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Lin Yi was not in a hurry to sell his book of the Republic of China, but he made Cao Yidao and Guo Zixing look like ants on a hot pan, because according to industry rules, if they could help Lin Yi find a buyer, they would earn a 2% introduction fee.

But if Lin Yi doesn't sell it, they will make a fortune.

Guo Zixing was fine. Cao Yidao, a philandering guy, ran around Lin Yi, trying to mobilize Lin Yi to sell the book with his mouth, and said that he had found a buyer in Shanghai and could trade it immediately as long as he went there.

Lin Yi ignored everything.

Cao Yidao continued to pester him. Fortunately, Lao Cao also knew some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He used these as a bridge of communication, played Goji with Lin Yi, played military chess, played harmonica, and painted turtle turtle on his face, as if he was following, and he was very busy.

Lin Yi didn't expect that this guy was like a dog skin plaster, and he couldn't kick it away. He scolded him for being thick-skinned, so he said, "It's okay if you want me to sell it. Call your customer and ask him to come here. In one day, you'll trade it when you come!"

"What, now? I said, he is in Shanghai, 108,000 miles away from here." Cao Yidao said with a bitter face.

"Then I have nothing to do. It seems that everyone's fate has not come." Lin Yi shrugged.

Cao Yidao gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'll contact him."

...

Lin Yi underestimated Cao Yidao's communication skills, and even more so the madness of new literature enthusiasts in the Republic of China in Shanghai.

A local cultural atmosphere can be seen from the popularity of the old book market. Nanjing, Beijing, Tianjin, Hangzhou, Xi'an and other places are the most culturally atmosphere cities, both history and culture are the most popular. The holy place where new literature in the Republic of China is officially emerging is in Shanghai.

Why is this?

First of all, Shanghai is a modern city. Since it does not have too much historical and cultural heritage, it attaches great importance to the exploration and sorting of modern culture, collects and organizes these modern literature and other things and promotes them as its own "history".

Secondly, there is a traditional "Shanghai" literati in Shanghai. They are opposite to the traditional "Beijing" literati. Most of these people live in Shanghai and have contributed to the New Culture Movement. For example, Shen Congwen, Ba Jin, Huang Shang, Zhang Ziping, Ye Lingfeng, Mu Shiying, Zeng Xubai, etc., have written many legends and stories for the fashionable city of Shanghai.

It can be said that the romance and bourgeoisie of the Shanghai School have made the mandarin duck butterfly in literature, warm and sweet, different from the sword light and sabers of the Beijing School, and are unique, so they occupy an important place in the new literary movement.

Now that time passes, Shanghai has become one of the leading cities in China. In order to consolidate its new cultural status and fight against the impact of the historical and cultural heritage of traditional cities such as Beijing, Nanjing, and Hangzhou, it has begun to vigorously promote the organization and exploration of new literature in the Republic of China, because this section of culture can best reflect the cultural heritage of Shanghai, the metropolis, and the cultural capital of Shanghai the best.

To put it bluntly, with its emphasis on new literature in the Republic of China, Shanghai began to fight a cultural war without gunpowder with big cities such as Beijing and Nanjing.

At the same time, as the Shanghai school, literati were even more popular with the new literature of the Republic of China. Represented by the surviving literati such as Ba Jin and Huang Shang, they established the collection standards and trends of the new literature of the Republic of China.

In this way, under the impact of this craze, the books of the Republic of China, which were originally 10 yuan or 8 yuan in Shanghai, were immediately worth a hundred times as long as they were touched with the words "New Literature", and became 1,000,800, or even more. Those old book stalls were stunned by the fact that they used to sell old books. The things that no one wanted on the streets had become popular among everyone. The author of "I am in prison in Japan" which was originally sold for 5 yuan each, was the female revolutionary Xie Bingying. The first version of the Republic of China period could be sold for 900; the short story collection "The Tide of the Spirit Sea" which was originally sold for 10 yuan was Lu Yin, because the author was one of the "Four Talents" of the Republic of China, had the price of the first version of 1,500 yuan. The line-bound version of "The Thoughts of the Bouquet" and "The Thoughts of the Bouquets" that were originally sold for 30 yuan each, two thin and a small book were sold for 13,000 yuan.

Crazy, the entire old book market is crazy.

