He is not yet famous yet, and it only takes sixty yen to refinish his manuscripts. Once he is famous, he can write and write casually, which is the money that ordinary people at the bottom can earn in a month, or even several months.
The difference is obvious!
However, although Bai Gui didn't care, others saw him reaching out and handing the ten-day coin in front of Xunzi.
I was a little surprised!
This is more than two months’ salary for most civilians!
Such a lavish spend?!
This is also Bai Gui's purpose. If the news about his refusal today spreads, speaking from the customs, I don't know if this young geisha can withstand the cynicism of her peers.
Being rejected never looks good…
Perhaps, his ten days of yen could help a little and prevent her from being looked down upon.
Even when walking in the rain, I always want to hold an umbrella for others.
A little kindness.
"Put it away."
Bai Gui imitated the editor-in-chief of Nagano, pretending to be cool and inserted the 10-yen note into the open collar of Xunzi's kimono, and then stroked the collar to prevent the note from falling.
When I retracted my fingers, my fingertips were stained with some whitening powder.
Creamy.
Xunzi lowered his head.
There is no hidden color in her fair face and collarbones.
But her expression at the moment should be crimson.
Bai Gui guessed this. He picked up the teapot again and poured a cup of tea into his own tea cup. At this time, the tea was still warm and palatable. It was slightly astringent in the mouth, but soon it became sweet again.
During the dinner, the conversation and laughter continued.
This was just a small episode. Although Tokayen was shocked, they would not let them say a few words. The people present were not as good as Tokayen, but they were not as generous as him.
Xunzi continued to play the shamisen. The sound of the instrument was similar to that of the Tang Zheng, and it was not much different from usual.
The next day, Sunday.
After drinking some sake, when Bai Gui woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
He is in the newspaper office at the moment.
Pushing away the thin silk quilt, he yawned and rubbed his eyes.
Wash your face and brush your teeth.
"Editor Bai, my colleagues in the printing department worked hard on one page last night and finally got the typesetting done. Now we have printed a hundred copies of Chuchu, and we are working hard on the remaining copies."
The first time he saw Bai Guiqi, Nobuo Nakajima handed him a stack of newspapers.
The newspaper still smells of ink, freshly cut newsprint.
Bai Gui glanced at the newspaper. In addition to the news published in the past few days, the large frame on the back page was basically the content of the novel. The printed words were not large, one page could contain three to four thousand words, a total of eight
Open pages of newspaper.
If it were a major newspaper, this would be nonsense.
But nowadays there is too little entertainment. If a small newspaper can have a good novel, it is normal to publish it like this.
"OK, alright."
He rolled up the newspaper and stuffed it into his schoolbag.
When Bai Gui was about to walk out of the entrance hall, he was suddenly startled for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something, and then stepped back and said to Nobuo Nakajima: "Please Nakajima-kun, please give me the hundred newspapers you just printed. I will use them."
"
"This is money to buy newspapers!"
He took the money out of his pocket and handed it over.
"Editor Bai, what's the point of having so many newspapers?"
Nobuo Nakajima was surprised.
"You also know that I am currently studying in No. 1 High School, and Tian Ju is the deputy director of the student department. I will take these hundred newspapers back to No. 1 High School and distribute them to the students of No. 1 High School..."
Bai Gui said.
Nobuo Nakajima knew about this and nodded, "I'll go to the printing department to get it. It's just that it's hard to get a hundred newspapers. I'll have someone call a carriage for you."
After a while, the loaded newspapers were already placed on the carriage.
Arrive at First High School.
Bai Gui and the carriage driver placed the newspaper at the school gate.
"You are actually a student of No. 1 High School?" The carriage driver's expression changed and he became somewhat respectful.
At first, he saw that Bai Gui was wearing a suit, without a student cap or a crotch uniform, so he thought he had other things to do when he came to Hachioji City, but he didn't expect to go straight to Ichigo.
"Yes."
Bai Gui replied.
The coachman said a few more words to Bai Gui and left happily.
No. 1 High School is the best high school in Japan.
This is a very common thing.
Enter the house.
"Mingda, Huai Xian, do me a favor and send these newspapers to the students studying abroad."
Bai Gui said to the two people who were studying beside him.
"Brother Meihe, what are you doing?"
Wu Huaixian was a little stunned, "If you are short of money, tell me. I still have more than three hundred yen in my pocket. In a few days, my mother will send money by mail, which will be enough for the two of us."
He thought that Bai Gui was in a pinch after spending 70 yen on dinner expenses.
So I went to work-study at a newspaper office, bought newspapers, and then sold them. In Qin Province, there were such newspaper boys. After coming to Japan, it was not uncommon.
"No, I applied for the position of editor-in-chief at a newspaper in Bunkyo District. The monthly salary is thirty-five yen, and there are also royalties for writing books. Well... this newspaper is the newspaper I wrote recently. It was very appreciated by the people at the newspaper, and it was published immediately.
."
Bai Gui explained.
It is not good to confess some things to Wu Huaixian and Liu Mingda, and it would not be good to involve the two of them. Therefore, some white lies are also needed.
Moreover, he was not lying.
Everything said is true.
It's just that some things are hidden.
"That's right, then I will appreciate Brother Meihe's masterpiece."
The two of them smiled.
One person took a newspaper, turned to the novel column, and read it carefully. Although it was written in Japanese, most of the characters were the same as Chinese characters. Besides, they also knew Japanese, so there was no problem that they could not understand it.
"Da Qin?"
"Brother Meihe, you wrote well. You also wrote about the character of our Qin people. What a great talent! You and the old Qin fought against the national calamity together!"
"Well..., reform! Good! What Shang Yang said to Qin Xiaogong was critical of current affairs. The Qin State was weak and if it wanted to become strong, it had to reform to become stronger! Qin Xiaogong's recruitment order was good, and the recruitment office was well established...
"
Liu Mingda's eyes lit up and he praised quickly.
The main characters in the story about the Great Qin Empire are the Qin State. They are very familiar with this place and have lived there for seventeen or eight years. Now that they have come to Japan, it is also the time when they are nostalgic. When I saw this novel, I couldn’t be more happy than before.
It's inevitable.
They also doubted that Bai Gui could write this novel. It is normal for a Sanyuan scholar, a native of this province, who ruled the Spring and Autumn Period to write this book.
"This is a good article, I will send the newspaper to them right now!"
Liu Mingda took a stack of newspapers, ran out of the paper partition door, ran to the corridor, and handed out a newspaper to everyone in the dormitory.
"I am coming too!"
Wu Huai did not fall behind.
Uproar!
There was an uproar!
Under these newspapers, more than 80 students studying in Japan were excited one by one.
Reform! Recruitment order!
Which one does not fit the current theme!
In particular, Baigui Kick Gym Yigao and all the kendo gyms and judo clubs of Dongda have united the strength of all the students studying in Yigao. Isn't it like a weak Qin surrounded by six countries, but a weak Qin is weak!
Da Qin is destined to unify the six countries!
There will be no truce until the blood is shed dry!