Otherworldly Merchant

There wasn't much business for a while after that, I opened my shop every day, drank in the store, read books, relaxed holidays.

Yin Xinyue came to me this day and said, "Brother Zhang, do me a favor. ”

“What's the matter?” I asked.

“I have a friend who has been a writer and has been complaining to me for two days that he has entered the writing bottleneck and is unable to write a book every day. See if you can help him through your means for once?” Yin Xinyue said.

I frowned and put the book down. I said to Yoon Xinyue solemnly: “It is best not to use this thing indiscriminately. There is nothing about the pie falling from the sky. You will pay the corresponding price while you get something! I can't write a manuscript. It's not a big deal. Just let him travel, relax, and adjust his mood. ”

Yin Xinyue sighed: “I told him everything, it's useless! You don't know how competitive this industry is. Hundreds of writers try to squeeze their heads into the writing circle every year. As soon as the second and third line writers grab a large number of them, you don't write. You don't work with a director this time, maybe you won't have a chance to work with them again. ”

“He said that it doesn't matter if you encounter ghost life or anything, as long as you can find creative inspiration, people talk about it, you should be kind enough to help him once, and only you can help him.” Yin Xinyue pleaded bitterly.

Normally, I always thought that domestic drama was full of disaster. Some screenplays rot like shit. I thought that an individual could be a writer. It doesn't look like any bowl of rice is good.

So I asked Yin Xinyue to tell the friend that I had recently helped him find a shady object, but not necessarily 100% certain.

“Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, I have a business card for you to meet. ”

Yin Xinyue handed me a business card from his wallet. It says the famous film and television writer: Meng Dongno, I thought about it and asked: “Isn't he the writer of the popular Qingguo drama" Zhen Zhen "this year? ”

“Yeah, that's him!” Yin Xinyue smiled and squinted.

Meng Dongno is not only an editor, he is also a Weibo V, he often goes on some interview shows, talk shows, etc. He dares to work with celebrities this time, think about it a little excited.

Yin Xinyue told me that his new script was due in the second half of the year, so be sure to hurry.

So I put a message in the circle that night that I wanted to find a shady object that could inspire me. Safety insurance was the best, and the price wasn't the problem.

Less than a week ago, someone called me. It was Wiggo, who had worked with me a few times before. He was also a shady trader, but he didn't collect it himself. He collected it from various channels. He also often helped his peers to build bridges and collect intermediary fees and so on.

I used to have a few shady things that I found through him.

Brother Wei said he had something in his hand, it had not been warm for a few days, it definitely met my requirements, let me arrange a meeting with him, he gave special orders, cash transactions, don't go to the bank, he was recently targeted by the cops.

I asked him how much, I was ready, and he answered, "Friendship price, 300,000 isn't much, is it?"

I arranged for both sides to have free time for Yin Xinyue and Meng Dongno to come together. We went to the place designated by Weigo, a rotten tail building that almost nobody went to. Weigo lived there like a homeless man and hired a man to give him food and drink every day.

Meng Dongno was a big beard with rounded glasses. When he saw the rotten tail floor, he was a little uncomfortable asking me: “Boss Zhang, your friend is unreliable, why do I not feel like a serious person? ”

“I recommend someone you can put a hundred minds to, he must have been wanted by the police to avoid the wind here.” I laughed bitterly.

I didn't expect it. As soon as I met Wiggo, he complained to me, saying that he had purchased an antique a while ago and sold it twice the price. Who knows if it was a second-degree national monument, who leaked the wind or intentionally pitched him. The police quickly targeted him. During this time, every day the police squatted in front of his house and had to move to this place.

After that, Wiggo greeted Yin Xinyue with enthusiasm: "Yo, is this your sister-in-law? You look beautiful. You look like a big star. ”

And then pat Meng Dongno on the shoulder: “Meng Da Screenwriter, I've heard so much about you. I've seen all the anti-Japanese dramas you wrote. It's amazing! What have you been writing lately? ”

“The Qing Dynasty.” Meng Dongno replied that he was, after all, a literary man who was a little out of tune with a rough guy like Wiggo.

Wiggo also realized this, and he said, "I am a crude person, don't be weird if you don't know the manners. But I've always been the most creditworthy person in the business, and you can rest assured! ”

“Okay, I believe you.” Meng Dongno laughed.

“Then let's sit down and talk business!” Weigo moved in a couple of plastic benches, and we sat face to face, with Meng Dongno's box of money in the middle. For now, when the table is used, Weigo put a long red wooden box on top, let's take a look.

Opening the red wooden box is reflected in a brush pen made of bamboo with a very bright surface, which of course is not the result of machining, but is made of hand raw grinding over time. It's got some strange patterns on it, but it's already grinding so hard to see, there's a small, obscure hole at the top, the wolf at the tip of the pen, one at a time, very pretty.

“Can this pen inspire me again?” Meng Dongno is a little unbelievable.

“Of course, you'll know when you hear about it.” Weigo grabbed a cigarette and smoked beautifully. I told him to stop selling it. He just said: “Boss Zhang, I know you've been going north for two years and collected a lot of great stuff, but I'm sure you haven't taken anything like mine. ”

“What kind?” I asked.

“With idiom stories!” Wiggo said.

I almost fell. I thought there was something fierce going on. Yoon Xinyue was laughing beside me.

“Tell me, what's the story?” I put up with the smile and said.

Weigo silenced for a while and then said four words: "Jiang Lan only did it! ”

Meng Dongno suddenly stood up and was excited to say: "You mean, this is the fresh flower pen in the story of Jiang Lan? ”

“Yes, yes, or the Montague writer has a culture!” Wiggo clapped his hands: “Peanut pen, why didn't I think of that? Now I've got two idiom stories. Is it great? ”

Of course I know the story of the peanut pen.

During the Southern Dynasty, a well-known literary man named Jiang Huo was said to have been disparaged to make a small county decree in Pucheng for making political mistakes. He was stunned all day and did not want to eat tea.

One day he went for a walk outside the city, got tired and fell asleep on a hill. As a result, an old fairy in a cloud fog appeared in the dream. The old fairy gave him a colorful pen, saying that Jiang drowned had saved his life in his previous life, and this pen was even a reward.

Since then, Suddenly, Jiang Huo wrote many poems circulating thousands of ancient times.

Jiang Huo relied on a handful of embroidered articles and a full stomach to learn, and the official fortune gradually improved and became a monk. Until he was middle-aged, one night he dreamed of the old fairy again. He said that you borrowed the pen in five colors and could give it back to me today...

Therefore, Jiang Huo removed the colorful pen from his arms and gave it back to the old fairy with respect. Since then, he has not written a good article.

That's how the idiot Jiang Lang got here.

But I can't help but wonder, legend has it, it's a colorful pen, how did it become a bamboo shattered pen in front of you?

This looks too ordinary. Is that the difference between a seller show and a buyer show?