Cooperating with Huangchenggen Bookstore, it is only a matter of time before the arithmetic problem set is pirated by the other party.
The copyright established during the Republic of China has certain binding force on large and medium-sized publishing institutions, but for pirated printing workshops and private bookstores like Huangchenggen Bookstore, it is equivalent to paper in the toilet.
In this era, people's awareness of the rights to protect genuine books is very weak, almost non-existent. Most people don't even realize that there is anything wrong with pirated books. Instead, they feel that genuine books are too expensive.
Take Yu Hua's arithmetic textbook as an example. A genuine copy costs NT$4.00, while a pirated copy of three copies costs only NT$90. The difference in price is NT$3.1.
This is why genuine books are so expensive.
As for why not find genuine bookstores and printing plants?
Even if you print at your own expense, other genuine bookstores will still have to review the manuscript, study and discuss it, and the probability of rejection is extremely high, and large and medium-sized printing houses will look down on Yu Hua and others.
Pirate dealers like Huangchenggen Bookstore are the only printing channels that Yu Hua has access to at this stage.
"The matter about the collection of wrong questions in mathematics has been decided for the time being. There is no rush for the collection of wrong questions in other subjects and similar tutoring materials. At this stage, the focus is still on improving my mathematics level, and I cannot put the cart before the horse. After this period of time, I feel
It's no problem to get about 85 points in the arithmetic test. When I get back, I'll ask Mr. Luo for a simulated arithmetic test paper to see what my score is." After turning a corner, it was not far from Jinguo Hutong, and Yu Hua went straight towards home.
Think in your mind and make a decision.
Regarding the piracy of the question book, Yu Hua was unable to solve it and could only use the time difference to seek maximum profits.
In the future, we need reliable helpers to sell math problem sets, and we happen to have brother and sister Xu Rui from Sichuan Province.
Three days have passed since the start of school, and it is now the tenth day of the first lunar month. Taking advantage of the opportunity to go out this weekend, I went back home to have a look.
Ping'anli Street was bustling and noisy, with passers-by constantly coming and going, and roadside vendors shouting. Just like in the past, Yu Hua was walking on the right side of the street when the street in front of him suddenly became surrounded. Twenty or thirty people formed a circle, as if they were watching something lively.
what's the situation?
It is the nature of Chinese people to watch the excitement.
Yu Hua was no exception. He looked at the crowd in front of him with some curiosity. He walked forward, came to the edge of the crowd, and took a look in the middle, but he never thought that the scene in front of him would make him stunned.
I saw a delicate and elegant Buick car parked in the middle of the street. Two men in Western clothes stood beside the car with indifferent faces. Both of them had square sanitary mustaches on the tips of their noses, looking powerful and powerful.
The appearance of momentum.
A few meters in front of the car, a woman in tattered clothes was lying unconscious in a pool of blood. The headlight on the left side was stained with blood.
Next to the woman squatted a little girl, wearing a shabby coat full of dirt and patches. She was thin and her face was blue from the cold. Her feet were wrapped in gray cloth, with all five toes exposed.
The little girl squatting on the ground pushed the woman lying paralyzed on the ground with both hands, trying to wake her up, but her strength was too weak to push her. Then the little girl took the woman's cold right hand, shook it with difficulty, and whispered
Shouting: "Mother..."
The woman on the ground remained motionless, no matter how the little girl called.
"mother!"
The little girl's big eyes showed ignorance and confusion. She looked around and wondered what happened to her mother. Her words were a little anxious. Her mother told her not to lie on the ground in winter, otherwise she would freeze to death.
Looking at the little girl squatting next to the woman, the crowd gathered around sighed. Many people turned away and couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of them. They knew very well that the little girl's mother had been hit by a car and died.
Little Japanese drivers will not be punished.
"Poor baby, my mother is just gone."
"No, that little Japanese car was driving so fast that it knocked people away in no time."
"It's really a sin. The little Japanese guy who drove the car didn't even apologize."
"Damn it, when will this day end?"
In the crowd, there were constant discussions, and a feeling of sadness and anger permeated the surroundings, with nowhere to be released.
"Uncle, I dare to ask why the other party is so calm. Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the patrol police?" Yu Hua looked at the two Japanese who looked indifferent and even disdained to talk, and then looked at the little boy on the ground who called his mother over and over again.
The girl couldn't help but clench her right hand tightly. She couldn't help but speak out when she heard the people talking quietly in her ears.
