Chapter 64 Chapter Six

In the end, Guangnan spent three days reading "Brick Street Espionage Tactics Gold".He only read during his lunch break and on the tram ride home.The morning is the rush hour for work, so it is impossible to spread out the booklet. After reading it, he fell into a mild state of excitement.I, who hated reading, actually finished reading a novel—I did have such a sense of accomplishment.But what makes his blood boil more than this is that he can't doubt the interestingness of the work at all. That man could write such a thing! Needless to say, he was a complete novice at fiction, and he was self-aware of that.However, he knew that "Brick Street Espionage Tactics Gold" was a fascinating work.The bookstore clerks are right, Tang Sangui is very talented.Moreover, not only that, he is also strict with himself, so tough that he will never compromise.

That night, Guangnan invited Ohara out for a drink, and he went to the same tavern as before. "What happened then?" After drinking a few cups of draft beer, Ohara asked with undisguised curiosity, "Your daughter's marriage partner, did you let them break up later?" "No." Seeing Guangnan shaking his head, Ohara immediately frowned. "It's been a few months since then? The longer it drags on, the more troublesome it will be!" "But he seems very talented." "Talent? Hmph, is that thing reliable? If you are talented, you will be successful. The world is not full of Nobel Prize winners and gold medalists! I made a painting!" Ohara seemed a little drunk, and what he said was as harsh and precise as ever.

"You're right." Guangnan had no choice but to agree. "What did that person write? Suwa, have you read it?" "Well, actually, I just finished reading it today." Guangnan took out the book from his purse, "This one is quite interesting." "Huh... "Brick Street Espionage Tactics Gold"? The title is really strange." "This gold has a deep meaning." "Oh." Ohara didn't seem to care. At this moment, a voice came: "Ah, I have read that book too." Looking back, a man who was sitting at the bar and about the same age as Guangnan was looking down.

"Oh, is it?" "Well, it's interesting, and it's the best book I've read this year." Mitsuo almost involuntarily said "thank you". "However, eighteen hundred yuan is too expensive, isn't it? Did you buy it at a bookstore?" "Yes indeed." The man opened his mouth wide in surprise. "You really bought that kind of thing. I really don't understand what you think!" "Didn't you buy it?" The man waved his hand. "Is there still a need to buy it? What a waste! Me, I always go to the library to borrow books I want to read."

"Going to the library...?" "Yes. You can do the same from now on! Spending money on a mere novel is something a fool would do!" "Fool?" Guangnan felt his cheeks twitch. "It's just that it takes some time to wait for the popular books to be read by myself, and sometimes it takes nearly half a year to wait. The library is too stingy, so I just need to stock more popular books. " "Would you have to wait even then? Don't you want to read it sooner?" "I think so, that's needless to say. There are new and used bookstores when I really want to read it. No matter what book, it will appear in the new and used bookstore within a week after it is published. After you buy it and read it, you can sell it to the new and used bookstore. Free to read, but much cheaper."

"But in that case, wouldn't the publishing house and the author not be able to make any money?" "Ah?" The other party showed an expression as if he hadn't reacted, "What are you talking about? I don't care about that kind of thing." "But if everyone did what you did, all the novelists would starve to death!" The man snorted. "So what? Don't be a novelist if you don't want to. Besides, it doesn't matter if the small group of people work hard. They just write something they like carelessly to earn other people's money. They have no shame!"

"Write something you like so-so?" Guangnan stood up, "You try to say it again?" "What, do you have any dissatisfaction?" The man stared back at him. "I don't even know how much sweat the novelist put in, so don't talk nonsense here!" "Then you understand?" "Better than you!" "How much do you know? Tell me!" "They exhausted their efforts to write a work." "Hmph! What! It doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with me anyway!" The man turned his face away and scratched his neck, "There is no way to compete with a fool."

Something snapped in Guangnan's mind.He picked up the wine glass and splashed beer all over the man's face. "What are you doing?!" The man's fist flew over.