Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

"I deserve it, I deserve it," Wang Li said.

"Writer Zhong, uh... Yuemin, your 'Bright Sword' is so well written. I was hooked the first time I read it and couldn't put it down."

"Manager Wang, you are too kind. It is my honor to receive your praise."

Wang Li waved his hand.

"Don't be modest. We've just met, and you don't know me. I'm a straightforward person. If something is good, it's good, and if something is bad, it's bad. Your 'Drawing Sword' is indeed of high quality. It can burst forth earth-shaking things like a blazing eruption from plain words. This extreme contrast has a great impact on the reader's reading experience. With my many years of work experience and book publishing experience, I know that as long as your 'Drawing Sword' is published and sold, it will definitely be a big hit in the market.

I'm just a little confused. At first, I thought the author was probably in her 40s or 50s and had participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression. Only someone who had experienced it firsthand could write about the reality and cruelty of war. But now, what was your creative process? Could you please tell me more?

"It's nothing, actually!"

Zhong Yuemin said:

"I grew up in a military compound. My father joined the army when he was young and has experienced countless battles, big and small. I have been influenced by him since I was a child, so I have always wanted to write a novel about resistance."

"I see!"

Wang Li said, "A son of a powerful father will have a powerful son. Yuemin, I called you here today mainly to discuss the matter of publishing a book."

"Manager Wang, I just submitted a manuscript worth tens of thousands of yuan. I haven't finished writing the book yet. It's about 20 words. Can I publish it now?"

"OK!"

Wang Lidao:

"It's currently in this format, printed in volumes, which is equivalent to a serialized model. If the market accepts it, we can print more copies later. If it's not ideal, there may be no more news, which can be regarded as a timely stop-loss."

Zhong Yuemin nodded.

"Okay, publishing a book is a good thing. I have no problem with that. I was just thinking about earning some royalties, so that's all I need."

Wang Lidao:

"Currently, our manuscript fees are priced per thousand words. Generally, it's 2 or 4 yuan per thousand words. A short article or general manuscript might only cost a dozen yuan. However, your copy of 'Drawing Sword' was previously priced by the editor-in-chief of the newspaper. The initial price is 25 yuan per thousand words. We'll see how the market performs. We'll set a quota of 3 copies. If we exceed that, the fee will double. For example, if we sell 9 copies, the fee will triple to 75 yuan per thousand words. Do you understand?"

Zhong Yuemin said, "Manager Wang, according to this calculation, what is the maximum I can earn from my 20-word novel?"

"Yes, maybe more than that!"

Zhong Yuemin rubbed his hands and said, "Then I will write well."

After that, he went through the formalities of publishing the book, signed and sealed the documents, and handed the 8-word manuscript he had just finished to someone. Wang Li took the manuscript and sat back in the chair behind his desk, eager to read it. He had no time to pay attention to him, so he left the bookstore and returned to the compound without disturbing him.

Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong and others came up to him immediately, asked him how much the fee was, and asked him to treat them to a meal.

"Okay, stop digging. I don't have any now. When I publish a book later, I will make tens of thousands of dollars. It's up to you to choose between Lao Mo and Xinqiao."

"Fuck, a book is really published?" Yuan Jun was surprised.

"So you're going to be Writer Zhong?"

"That is!"

"Why does it feel strange to me? A stubborn man who is good at flattering women and arguing with bricks has 'abandoned the light and joined the dark' and started to wield a pen. It's a bit 'unprofessional', isn't it? Right, brothers?"

"Yuan Jun, why are you worrying so much?"

Zheng Tong said:

"The key is to have money. Didn't you hear Yuemin say that if sales are good, he'll get 75 yuan per thousand words. Then Yuemin will become a wealthy man, and we brothers will also be able to enjoy a good life."

