Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Three: The Legend of the Condor Heroes
Fang Jing sat motionless. After Lu Feifei and the others finished speaking, he turned around and said, "I don't know if I can see you again in the future."
"The two of you have said good things before, so I won't say any more. I'll give you some advice. As an idol, your words and deeds represent more than just yourself. You should set an example for your fans. Also, don't do anything illegal after your debut.
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"Don't worry, Teacher Fang. Who dares to do anything illegal? We won't do those things."
"That's right, I won't do it, don't worry."
"Teacher Fang, here's a toast to you. Thank you for your hard work."
Seeing that no one was listening, Fang Jing remained silent and took a sip of wine, sighing slightly in his heart.
More than ten years ago, Jinsuo never thought that she would miss such a huge amount of tax. Everything was forced! Desire is like sea water, the more you drink, the thirstier you become, and you can't stop it.
At the door, Yang Mi came in, her expression was not good, she forced a smile and said: "Hey, you are all drunk, and you don't wait for me."
"I've been waiting for a long time, Sister Mi, here's a toast to you." Lu Feifei filled up the wine glass and drank it all.
"I can't drink so much." Yang Mi frowned slightly.
"It's okay. You can do whatever you want. It's up to you."
"Okay! This suits my taste."
Without drinking much, Yang Mi took a small taste and took a sip from the wine glass, exactly like when the student toasted Lu Feifei before.
Putting the bag aside, Yang Mi sat down, chatting and laughing in a humorous manner, and she couldn't tell that she was someone with something on her mind.
Fang Jing did know what happened to her. It seemed to be a family reason. It had been on the hot search just now, but he was not so troubled. He would sweep the snow in front of his house and not care about the frost on other people's tiles.
After having a meal together for more than an hour, Fang Jing was bored and prepared to leave first. He had something to do tomorrow. As soon as he left, Shen Hao, Lu Feifei, Yang Mi and others also followed, and the atmosphere at the table instantly became more relaxed.
Without a mentor, Yang Chaoyue opened up and finally had a full meal. Is it easy?
At night, in the dormitory, Feng Timo was wearing a thin shirt and hot pants that just covered his thighs. His two long white legs were dangling in the air. He was scrolling through his phone in his hand. Suddenly, a hot search came into his eyes.
"Wow! Sister Xiaomin, look!"
Holding his mobile phone, Feng Timo ran to the edge of Wang Xiaomin's bed, his eyes filled with the feeling of eating melon.
Wang Xiaomin was surprised at first, then relieved, and said casually: "This video is fake at first glance. Don't be stupid and forward it, or you will offend Yang Mi and ban you."
"I know that there are a lot of random photos on the Internet now, and I won't forward them randomly."
"What's going on? Let me see."
There was a lot of fun to be seen. Yang Chaoyue became more energetic, got up and grabbed the phone. It turned out that it was a well-known actor cheating on a female star. Pictures of the two kissing were exposed.
"This man looks familiar." Yang Chaoyue was confused at first, then his eyes widened after a few seconds, "Isn't that who he is? Instructor Yang Mi..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Xiaomin glared and scolded: "Didn't I say below that I'm going to spread rumors and hand them over to a lawyer? Don't talk about it."
"I understand!" Yang Chaoyue puffed up her cheeks and nodded, returning to the bed angrily.
It's a complete fabrication and will be handed over to lawyers. This rhetoric has been used exclusively by celebrities. They can use these words to frustrate the masses no matter what.
As long as they see a few sentences at the end of the speech, the crowd will think it is true.
Wang Xiaomin sighed in her heart, turned around and went to sleep, feeling sorry for Yang Mi. She didn't expect that she would meet such a man.
The entertainment industry is a vanity fair. It is difficult to find an intimate person in the industry. It is even more difficult to transform from a lover to a husband and wife. Now the couple is probably about to break up.
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"A small tree will not grow straight if it is not repaired, and a man will grow old for a long time if he is not repaired!"
