"Mr. Fei, just sit down, fold your hands on the table, okay, look at the camera... Bang!"
A white light flashed, and Fei Jingting's vision went dark. He regained his vision in a moment, but there was still a black halo in front of his eyes. Fu Yunzhao couldn't bear the trouble, so Fei Jingting finally accepted the interview.
Once you've come, let's make peace with it, it's just an interview, just say a few words.
Reporter Liu came over and sat down, took out a pen and notepad, and said, "Then let's get started. Mr. Fei, I would like to ask you how you came up with the idea of writing the novel "The Eight Parts of the Dragon"?"
Fei Jingting said: "The main reason is to make money."
"Huh? You mean to earn royalties?" Seeing Fei Jingting nod, Reporter Liu asked, "Don't you have any other ideas?"
"There should be more or less." Fei Jingting was very wise and said nonsensically: "The main reason is that I think today's chivalrous novels are just vendettas and feel that there is a lack of new ideas. I am a person who is easy to think about stories, so I wrote what I thought.
, voted for the Evening News."
"Then what?"
"Then one day Editor-in-Chief Pang Shibi Pang came to my door and sprayed me bloody."
Reporter Liu was amused: "Editor Pang has a bad temper. Can he curse others? Why?"
"Editor Pang said that my creativity is very good and the plot is very attractive, but the writing is nonsense and makes me want to curse people when I read it."
Reporter Liu was well-educated and could still hold it in, but the cameraman, who had nothing to do, could not help laughing.
"Well, Mr. Fei is really good at joking."
Fei Jingting said: "I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, ask Editor Pang. He scolded me to the point of embarrassment and said that I didn't have any literacy in Chinese studies. I gave up the idea of a new novel at that time. Later, Editor Pang said again,
He couldn't bear to see such a good idea buried, so he asked me if I would be willing to let him act as the main writer, and all the royalties from the manuscript would belong to me."
"You agree?"
"Idiots don't agree! But editor Pang and I have discussed adding two to five, and the manuscript fee will be split in half, otherwise it would be too unfair."
"Hahaha..." Even Reporter Liu laughed this time. It was such an elegant thing that when Fei Jingting heard it, he could hear the meaning of sharing the money on a large scale in the village.
Reporter Liu stopped laughing and asked sheepishly: "Well...Mr. Fei's Chinese studies are a little lacking, but does it have to do with your previous experience?"
"That's right. I went to Nanyang with my parents when I was young and didn't return until the beginning of the year. I really have no foundation at all in Chinese studies."
"I see. Mr. Fei, many readers have reported that Qiao Feng is the protagonist and Duan Yu is the introduction to Qiao Feng. What do you think of this?"
"It's a matter of opinion. In fact, they are all the protagonists."
"The title of the book "The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon" comes from Buddhism. Mr. Fei has always done research on Buddhism?"
Where did Fei Jingting get his research? It was done by Mr. Jin Yong.
So he said nonsense: "I just think this title can represent all living beings."
"That's right...Mr. Fei, some readers think that the Liao Kingdom in the book represents today's Beiyang, and the Song Dynasty represents the Southern Democratic Party. What do you think about this?"
Fei Jingting is going crazy. Who is this? This is too ridiculous! He just copied a book because he was short of money. Where did he get so much analysis?
"Nothing! I just used the historical background to tell the story of the novel."
"The Qiao Feng in the book, are you alluding to the negotiator Zhu..."
"Absolutely not!"
If it weren't for Fei Jingting's cultivation, I'd probably be breaking out in a cold sweat right now. My dear, are reporters from the Beiyang period so tricky when asking questions? They go too far and misinterpret the original meaning. I'm sorry for all the bad habits of future hosts.
I learned it from now on!
Reporter Liu probably noticed Fei Jingting's vigilance and immediately asked a few innocuous questions before turning to ask: "Since Mr. Fei has written chivalrous novels, do you know some martial arts?"
"Understand a little bit."
"Haha, I knew Mr. Fei must be good at martial arts. I think Mr. Fei's martial arts skills should be pretty good."
"It's just so-so."
The sharp questions were gone, and Reporter Liu started chatting about daily life, and got a clear picture of Fei Jingting's life experience. After more than an hour, the interview was over, and Fei Jingting hesitated whether to pay for the carriage fare.
.I’m not afraid of anything else. I’m just afraid that Reporter Liu will add fuel to the fire and ruin his reputation.
Unexpectedly, when reporter Liu stood up, he took out a few pieces of foreign currency and put them on the table. He pushed them over with some embarrassment and said: "Mr. Fei, it's just a little polish that has delayed you for so long. Please don't dislike it."
Fei Jingting blinked... What do you mean? You don't want your own money, but you give yourself money? Is there such a good thing?
This is because Fei Jingting is ignorant and ignorant. Literati are living a very prosperous life these days. He goes to a university to become a professor, earns three or four hundred yuan a month, publishes some books casually, and gives lectures here and there, which is countless.
Qing’s Dayang. If a reporter wants to interview him, he or she must have a good relationship with him, or he must polish his writing, otherwise they will ignore him!
"Isn't it necessary?"
"It should be done, Mr. Fei will stay, we will report back to the museum first."
Holding a few pieces of ocean on the table, Fei Jingting sighed secretly, wondering why such a good habit has not been passed down to future generations? This is because he is ignorant. Which of those popular celebrities does not charge money for interviews?