In the evening, Zhong Yuemin went to the pigeon market and sold some chicken and duck eggs in his space. There were too many to eat by himself, so he made about two hundred yuan. He also bought some laying chickens and ducks to further expand the production of chicken and duck eggs. He had a great harvest, but was robbed on the way back. There were five or six people on the other side. The leader was not tall and had a stocky appearance, but he was very strong, especially his neck, which was very thick. He looked like a small Tyson, with a beard, a crew cut, and a fierce look. Most people would be scared when they saw him.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin was ready to escape at any time. It was true that he could fight, but he was not a superman. If he really couldn't do it, he would just hide in the space.

He said lazily, "Hey everyone, what's up?"

"Haha, okay!"

The bearded man grinned, "You're the first one who can still smile after meeting my Brother Long. Boy, you're quite brave."

Zhong Yuemin said:

"Should I cry? I don't know if you're Brother Dragon or Brother Bug. I don't like dithering. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't waste my time with useless things."

"Boy, you are so arrogant." One of them pulled out a three-edged scraper from his waist and said, "I will let you bleed first."

The bearded man stopped him and said:

"This area is under my control. I've been keeping an eye on you for a while. You have quite a lot of goods and you've collected a lot. I figured you can't just eat it all yourself, right? Let me make a deal with you. Give me all the goods you have and I'll distribute them to you. I'll take whatever you want. This saves you running around from house to house, saving you time and effort, and you don't have to take the big risk of getting caught by the speculation office. So, is this a good deal?"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch, and even if it does, it won't fall on my head," Zhong Yuemin said.

"Tell me what you want as a reward."

"The boy is quite clever," said the bearded man.

"Okay, since you're a smart guy, I won't beat around the bush with you. I want half the profit on your goods. Isn't that too much?"

"Hahaha……"

Zhong Yuemin laughed out loud, really amused.

"Brother Long, right? You're such a jokester! You've got a good pair of gloves on. You're asking for half of my profit with just a few words. Why don't you just rob me?"

"Don't be ungrateful, kid. Without my permission, don't even think about selling anything in this area anymore."

"If I'm not welcome here, I'll find another place that will," Zhong Yuemin said. "There are so many pigeon markets in the capital, why would I need one? With supplies so scarce these days, am I worried I won't be able to sell them? It's ridiculous. You think I'm a three-year-old kid, and you can just fool me with a few words. I'm telling you, you've picked the wrong person. Try to fool a child or an old woman."

The bearded man said in a deep voice, "So you are rejecting my proposal?"

"Ah, what's going on?"

"Okay, then today I, Brother Long, will show you my authority and let you know how many eyes the Horse King has. Surround me..."

Several younger brothers rushed up,

"Hey, meteor!" Zhong Yuemin suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.

Several people reacted subconsciously and looked up at the sky. Zhong Yuemin took advantage of this opportunity to sneak into the bushes on the side. The bearded man looked at the dark sky. There was not even a star. What the hell was a shooting star? He turned around and saw that the man was gone. He was so angry that he was embarrassed.

"You little bastard, how dare you deceive your Brother Long? Go after him! I'm going to skin him alive."

Several of the younger brothers were about to sneak into the bushes, when suddenly the bushes, which were more than a person's height, began to shake violently. "Hua Hua Hua..." It was definitely not the sound of human movement, and they panicked.

"Brother Long, this... there aren't any wild boars or anything like that in here, right? What's going on?"

"fart"

Zhu Long slapped his younger brother's head fiercely, "You're crazy. This is the capital, not the mountains. What kind of wild thing is this..."

Before he could finish his words, a black thing like an iron tower rushed out from the bushes, knocking several people to the ground and causing them to collapse on the ground crying for their parents in pain. Zhu Long endured the pain and saw out of the corner of his eye that it seemed to be a really big wild boar, at least three or four hundred pounds. That was not all, the most terrifying thing was that there seemed to be a person riding on the pig's back.

It’s late at night, is this a ghost?

About ten minutes later, in the space, Zhong Yuemin was standing by the pigpen, saying to the wild boar inside:

"Alright, you've done a great job today. I'll find you a few concubines later. Just work harder for me and give birth to more piglets."

