxu liberated himself, no longer recalling any songs, drawing comics. Get ready to play for a few days, and then start dealing with boring school.

First of all, it was natural to find Wu Xue and Big Fat walking around together, and I missed it for a long time, especially Wu Xue, a little loli, became more and more watery, and his big eyes and long eyelashes blinked and blinked. They can talk the same~www.readwn.com~Although Yang Dongxu doesn't have any strange uncle's hobbies, he can walk around hand in hand with such a small loli, and he was so sweet and yelled Brother Xu, wasn't he happy?

The continuous relaxation and encouragement of the economy has caused many snacks to appear in the streets and streets, which undoubtedly satisfies Yang Dongxu’s demand for food, no need to grind his teeth in the same way as sugar people and biscuits, especially popsicles not available in rural areas In Yanjing, it’s not a strange thing, it’s even better this summer.

　　 holding Wu Xue's small hand, next to him was a fat man who was half a head taller than him. The three of them were holding a popsicle in their hands, making many children in the Hutong envious of the drool.

　　It didn't take long for Yang Dongxu to come to Wu Aibing's shop. This shop is not far from Yang Family Banquet at the intersection of Wangfujing.

　　 "How is the business these days?" Yang Dongxu asked, looking at Big Fat reluctantly handing the popsicle in the other hand to Wu Aibing.

　　 It is already noon. Everyone cooks lunch at home, or there is no one on the work street, and naturally there is no one in the store.

　　 The entire store occupies about 60 square meters, with a tape recorder on one shelf and a magnetic tape on the other. At this time, a recorder is plugged in and playing songs.

　　 "Two tape recorders were sold in a week. There were not many tapes sold. There should be more than one hundred."

　　Worried from the beginning that he could not sell it, he has sold two recorders and more than one hundred tapes a week. Wu Aibing is undoubtedly very satisfied with this performance.

After all, this is not the same as assembling a bicycle. This job is not much effort at all. It is sitting in the store and watching the guests, and there are hundreds of dollars a week in income. See the smile of the posterior molar.