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North of the old city.
Ni Qiufeng helped an old lady to a place. As soon as she entered the courtyard door, Ni Qiufeng said: "Old lady, this is it."
If Fei Jingting were here, he would definitely be surprised. Because the old lady next to Ni Qiufeng is none other than the old lady Shaman who he had met once before!
It’s a long story. To put it simply, Ni Qiufeng searched all over Tianjin and finally found a very suitable candidate. This person’s name was Zhao Daguan. He was widowed in his early years and had a small courtyard with a single family.
Rich in resources.
Ordinarily, it is impossible for such a person to remain single and willing to be a widower. But Zhao Daguan has been single for almost thirty years and has indeed not renewed his relationship. The reason is not because of the deep love between Zhao Daguan and his wife, but because of Zhao Daguan.
There is something wrong with Guan! It is still an evil disease!
Ni Qiufeng visited Zhao Daguan several times, and then he saw the evil disease in Zhao Daguan! There was a dark skull face on his left chest. When he opened his clothes, it smelled bad. The skull face seemed alive and squirming. Looking at it,
Very scary.
Zhao Daguan was suffering from such an evil illness, let alone renewing his marriage. Even when he went to the brothel, no sister dared to welcome him.
Zhao Daguan made a speech a few days ago. If Ni Qiufeng could cure this evil disease, let alone marry Zhang Hu, he would be happy even if he knelt down and kowtowed and called Ni Qiufeng grandma.
Ni Qiufeng had lived in Jinmen for many years and got to know a lot of aunts and wives with her clever mouth. After some inquiries, she found out that there was an old lady in Dawangzhuang. Her shamanic skills were so superb that she had no evil diseases that others could not cure.
So, Ni Qiufeng rented a donkey cart and went to Dawangzhuang early this morning. After begging hard, he asked the old lady to come forward.
"Old lady, please wait, I'll call the door." Ni Qiufeng said with a smile, stepped forward and knocked the door knocker.
After a while, the courtyard door opened, and a slightly wealthy figure appeared at the door.
"Girl Qiufeng, why is it you again?"
Although Zhao Daguan is wealthy, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is in his early fifties and looks like he has just passed forty.
Ni Qiufeng smiled and said: "Uncle Zhao, I have invited an expert to come and see you."
Zhao Daguan glanced at the old lady behind him and said with a wry smile: "Okay, let's take a look at it."
Ni Qiufeng turned around and helped the old lady into the room. Zhao Daguan was going to make tea, but the old lady said directly: "Don't bother, let me take a look at your evil disease."
"Uncle Zhao, please take off your clothes."
"Okay." Zhao Daguan responded, unbuttoned and took off his shirt, revealing the skull and ghost head on the left side of his chest.
The ghost head seemed to be alive. He immediately looked at the old lady with a pair of dark eyes, opened and closed his mouth, and made an inexplicable sound. Then the whole room was filled with stench.
The god's eyes widened and he said: "It's really an evil disease! Where did you get it?"
Zhao Daguan said: "To be honest, I was a rebel in my early years. Twenty years ago, I went to Qilu with my brothers and elders, and robbed a prince's tomb, and got a lot of weapons. My fourth uncle was greedy.
After finally opening the coffin, countless small insects flew out from the coffin and burrowed directly into the body through the mouth and nose.
All my uncles and brothers died in the tomb, and only my fourth uncle ran out with me. I took my fourth uncle to the county town and saw a doctor, but within three days my fourth uncle also went there. On the night of the fourth day
, I have this damn thing growing on me.
To tell you the truth, I have gouged it out with a knife."
He pointed to the scar as big as a bowl on the other side of his chest and said, "It's useless in the end. In a few days, this damn thing will grow back from somewhere else."
The old lady lit the cigarette pot, took a few puffs, squinted her eyes and said, "Find a room, I want to change clothes."
Ni Qiufeng said quickly: "Hey, old lady, I will help you over. Uncle Zhao, please wait here, we will be there in a moment."
Ni Qiufeng helped the old lady into the main bedroom and changed her clothes. After coming out, the old lady started to do the trick. She kept beating the drum head with the leather whip in her hand, and her whole body was shaking like chaff.
Ni Qiufeng and Zhao Daguan were mortal, so naturally they couldn't see it. Following the old lady's movements, several strands of evil spirit slowly gathered and surrounded. The evil energy sometimes turned into a giant wolf, sometimes into a tiger, and sometimes again.
Became a goshawk.
The old lady muttered some unintelligible Manchu language, and suddenly her figure became firm. As she swung her whip, a sinister evil turned into a giant wolf, biting the ghost-faced skeleton.
The ghost-faced skeleton suddenly let out a shrill scream. Zhao Daguan could bear it at first, but after a while, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he couldn't help but howl out.
"Ah... hurry up, stop... I can't stand it anymore! Ah..."
The old lady hurriedly whipped the drum head to recall the giant wolf, and then stood there silently.
Ni Qiufeng caught a glimpse of the ghost-faced skull on Zhao Daguan's chest with deep tooth marks, and saw Zhao Daguan rolling on the ground in pain. He immediately leaned over and asked, "Old lady, how are you?"
The old lady sighed and said, "Please ask someone else to do it... I'm afraid that if I continue to treat it, the ghost-faced skeleton will be gone before the ghost-faced skeleton is removed."