"Good health, everything goes well, and the family is reunited."
"Thank you for being so handsome and still liking me."
"When you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about your ruler; when you live high up in the temple, you worry about your people."
The next day, Fang Jing went to Shonan Publishing House to get hundreds of physical copies of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and then he kept signing autographs and writing messages.
The Legend of the Condor Heroes has been published physically, with 100,000 copies of the first issue printed.
Selling the copyright requires the author's autograph. Fang Jing wrote Fang Hui's name and used her ID card. After receiving the book, she signed it secretly. No one knew about the whole process.
"The last martial arts book, don't regret reading it!"
"Shocked, it is said that the Condor Heroes has been released in real form. It looks better than what Fang Jing wrote. If you want to buy it, hurry up."
"Shooting the Condor or Xiaoao, who is the real martial arts?"
In order to buy books, the bookstore owner also goes to great lengths, often making all kinds of false accusations and advertising slogans, which is embarrassing.
There's no way around it. Apart from winter and summer vacation homework, the best-selling books in bookstores are online novels, which are more popular than classics.
Homework is only done twice a year during the winter and summer vacations, but novels can be sold at any time.
"Boss, come and shoot the vultures!"
"Thank you, one book is twenty!" The owner of Xuefu Bookstore happily took out a book from the bookshelf and gave it to the young man.
What he likes most is this kind of customer, who is young, open-minded and doesn't bargain.
Unlike some middle school and high school students who could sit in his store for a whole day with schoolbags weighing dozens of kilograms, unable to drive them away, and ended up not buying anything.
"Hiss! Boss, you guys are not kind." Looking at the big word "1" written on the book cover, the young man frowned, raised his head and raised his head, and read "Two Thirty Four".
Who the hell thought of selling a book in four copies?
"Hey, I just sell books. You should contact the manufacturer for this kind of thing." The bookstore owner smiled and said, "If it doesn't sell, just put it down. There are still people queuing up behind me."
Fuck!
And with this kind of service attitude, the old guy was so talkative that he really thought he was the only bookstore in the county.
After putting down the book, the young man was angry and was about to leave. A slow voice came from behind, "These volumes are signed by the author, so it's hard to get them."
"etc!"
The young man turned around and snatched the book from the bookstore owner's hand, "I want it, and there are several other volumes as well."
Books autographed by the author are rare and limited, which is rare for readers like them.
Moreover, he also knew that the author of The Condor Shooting was the legendary Fang Jing. He had been paying attention to it over the years, and someone in the Zhuxian group notified everyone to buy the book two days ago.
He also said that if anyone had an autograph, he would recycle it at a high price.
Seeing the boss smiling and reaching out to take the other volumes, the young man stepped forward quickly and said, "Old guy, I'll help you get it, bah! Old guy, not, old, old, boss."
A few minutes later, with a dark face, the bookstore owner sent the young man out of the store, looked at his back and spat out a mouthful of old phlegm.
Yuandian Tieba, a gathering place for 400,000 authors, begins a war without gunpowder.
"Hahaha! I think everyone here has no problem with saying that The Condor Shooting is a masterpiece of modern martial arts, right? This has been published."
"Bah, publishing is amazing. As long as you have money, who can't publish?"
"A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people. With this sentence, Fang Jing loses to a small tree that cannot be cultivated and cannot be straight."
"hetui!"
"The original poster said it well, but I can't get used to Fang Jing, that pretender who is both a singer and an actor, and who rushes to the streets to grab food with us."
"That's wrong. How many copies of Fang Jing's Swordsman sold and how many copies of Shooting the Condor sold? There is no comparison at all."
"Putting aside Fang Jing's personal halo and just reviewing books, Fang Jing is indeed not as good as Yingkou Lao Tie. He always writes about rivers and lakes, while Xiaoshu, who is neither self-cultivation nor straightness, elevates his feelings to his family and country. There is no comparison between the two.