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Lin Yihan established the "Our Origin" studio in the Jinwu Hotel to compile family trees for people. As your business expands, you need to recruit writers. After the recruitment notice was issued, Lin Yihan did not expect that the applicants would be so enthusiastic. Most of them are retirees, including retired middle school teachers, administrative cadres who have retired to the second line, and staff who have retired from the History Office. Lin Yihan was not satisfied with these people. The teacher's writing skills are good, but he is old-fashioned. Needless to say about the cadres, they carry teacups, read newspapers, and care too much about their remuneration. And the people in the Shizhi Office relied too much on research. Every person and thing, even a hair, must have a source. Lin Yihan doesn't need these people, they can't work. To put it bluntly, the person Lin Yihan wants must be good at lying and must be able to make up lies. It is the principle of the studio to do nothing more than to make customers happy.

Lin Yihan took jobs everywhere. It is easier, easier, more interesting, and more enjoyable to do negative reporting than to do positive reporting. As a reporter for a prefecture-level tabloid, it is really frustrating and annoying to follow regional or county and city leaders all day long and write some tofu articles. A veteran like Lin Yihan was very disdainful of this. Negative reports are different. They go deep into counties and cities and dig out problems in a certain unit. Then it is published in the newspaper. This is called exposure. Sky! Who is not afraid? Now we have to dig out the problem, and we have to dig it out accurately. In the education system, schools charge arbitrary fees. In the medical system, doctor-patient disputes arise one after another. Food safety, prices, and law enforcement agencies are running amok. You can write anything, but as soon as you write, it will turn into a mess, up and down. Lin Yihan knows it deeply and is passionate about it. Because as long as there is chaos, he can gain benefits. This requires a good grasp of the heat.

Don't you want to do something else? There are many things you can do in the city, and you don't have to be a bricklayer. Think about what Lao Liu Gouri did, it is both a lesson and an experience. If you can do this once, you will have no worries in your life. Wang Mingli was silent for a while and said, I still work as a bricklayer and don't want to do anything else. Bricklayers can also be famous. Didn't Mr. Lin become famous as bricklayers? Then go ahead and do your job as a bricklayer. Liu Jinbiao had a sullen face and said, "I'll ask you about Liu Minghui's bad days." I will tell you as soon as I have news. Wang Mingli used the little money Lin Dashuan gave him to buy the ticket until the end of the first lunar month. During this period, Wang Mingli always lived in Lin Dashuan's work shed. He went to the street every day, but he didn't even see the ghost of Liu Minghui.

Since having Xiao Dan, Su Changhe has actually gained the strange peace he always wanted. The peace that came to him unexpectedly was very much like the joy that a sinner can feel when he is converted to religion. Peace comes slowly, and it permeates every inconspicuous day. Su Changhe couldn't help but tell Sun Shulan, "Peace is such a rare thing." Sun Shulan almost cried when she heard what he said. The reason why Su Changhe cares about tranquility so much is because he was not peaceful before and was very irritable. For a while, he even thought that irritability might be part of his personality.

What novels need to outline, describe, present and preserve are precisely these two things: time and history. No matter whether the appearance is blurred or clear, the shape of time in words in reality will eventually reach the form of garrison. The writer penetrates it, nationalizes the liquid and flowing time, and then makes "slices" of time. Those slices of time are like playing cards. Or to imagine otherwise, they are like walking "specimens". A butterfly or a leaf can be made into a specimen. Then, a piece of time and a piece of history should be fine. Whether it's sliced ​​or cupped, I'm talking about books now. Good books that try to own and preserve their era.

The novel tells the story of the Longgui Group in Xingfu County from its rise to decline. It illustrates the principle that "any unjust person will be killed" and reflects people's yearning and pursuit of a happy and beautiful life. With the spirit of "wanting to live like a big shot", Li Guishu relied on his wisdom and various means to create his own money empire-Longgui Building in Xingfu County, with the power to call the wind and rain. Everyone in the Longgui Building seems to be full of passion, but in fact they all have their own agendas. Behind all the pomp, glamour, and prominence, there are hidden various plots, hypocrisy, and interests. This is a veritable "shadow building." As the real estate developer Mr. Ouyang, the mining businessman Chen Dengshan, and the driver Xiao Wang carefully calculated against Longgui, the Longgui Group's economy was hollowed out, the building was about to collapse, and internal corruption was exposed to the world. At this time, Li Guishu, who was soaked in vanity and lust for power, woke up from his dream. In the end, he chose to destroy this leaning building together...

Feilong Chemical Plant is located at the entrance of the village and is built against the mountain. Behind it is Bailong Mountain. The high courtyard wall is made of red bricks and is as tall as a person. The current height is due to reinforcement. It was covered with broken glass and iron spikes. In the past, the fence only had three sides, and the hillside behind it was steep. Later, a fence was built to take advantage of the mountain. The winding walls look like a heavily guarded prison or a military restricted area. As for that part of the hillside, it looks like a mysterious stronghold from the bushes. The gate facing the village entrance is very grand, even more majestic than the telecommunications building in the town. Silk colored flags were erected on the gate tower, fluttering in the wind. The chemical plant was as quiet as a prison. The roar of the machine does not sound noisy from outside the wall, but is slightly dull and mute. The workers all live in the town, and there are dormitories in the town. Several buses take workers to and from get off work every day.