"Shh, keep your voice down. If you let those two Japanese hear it, you won't want to live. If you are caught by the patrol later, you will have to shed two layers of skin even if you don't die." The middle-aged uncle who had just cursed quietly was startled.
He quickly signaled Yu Hua to lower his voice, looked at Yu Hua dressed as a student, his eyes softened a lot, and reminded him carefully.
Yu Hua was stunned. He didn't expect that he would deliberately lower his voice when speaking. He took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness and anger in his heart: "Uncle, isn't the other party afraid of the patrol police?"
"Why are people afraid of the police? Look at the license plate. It has a Japanese character on the front and a red arithmetic symbol on the back. This car belongs to the Japanese Embassy in Dongjiaomin Lane."
Hearing Yu Hua's question, the middle-aged uncle shook his head, assuming that Yu Hua was a student and did not understand these common senses. He sighed and pointed to the Buick license plate in the middle: "Wait a minute when the patrolman comes. Not to mention bowing his head.
Do you have to be nice and arrest me? I'm afraid that you and I will be arrested, and this woman's death will be in vain."
Dongjiaomin Lane.
This place is the eternal pain in the hearts of the people of Peiping. The land belongs to Peiping, but the right of ownership does not belong to China.
Dongjiaomin Lane, officially known as Embassy Street, the Embassy District of Peking, originated in 1840. After the Treaty of Xinchou, various countries entered Peiping, forcibly occupied the Dongjiaomin Lane area, expelled the Chinese in the area, and did not allow Chinese to live in or establish government offices. Administrative power
, the management rights and ownership belong to the embassy, and China has no right to interfere. It can be called a country within a country.
The Chinese have no right to interfere with cars coming from Dongjiaomin Lane, and this is why the other party has no worries.
"Dongjiaominxiang..." After listening to the middle-aged uncle's story, Yu Hua felt as if his chest had been hit by a heavy hammer. He felt a sense of depression brewing in his heart. He wanted to do something, but found that he seemed to be unable to do anything.
I can only watch helplessly.
The middle-aged uncle sighed in a low voice: "This is China's depression. On our land, if our people are killed, our patrol policemen have to bow to little Japan."
He has seen too many similar things like killing a Chinese man by car, almost too many to count. In the end, there is only one result: the foreigners are fine, and the Chinese who encounter trouble ask for it.
In the past, the British were arrogant and arrogant, and then all the countries in the world were arrogant and arrogant. Now, little Japan is sitting on China's head, shitting and pissing, arrogant and arrogant.
The people watching were still talking, and even though they were talking, their voices were deliberately lowered. They didn't even dare to answer the two Japanese standing next to the Buick for fear of causing trouble.
This is not a concession, this is not Dongjiaomin Alley, but it is even scarier than the above places.
Because, only Chinese people and dogs are not allowed to enter during the lease, and unrelated persons are not allowed to enter Dongjiaomin Alley, but here, two Japanese can be lawless, and there is no moral or legal restraint on each other.
As for the reason?
Quite simply, China is weak.
"Mom..." the little girl still called.
China is sluggish.
Yu Hua gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, and his fists were angular. He looked at the two Japanese with calm faces, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes. He was not impulsive. Before he had enough strength, any impulsive behavior seemed weak.
Fists can't solve anything, but knowledge can!
After waiting for a while, the nearby Anli patrol police arrived soon. Sure enough, just as the middle-aged uncle said, a team of patrol police arrived at the scene, learned what happened, checked the woman's condition, and confirmed her death.
Not long after, two patrol policemen waved their batons to drive away the crowd, clearing the passage for the two Japanese to drive away.
The conversation was all cordial, and some of them were flattering. From the time they hit the woman to death and drove away, the two Japanese didn't even apologize.
The onlookers clenched their fists, and many looked at the Buick car that was leaving quickly, showing hatred, but no one dared to do anything.
"It's all gone, it's all gone, why are you still hanging around? Hurry up and disperse, this stick in my hand is not a vegetarian!" After handling the matter, a patrol policeman with a fierce face glared at the crowd and waved his hand.
baton, shouting at the surrounding crowd.
The crowd around him secretly cursed the lackeys and quickly dispersed. Yu Hua also retreated to the side of the street, his eyes falling on the little girl who was still pushing the woman's body in the center of the street. After the patrol police left, they walked towards the center of the street.
The patrol officers are not responsible for collecting corpses, there are people to do this.