"The Za family has always been like this, unconventional."
Li Chungang didn't seem to like the Zajia family either. After hearing what Lin Ke said, he snorted coldly: "It seems that because I am in the opposition and not in the government, everyone thinks that I am easy to bully."
In Li Chungang's mind, bullying Lin Ke was no different from bullying him.
"Teacher, I believe there are more partners, and I am not in a hurry for them." Lin Ke smiled: "The world is not just a world for others."
"good!"
At this moment, a weak voice sounded.
Lin Ke and Li Chungang immediately looked towards the door.
I saw Chen An appearing in the yard holding his father Chen Pingping.
"Uncle Chen, have you recovered?" Lin Ke was surprised to see Chen Pingping recover: "How is your injury?"
"It's no big deal." Chen Pingping's face was blank at this time, but his eyes seemed to be alert.
"Father woke up today and heard that a Zajia family came to buy your novel, Brother Lin, so he quickly asked me to help him over." Chen An carefully supported his father and explained to Lin Ke.
"Uncle Chen, you just woke up, why don't you go back and lie down and rest?" Lin Ke hurried over to help Chen Pingping.
Li Chungang also frowned and said: "Chen Pingping, you have just recovered from a serious illness, so you should keep your vitality!"
"It doesn't matter, I am the best storyteller in the world, so why should I be afraid of a little pain." Chen Pingping waved his hand, with a somewhat arrogant look on his face.
The best storyteller in the world!
Hearing this, everyone except Chen An looked stunned.
"The best storyteller in the world?" Lin Ke couldn't help but be stunned.
The title of No. 1 in the world...
"Heaven" is the Holy Emperor.
Being number one in the world means that all three provinces and twelve tribes are inferior to him.
Number one in the world?
"Chen Pingping... Chen An... Hanging Mountain Tea Shop..." After hearing Chen Pingping's words, Li Chungang showed a look of surprise:
"Are you the best storyteller in the world who destroyed the Xuankong Temple to save his wife Yu Xi? Everyone called you Yu Ping'an before, but your real name is Chen Pingping?"
"I just hope that my wife and children are safe." Chen Pingping shook his head when he heard this: "It's a pity those bald donkeys..."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Chen Pingping looked at Lin Ke at this time, his eyes full of appreciation: "Lin Ke, I have always liked you, and I am very pleased with your thoughts... Just as Old Man Li said
My, you, dragon and phoenix, are like no other in the world!"
You don't want to become a disciple... Lin Ke was a little ugly and a little funny, but he still bowed and said: "Uncle Chen, thank you for your good teaching."
"There is no need to be modest." Chen Pingping shook his head, and then looked at Chen An beside him: "My An'er can have you as a brother to take care of me, and I can feel a little relieved."
Chen An suddenly felt a little depressed: "Father, you..."
"It doesn't matter, I should have died thirteen years ago." Chen Pingping waved his hand and looked at Lin Ke: "This time I am just returning to the past. I don't have much time, I won't leave it until March."
Will he die before March?
Lin Ke frowned: "Uncle Chen, why don't I invite Uncle Qi to come..."
Anything is possible in this world.
With the dignity of Qi Shangshu, there are probably not many things that are difficult to accomplish.
"No, my soul has been injured a long time ago. It should have been shattered thirteen years ago, but I only suppressed it for thirteen years with my scholarly spirit and scholarly heart."
Chen Pingping laughed and said: "Not to mention Qi Shangshu, even the Holy Emperor himself probably wouldn't be able to do it in person."
Holy Emperor?
Even if the Holy Emperor comes in person!
This sentence undoubtedly has great effect.
Things that even the Holy Emperor can't do, in everyone's perception, basically mean they can't do it.
Of course, in Lin Ke's mind, there might be a way, but even the Holy Emperor couldn't do it, and they probably couldn't do it even more.
As a result, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
"I have long taken matters of life and death lightly." Chen Pingping had a smile on his pale face: "The life in the book can only survive as long as I read it, but I can exist in the world for more than three hundred and twenty years, which is enough.
"
"As expected of Yu Ping'an from 'Smiling in Hundreds of Worlds'." Li Chungang sighed: "Don't worry, I like this little guy Chen An, and I will take care of him."
"Thank you, Old Man Li." Chen Pingping smiled and nodded, and then said to Lin Ke: "I had many storyteller disciples back then. Why do we need his family to interfere in the affairs of our own novelist?"
"What's more, my novelist ancestor, Mr. Yu Chu, is still alive. Who dares to touch the beard of the semi-sage tiger?"
Yu Chu!
Yu Chu, the ancestor of novelists!
That half-saint is still alive!
After hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.
For example, Li Chungang was stunned, Chen An was excited, Chen Pingping was proud, and Lin Ke was confused.
Lin Ke's doubts were simple.
Since the old man Yu Chu was still alive, why did the storyteller end up in this land and become a lowly person?
Of course, he won't ask.
"...So, I have already contacted my disciple, and we should have the result within a few days."
"Although storytellers are humble, they are everywhere in the streets and alleys. Although they are not the mouthpiece of the world, they can still stir up gossip."
"I think, little friend Lin Ke, your approach to comics and novels is the best match for a storyteller."
Chen Pingping smiled and said: "As for the split...storytellers have always read a lot, but good books are rare."
"Storytellers like me, when we encounter a wonderful book, we have to tell it for free, not to mention books like Lin Ke's "Fight Through the Sky", which are really wonderful and wonderful."
"For such a wonderful novel, I think there are countless storytellers who are willing to make you famous, Lin Ke."
"Of course, if you, Lin Ke, are willing to share the profits for those poor children, they will definitely be even happier."
Listening to Chen Pingping's words, Lin Ke looked astonished.
Indeed!
Perhaps what book-hungry people want to see most is a good book.
In his previous life, when he came across a good book, he always read it without sleep or food. The wonderful parts would either make him gasp in admiration, or make him shed tears and sigh, or laugh like a pig.
From the fifth and sixth grade of elementary school, to junior high school and high school, to university, to graduate school, to doctorate, and then to entering the society for the first time...
Lin Ke has read many novels and naturally loves them very much.
Therefore, he can best understand the thoughts of these storytellers.
Those novels are not cultural garbage, they are not spiritual poison, they are not literary trails.
Rather, it contains the painstaking effort of the author of the novel.
The hot-blooded Xiao Yan, the Fool Klein, the stable senior brother, Xu Wufu who listens to music...
There are also the Three Kingdoms where romanticism and hegemonic realism coexist, the Water Margin where personal heroism and love and hatred coexist, and Tang Monk and the Monkey who learn from the West...
They told readers what it means to persevere, what it means to rather die than surrender, what it means to develop steadily, what it means to be in Hedong for thirty years and to Hexi in thirty years...
"Fifty-fifty." Lin Ke smiled: "You don't need to split the profits. If they sell a book, half of the income goes to them!"
Five percent?!
Chen Pingping was stunned: "This... is too much! Lin Ke, let me tell you..."
"No, Uncle Chen." Lin Ke shook his head, his eyes bright: "I am also a novelist, and I am also a storyteller."