Xiaopang Wang Changshou is a student of Fudan High School. His academic performance is not very good. Although he is not a "slack student", he is also the last in the grade.
If it were a public school, Wang Changshou would not be able to enter with his academic performance. Fortunately, Fudan High School is a private middle school, and Wang Changshou's family was willing to pay the tuition, so naturally Wang Changshou had to study.
By the way, Wang Changshou's father opened a factory with someone else. Although he was not a rich man, he could still be considered a small capitalist.
After school, Wang Changshou stood at the school gate early and waited for the coachman at home to pick him up.
At this time, a newspaper boy who was as old as him came over and said to Wang Changshou: "Young master, should you buy a newspaper?"
"Newspaper? I don't even want to read books, so why do I read newspapers!" Wang Changshou muttered in his heart, but an impatient expression appeared on his face. He curled his lips and said, "Let's go, I won't read that thing!"
"My newspaper is so beautiful!" the newspaper boy continued.
"What can newspapers look good about? They are not the same." Wang Changshou snorted coldly.
The newspaper boy continued, "My newspaper is different from others. If you don't believe it, I can let you read it first. After reading it, you think it's good, and then buy it. If you think it's not good, I will give it back to me and I won't take any penny."
The newspaper boy said, handing over a newspaper, but the newspaper was folded into a square size of a slap.
"I'll let me read the newspaper for nothing if I don't charge money?" Wang Changshou looked at the newspaper boy with some vigilance.
The newspaper boy continued, "Young master, you must be waiting here for the car. Anyway, you are waiting here. Why not look at the newspaper and have fun. It's just a newspaper, and you can't suffer any loss or be fooled if you open it!"
"That's right, it's boring to wait here, so let's take a look." Wang Changshou took the newspaper from the newspaper boy and saw that he was reading the contents of the newspaper folded to the size of a palm.
This is a story that looks dull, with an average writing style and an average plot, with no ups and downs or reversals at all, as if it is narrating something.
However, there are some edges in the content of this story!
When Wang Changshou saw this "edge ball", he seemed to open a new door.
"What is this? It's the first time I've seen this kind of thing. The story can still be written like this! It's so exciting! It's so embarrassing! Is this annoying? Should I throw this thing away? But I've only read half of the story, and I have to finish it if I throw it away!"
Schools in the Republic of China period had begun to promote Western-style education. Although they would not teach anything like the old private schools, they would never have unhealthy content. Students would definitely not see such romantic stories on weekdays.
Moreover, Wang Changshou doesn't like reading, and he is too lazy to read textbooks, let alone extracurricular books. He has never read many of the four masterpieces, contemporary works, and famous foreign literary works, and has not high requirements for literary works. This kind of Fengyue work with no outstanding writing style is quite suitable for Wang Changshou's taste.
Wang Changshou swallowed silently. Although this story of Fengyue was just a bit of a trait, it was so exciting for this little boy who was in adolescence. This palm-sized text even made Wang Changshou feel hot all over and unable to stop.
Wang Changshou's performance fell into Chen Qiang's eyes.
"Look at this bear who has never seen the world! You can be so excited when you watch a story of Fengyue. If you see the action blockbuster film made by this Japanese teacher in the future, you will not be excited to spray a few liters of nosebleeds and faint!" Chen Qiang complained in his heart, and at the same time he knew that he had found the right customer.
"Young master, what do you think? Do you look good?" Chen Qiang asked.
"Yeah, it looks good!" Wang Changshou nodded.
"The rest is better. Should the young master buy this newspaper back and study it slowly?" Chen Qiang continued.
"Yeah, how much does it cost?" Wang Changshou asked subconsciously.
"4 cents." Chen Qiang stretched out his hand.
4 cents, for Chen Qiang, it is a luxury when eating noodles, adding an egg.
But for a young master like Wang Changshou, it is nothing. His monthly pocket money can cost 10 or 20 yuan, which is comparable to the monthly income of an ordinary laborer. For Wang Changshou, he is too lazy to pick up 4 cents when he is hung on the ground.
Taking out money and buying newspapers, Wang Changshou couldn't wait to start reading the rest of the content, while Chen Qiang moved towards his next goal.
"The person wearing glasses looks like a nerd, and most of them are also an otaku, so he is the only one!" Chen Qiang walked over and asked with a smile: "Young master, do you buy newspapers? My newspaper is so beautiful!"
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After Wang Changshou returned home, he plunged into his room directly, then sat at the desk, turned on the desk lamp, and carefully studied the tabloid in his hand over and over again.
The more you look at it, the more you become imaginative!
I've read it once and want to read it again!
I really want to be the protagonist in the story!
The girl in the story must be very beautiful!
As a fat man, he has never touched a girl's hand on weekdays. Now the tabloid in front of him has made him discover a new world!
This satisfies his adolescent fantasy!
Wang Changshou read every story in Fengyue tabloid several times, and a newspaper with poor quality was almost broken by him. It was not until after dinner that Wang Changshou left the desk.
On that night, Wang Changshou suffered from insomnia. The story in the Fengyue tabloid was so exciting for Wang Changshou. Even if it was just a few edge balls, it was enough to make Wang Changshou secrete hormones continuously, making him so excited that he couldn't sleep.
At this time, Wang Changshou felt that there were too few stories in this Fengyue tabloid, and it seemed too unsatisfactory!
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The next afternoon, when it was time for school again, Wang Changshou walked out of the school gate early, and then looked around and looked for Chen Qiang's figure.
Finally, Wang Changshou saw Chen Qiang.
"That newspaper seller, come here!" Wang Changshou waved to Chen Qiang.
When Chen Qiang saw that he was an old customer, he immediately walked over with a smile: "Young Master, are you buying a newspaper?"
"Buy a newspaper!" Wang Changshou looked around with guilt, then asked in a low voice: "Is there any newspaper like yesterday?"
"Yes, of course there!" Chen Qiang said, and actually took out a stack of romantic tabloids from his bag.
"Young master, this is ten." Chen Qiang said.
"What do I want so much to do!" Wang Changshou said with some displeasure.
"Young Master, each of these ten newspapers is different." Chen Qiang blinked at Wang Changshou and then said, "And they are all the kind you want to read."
Ten new worlds!
Wang Changshou's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to say, "I want them all!"
"Okay, 40 cents, you can pack the newspaper!" Chen Qiang handed the newspaper to Wang Changshou and then collected 40 cents.
Based on a 50% off profit, this transaction made 20 cents and a day’s meal money was earned.
The fat man Wang Changshou, opposite, held the ten fame tabloids with satisfaction. He seemed to feel that with these ten fame tabloids, there was no need to eat supper.
Top ten "spiritual food" to keep your fill!
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Chapter completed!