The wild boar seemed to understand, grunted, and then lay on the back of another sow.

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In the following days, Zhong Yuemin got up early every day, hid in the space, and practiced horse stance for half an hour. For a martial arts 'newcomer' like him, it was a bit difficult. Let alone half an hour, most people couldn't even hold on to the horse stance required by his master for more than a few minutes. He was lucky if he could hold on for ten minutes. After that, his legs would become sore and weak, and his body would feel like it was on fire. This was not something that could be sustained by willpower alone.

But he learned a 'trick'. There is a fairy spring in the space. This thing can attract fish to rush to take the bait, crops will grow rapidly, and chickens and ducks will lay eggs amazingly. Maybe it will be beneficial to humans as well. So he tried it, and the effect was amazing. After taking a bite, it was refreshing and a warm feeling spread throughout the body. The burning sensation disappeared instantly, and the soreness and fatigue were greatly reduced. It felt like a shot of cardiac stimulant.

This was like finding a treasure to him. With the fairy spring here, not to mention half an hour, three or four hours would be enough. According to his master, if you can stand in a horse stance steadily for three or four hours without blushing or panting, and your mind is as calm as a mirror, then you can master the first level of Qi-nourishing Qigong of Iron Bull Kung Fu. You should know that it took Xiaoyang eight or nine years to reach this level.

He's become a martial arts genius!

On the night of the performance of "The Red Detachment of Women", Luo Yun came to Zhou Xiaobai's home. The person who opened the door was Zhou Xiaobai's mother, Chen Yijun, who had a pretty face. Zhou Xiaobai inherited her mother's eyes and nose, gentle and elegant, with fair skin. Judging from her appearance, she was no more than thirty years old. If she stood with Zhou Xiaobai, people who didn't know would mistake them for sisters.

"Hello, Aunt Chen."

"Xiao Yun is here. Xiao Bai is still in the room changing clothes. Go in and find her."

Luo Yun entered the house and went straight to Zhou Xiaobai's bedroom. Seeing a pile of clothes scattered on her bestie's bed, she went over and said,

"Xiaobai, what are you doing? Are you going on a long journey?"

Zhou Xiaobai saw the person coming and said hurriedly:

"Luo Yun, you're here just in time. Help me pick one. How about this red and white jacket? Or this wool coat with a turtleneck sweater? Or just the army green outfit... Oh, I'm so confused, I don't know which one to wear."

Luo Yun stood aside and watched her best friend giggle, without responding.

"Why are you grinning like an idiot?"

"Xiaobai, something's wrong with you, something's wrong..." Luo Yun said:

"I should say that something's been wrong with you since we broke up last time with Zhong Yuemin and the others. You've been absent-minded all day, talking about Zhong Yuemin all the time. Hey, Xiaobai, you're the deputy commander's daughter after all. Every boy in our compound would consider you their dream girl, but you've never been one to take a fancy to them. How come when you met your 'cousin' Zhong Yuemin, you were completely captivated by him? You're such a loser."

"Luo Yun, stop talking nonsense!"

Zhou Xiaobai blushed and said, "What do you mean by 'getting on a pirate ship'? That sounds so harsh. Yue Min and I are not like you think."

Luo Yun rolled her eyes.

"Xiaobai, we've known each other since we were kids. How could you possibly fool me? Otherwise, why would you go to all this trouble? No matter how beautifully you dress up at night, it's so dark that no one can see you. You just want to show it to your Yuemin. If he likes you, then he likes you. It's nothing. I just wonder what Zhong Yuemin has done to deserve you, Xiaobai, to be so obsessed with him. He's so lucky to have gotten such a great deal."

"Screw you!"

Zhou Xiaobai was annoyed. "We didn't do anything. What do you mean by getting a great bargain? I'm a bargain, so what?"

After that, he sat on the bed and said: