Early the next morning, Fei An packed himself up and couldn't wait to get on the car heading to Yongzhou.
When he arrived in front of Hongyin Bookstore, Fei An couldn't help but take several deep breaths of Yongzhou's morning air.
The Chinese New Year has not yet completely passed, and many breakfast stalls have appeared on the street.
He saw shopkeeper Ning at a glance, standing in front of the Hongyin Bookstore looking at him.
Fei An smiled slightly and said to himself that shopkeeper Ning was quite sensible.
Shopkeeper Ning didn't act very attentive, he just looked like he didn't expect it.
"I really didn't think he was really one of yours. I thought he was Xiaoxiao from somewhere and wanted to deceive Mr. Fei and me into taking away the article we had discussed."
This was said in a very high standard, neither too close nor too unfamiliar.
Fei An is the one who likes this the most.
He quickly raised his chin: "Can Shopkeeper Ning please download the article now?"
Shopkeeper Ning groaned and looked around: "There are many people here, so let's go in and take a look."
After finishing speaking, shopkeeper Ning walked in without looking at Fei An again.
Fei An nodded secretly, he was extremely sure that what shopkeeper Ning wrote must be something he liked.
He admired talents like Shopkeeper Ning very much.
It's just a pity that shopkeeper Ning belongs to Chen Jinjun, and his report titled "Yongrong Dance Hall" should have offended Chen Jinjun.
However, some time has passed. Since Chen Jinjun has not come to trouble him, doesn't it mean that he...
But this was just Feian's momentary thought.
As soon as he entered Hongyin Bookstore, shopkeeper Ning scratched his head in confusion.
"I can't remember where I put it yesterday. It should be inside. Mr. Fei, please come with me and have a cup of tea by the way."
He said it so sincerely that Fei Anxin believed it was true.
Think about it, the master of Juren who was once unattainable to me, now invites me into his room for tea for a manuscript. It is really elegant.
"Actually, for me, I still prefer fine wine to tea, but since it's shopkeeper Ning who's doing the favor, no matter how good the wine is, it can't compare."
He was using Shopkeeper Ning to promote himself both inside and outside of his words, but from the moment he walked in the door, he was already prey in a trap.
The door behind him slammed shut, and Fei An stiffened.
Because, in the dark back room, there was no so-called steaming hot tea, but only a group of people standing in front of him. The leader with oily hair sneered and put a sack on him.
"Who are you?" Fei An struggled hard, but in the final analysis Fei An was just a scholar, so how could he be the opponent of these ruthless gangsters?
Xu Fanming tightened the mouth of the sack tightly and spat angrily: "What kind of thing is worthy of me?"
Shopkeeper Ning stood aside and smiled happily: "Aren't you afraid that something will go wrong? You are the most reliable person."
After finishing speaking, shopkeeper Ning looked Fei An up and down several times.
Fei An yelled: "What do you mean by Ning?"
Hearing his angry voice, shopkeeper Ning grinned: "What do I mean? Mr. Fei, do you think I can be as thoughtful as you?"
The group of people took Fei An directly to the library behind Hongyin Bookstore.
"Tell me, who wrote the article about the Yongrong Dance Hall?" Shopkeeper Ning opened the sack on Fei An's head and forced him to look at him.
Shopkeeper Ning put away his usual scholarly demeanor and looked up and down at Fei An with a look of disdain.
Fei An really couldn't stand it. He realized that he had been deceived by shopkeeper Ning. Fortunately, he was overjoyed and looking forward to shopkeeper Ning's manuscript. The co-author named Ning had no intention of publishing the story about Chen Jinjun.
Write a special article for yourself.
Or it can be said that he didn't have it at all...
"Did you not write that article at all?" he asked shopkeeper Ning through gritted teeth.
Shopkeeper Ning curled his lips: "I wrote it, of course I did. I, Ning Zikai, am not someone who breaks my word."
After finishing speaking, shopkeeper Ning looked at Fei An's somewhat astonished eyes and couldn't help but chuckle: "However, if a person like you can publish such a report for Yongrong Dance Hall, I really don't dare to publish this article.
Leave it to you.
What if, if our employer's reputation gets worse, all the money will go into your pocket, and I, Ning Zikai, will be left with nothing, right?"
After finishing speaking, shopkeeper Ning reached out and patted Fei An's face, which was already distorted with anger.
Xu Fanming watched clearly from the side and felt that the tone of shopkeeper Ning's words was very similar to Chen Jinjun's.
Could it be possible...are all those with the royal family name like this?
But in the next second, Xu Fanming gave up this idea.
I saw shopkeeper Ning holding a copy of the Northwest Evening News in his hand, rolled it into a tube, and slapped Fei An hard on the face.
"See for yourself what you are writing! Are you worthy of your own pen? Are you worthy of all the printing presses in your newspaper?"
As he spoke, shopkeeper Ning's hand became more and more cruel.
Xu Fanming stood aside and couldn't help but take a step away, for fear that the small space in the library would limit the development of shopkeeper Ning.
He was secretly stunned. Shopkeeper Ning was ruthless enough. The bull market in the officialdom had not slowed down at all. At the beginning, he saw that Fei An had bad intentions, but he didn't say anything at the time. He just waited until the incident at the Yongrong Dance Hall.
As soon as the incident happened, we immediately fell out.
Fei An was also beaten into confusion by shopkeeper Ning, and he was completely knocked out by the newspaper in shopkeeper Ning's hand.
But even so, he still said stubbornly: "You make your money, I make mine, and no one of us blocks the other's way!"
vomit--
Before he finished speaking, shopkeeper Ning put the rolled-up newspaper in his hand directly into Fei An's mouth where he was speaking.
Shopkeeper Ning let go of his hand and let the newspaper fall to the ground. He lowered his head and looked at Fei An: "It seems you are quite proud?"
Later, shopkeeper Ning asked aggressively: "Do you think you're doing a good job? You claim to be a scholar, but in reality? Can you look in the mirror and see if you have that scholarly look?"
Fei'an was scolded so hard that he couldn't say a word, but his neck was still stiff, for fear that everyone present would not know that he was dissatisfied.
Xu Fanming couldn't stand what he saw now. He raised his hand and pointed the knife: "Shopkeeper Ning, is this method more effective to deal with people like him?"
Shopkeeper Ning was stunned when he saw the dagger in Xu Fanming's hand. He raised his eyes and met Xu Fanming's eyes, and immediately slapped his thigh: "You are right. The old saying goes well. When a scholar encounters a soldier, it is reasonable to explain it clearly.
, not to mention, our Mr. Fei, he is not being reasonable."
What has to be said is that Shopkeeper Ning has not been an official in the court for a long time, and has never really been in contact with the center of power, but he has most likely imitated the appearance of those in power.
In addition, he was a civil servant, so Fei An could not get any benefit from him.
Shopkeeper Ning showed a meaningful smile, which sent shivers down Fei An's back.