Those who sold the new literature of the Republic of China at a low price all cried, and their intestines were regretful. Those poor scholars who accidentally picked up a gap and bought books with collection value in the Republic of China all laughed, and their mouths were twitching so hard that they could make money by buying books. This kind of life is a must!

The craze of Shanghai literati for "New Literature of the Republic of China" is beyond your imagination. Even literati such as Hu Lancheng, Zhou Zuoren, and Zhang Ziping, who have "flaws" in morality, are flocking to them. Some even whitewash them, speak for them, and shout for justice for them---

In order to get their beloved new literature of the Republic of China, Shanghai literati can sell cars and houses, order mail orders from thousands of miles away, and even have obsessed people regard collecting new literature as a career for a lifetime. They can not marry or have children, but they cannot not collect new literature books!

It's crazy enough, crazy enough, and infatuated enough!

...

It is almost 1,000 kilometers from Shanghai to Nandu. According to a song, it is definitely "thousand miles away".

But what Lin Yi could not have imagined was that at around 7 o'clock in the evening, he received a call, and Cao Yidao told him that the book friend from Shanghai had arrived.

...

The bright neon lights shine on the prosperity of Nandu. The two festivals and one occasions held for several consecutive years have made this ancient city exude amazing charm.

On both sides of National Highway 312, wide banners were hung, "Welcome two festivals and one meeting to build spiritual civilization."

On the side of the road, the cleaner wearing a yellow vest was pushing a tricycle and was sweating all over the roadside with garbage like watermelon peels and other roadsides into the ash bucket. Unfortunately, the watermelon peels seemed to be too much, and there was still another place to sweep.

In this stuffy weather, maybe it doesn't matter whether he welcomes the Two Sessions or not. Those bastards, Wang Ba-Egg, threw some watermelon skins. Thinking of this, the cleaner who had no pursuit looked angry at Cao Yidao, who was squatting on the ground not far away, holding a half-pulled watermelon and gnawing wildly.

This guy was gnawing watermelons at a fast speed. After chewing together, he lost his skin and continued to chew. He spitted watermelon seeds in his mouth, looking like a machine gun that never stopped.

Lin Yi also took a piece of watermelon, but it was not as unreasonable as Lao Cao. He stood up and bit the watermelon gently. He ate very gentle and relaxed. He also wiped his mouth with a tissue from time to time, and then looked into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone.

Finally, a car seemed to come from a distance, and the headlights were extremely bright. Old Cao stood up and stared at him and said, "Here, it's probably this one." As he said that, he threw away the watermelon that had not been eaten in his hand, then lifted up his T-shirt and wiped his mouth, and said to Lin Yi, "Let's stop standing, go over and take a look!"

Lin Yi did not follow him directly, but bent down to pick up the watermelon peels one by one. Cao Yidao turned around and muttered: "What are you doing to do this? Hurry up, it's important to do the important thing!"

Lin Yi ignored him, but instead copied the watermelon peels, took them to the cleaner's tricycle, threw them directly into the car, and then smiled at the cleaning uncle, without saying anything.

Uncle Clean took a broom and looked at him, and his originally angry gaze dimmed.

...

"Cao, what are you doing this? Why don't you send you a certificate of award? The people who sweep the streets are responsible for cleaning the watermelon peels. It is natural to work with their salary. If I don't throw the watermelon peels on the ground, they will be unemployed for a long time." Cao Yidao made a statement.

Lin Yi was too lazy to pay attention to him, but looked at the galloping light.

Soon, a car appeared. If you know it, you can tell at a glance that it was a silver-white "Land Rover Range Rover". It was brand new and has not yet been licensed. It has a square appearance, 5.0-liter, diesel turbocharged engine, and four-drive. It looks crazy, wild and manly.

At least when Cao Yidao saw this car, his eyes were shining and even his saliva was almost flowing out. Of course, for a profit-oriented guy like him, what he saw was not only the majestic shape of Land Rover, the super-powerful off-road ability, but also the price of up to three million.

Lin Yi doesn't know much about the car, but he also knows that this is a good car, especially the car is so new and so bright, and people around him keep throwing envious eyes...

On the Range Rover Range Rover, the man sitting in the driver's seat walked down. He was in his forties, wearing a casual short-sleeved T-shirt from Versace, with a capable little flat head, and a fashion brand SUUNTO sports watch on his wrist. If you know the goods, you will know that this watch can be enough to buy a Volkswagen's ordinary model sedan.