Li Yulan is back, which is a big event in Yandeng Village. The day she came back, it rained a little. She jumped up and down on the muddy village road in Yandeng Village. Many people have seen this scene. They saw Li Yulan carrying a red leather suitcase, her buttocks twisted tightly. At that time, Li Yulan's family were planting rice seedlings in the fields. It's June. Almost everyone in Yandeng Village is planting rice. In fact, many people saw Li Yulan, but they deliberately pretended not to see it. So basically no one greeted Li Yulan. Li Yulan's father, Old Man Li, and brother, Li Mingyi, bowed their waists deeply. While planting rice seedlings, they wished they could use their heads as rice seedlings and plant them in the mud. Only Li Yulan's sister-in-law Lin Xiaoqin straightened up. Lin Xiaoqin shook off the muddy water on her hands and said, Sister Yulan, come back. Li Yulan raised her voice and replied, "I went back to my sister-in-law, who was planting rice seedlings."

This book is a collection of novels by Cao Junqing, a well-known Hubei writer. It includes the author's most representative short and medium-length works, which have been published in publications such as Tianya, Shanghai Literature, and Yangtze River Literature and Art. The author views the changes in Chinese society from the perspective of small villages and small towns. The writing style is mature and the content is substantial. It is a rare collection of novels.

Zhao Jianguo, Wu Guangrong, Wang Jianzhuang and Qiu were already playing mahjong in Xikelai and were arrested by the Public Security Bureau. They were in room 8318, and while they were talking, someone knocked on the door. Qiu had already said: "Please come in. There was no sound, and the door continued to knock. "Come in, Qiu had already said, "Knock on the devil. Qiu was already in a bad mood today. He always lost. He thought he was a waiter, so he was speechless. When Zhao Jianguo saw it, the small bolt of the door was upside down. How could he get in? "Who locked the door. With that said, Zhao Jianguo stood up and opened the door. Qiu was already worried that he would look at his cards, so he slapped the upright mahjong pieces on the card table. As soon as the door opened, six or seven people came in, but there was no waiter. Someone shouted: "People from the Public Security Bureau, please don't move."

Wang Haibo wrote a novel titled "Spirit". The novel tells a story that the Chu Opera Troupe in the county was in a bad situation and was on the verge of death. The head boy Wu Shengrui goes to the underground casino every night and sits in a corner of the casino. The casino was both quiet and noisy, with gamblers rolling dice and betting on odd or even numbers. When a gambler hits the dice and rake a lot of cash into his arms, Wu Shengrui will shout "spirit" at the right time. Those who serve tea, place money, and boys who go out to run errands and buy cigarettes also sing in unison: "Spirit!" When the gamblers who win money are happy, they will take out a hundred-dollar bill (or two, sometimes three), stretch it back from their shoulders without looking back, and also loudly say, "Spirit!" Wu Shengrui had already taken the money and continued to express his big brother spirit. This time will happen several times a night, depending on the gambler's excitement and luck.

Cao Junqing was born in 1962 and lives in Anlu City, Hubei Province. Currently working for "Yangtze River Literature and Art" magazine. He wrote poetry in his early years and published a large number of short stories and short stories. He has published novel collections such as "Rain", "Prison Break" and "24 Novels". Zhao Wenhua committed suicide in the early morning, around 5:10. He had a fresh shower, brushed his teeth, shampooed his hair, and shaved. He was wearing a large white bath towel and sitting cross-legged on the bed. He took out his knife, which had been cleaned many times. The towel opened and slid down, gathering around his waist. He held the tip of the knife in his mouth and pressed his tongue hard against the edge until blood gushed out. Zhao Wenhua's mouth was full of blood foam. He swallowed a mouthful of blood and then swallowed some more. Then, he made a vertical incision in the chest cavity, but not too deep. The skin and soft tissue open to both sides, forming a small hole. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, turned it over, and inserted the tip of the knife into the hole.

Hong Xiaofu still wanted to stay in the county town for a few more days, but his father's funeral was over. On a cold November day, the funeral was uneventful. He wants to stay and arrange a job for his father's nanny Wu Xiaofen. Although this was Hong Dafu's matter, Hong Xiaofu did not dare to be careless because he was not very confident about his brother. Also, and perhaps for a more important reason, Hong Xiaofu really wanted to recall his father's life at this time. My father stayed in this county from the time he started working until his death. During the Cultural Revolution, he went to the countryside and took refuge in Yandeng Village for a short period of time. Hong Xiaofu's plan is to follow his father's footsteps. To him, there has always been something mysterious about his father, Hong Zhiming. This is a small town. In such a small county, if you take a train or car and run for a whole day, you will find a lot. Trains on the Handan Line or cars driving on National Highway 316 are everywhere along the way.

One is a well-educated Guaguaipai, who has a full-time accompanying mother who treats his grades as stock analysis, but he suddenly disappears; the other is a left-behind boy with a poor family, he only has his grandmother to depend on, but he raised a knife and killed his teacher. ; One is a second-generation rich man from a well-off family. He has always been a playboy. It turns out that he was sexually assaulted by a married woman since he was a child... The three of them are good friends, and they are all inseparable from "A Sword of Blood"... What exactly is a "Sword of Blood"?