There were two young girls next to them, one of them, a short suspender skirt, and a thin tulle suspender under the strand, which was like hollowing. The black chest could be clearly seen. The ravines on the chest were undulating, and the bee waist was pretty buttocks, and the ears were full of ear holes, and there were ten earrings hanging in pieces. The other one, a short vest and a pair of denim shorts, were also extremely tempting. What was more distinctive is that the woman wore a lip ring on her lips, which looked very wild with such outfit.

When the man got off the car, the two women also walked down, one left and one right, hugging the man's arm as if no one was around, looking intimate and ambiguous.

Looking at the man's appearance, Lin Yi could not associate him with "Shanghai Book Friends". At least, the man in front of him did not look like a "schooler", but instead looked like the "storm racing tribe" in the movie, but he was still playing racing in his forties, and seemed to be a little older.

The man also saw Lin Yi and Cao Yidao, and a smile appeared on his white and capable face.

Seeing this smile, Cao Yidao hurriedly put it on, handed a cloud of smoke and said with a smile: "I guess you are Mr. Qin Zhong and Qin who came from Shanghai from all over the world. I am the Cao Dezheng on the phone, nicknamed Cao Yidao. Just call me Lao Cao, hehe."

Mr. Qin took the cigarette, but did not smoke it. Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "It's you. We are also acquaintances on the phone. We will be closer in the future." His words were somewhat soft and soft, and he seemed very kind and polite. Then he looked at Lin Yi---

Cao Yidao hurriedly introduced: "He is Lin Yi who I told you. Those books are all his. I didn't plan to sell them. I was so tired that I felt relieved."

A book seller.

Mr. Qin muttered in his heart, but on the surface he looked very enthusiastic and said to Lin Yi: "So you are Mr. Lin, young and promising. Haha, you are the first one to be able to run from Shanghai to here from all over the world." His eyes flashed for a moment, and they were hidden.

Next to him, the two women spoke, "We thought Mr. Qin, you are going to meet some big shots. We asked our sisters to drive with you in a hurry, but they didn't expect that they were a handsome guy."

"Don't underestimate this guy, he is a big shot in books." Mr. Qin said in an exaggerated tone, "He has the new literature of the Republic of China that I like so much... Alla likes that kind of books very much, you all know, so you have to drive over ten hours of car over here. If you don't come here in person, they won't sell it to Ala!" After that, he looked at Lin Yi intentionally or unintentionally and asked, "Do you think so, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Yi didn't expect that President Qin was tall and big, but he was so "sad" in his heart. He glanced at the Land Rover and said with a smile: "It's good to have a car. A thousand miles away will arrive in the blink of an eye. Not only can you see what you want to see, but you can also appreciate many rare customs and favors... Nandu is also a good place, with outstanding people and beautiful places, and treasures of things and heavenly flowers. The most important thing is that there are many scenic spots and historical sites to visit. Lao Cao is also a good tour guide. With his company, President Qin will definitely not be lonely."

Mr. Qin was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect Lin Yi to be so powerful, avoid the important things and make a big move, making him seem to be a special person for traveling. Looking at the two girls beside him, his intelligence is so low, he smiled on his face, pulled his arms, and pouted and said, "Yes, yes, this place is very fun, so why not let's play and go back."

Cao Yidao also pressed his face, rubbed his hands, and smiled and said, "If Mr. Qin doesn't dislike me, I can be a tour guide. We have Wuhou Temple, Medical Saint Temple, God of Wealth Temple, Nandu Prefecture... There are Baotianman, Wuduoshan, and Longtangou in the distance. As long as you want to go, I will accompany you to the end, hehe."

Lin Yi suddenly felt that Cao Yidao had the potential to be a "father-in-law". In the Ming Dynasty, he might be able to compete with his ancestor Cao Huachun and Cao Jixiang.

Mr. Qin also thought that Cao was so naive, so he said, "Let's not talk about this for now. In order to hurry, have you not eaten yet, do you have a good restaurant here?"

The two women immediately interrupted: "If you want a Western restaurant, you need a good steak, and the red wine is the most expensive!"

Cao Yidao blinked his eyes and looked at Lin Yi, then looked at Mr. Qin, who was the one who was the one who was in charge of his words and expressions, and immediately said generously: "I treat you, just choose."
Chapter completed!