Four o'clock in the morning, Citigroup, Washington.
Citigroup in the 1960s was not as beautiful as the rumors said. Although it was full of neon lights and had advanced technology, the air here was not sweet and the moon was not as round as other places.
At this time, it was full of noise and turmoil, and various movements emerged one after another and became more and more intense.
As the capital of Citi, Washington is naturally not immune. Even though it is early in the morning, there are still pedestrians playing and marching on the streets.
They have obvious and similar characteristics. They wear strange clothes, carry pills in their pockets, like rock music, and prefer to live in groups. They have a resounding name - hippies!
A group of young people with peace, friendship, and freedom as their ideals and rebellion and dissatisfaction as their core.
Very West Coast...
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Amidst the pleasant American-style house sounds, a dark restaurant is located near St. John's Church on the north side of New York Street. The lights were still on in the small shabby newspaper office in the alley.
This is Chrissy's newspaper, called Blue Oak. It is a small, broken newspaper that makes a living by breaking news about public figures. The boss and employees can't even put together five fingers.
"You must be crazy, you put everything on a book!"
In the newspaper office, a well-dressed, gray-haired old white man stared angrily at the messy face in front of him. Bearded Chrissie.
This old man is Old Boli, Chrissie's uncle, an official of the city hall, and an old gentleman who likes to kick people's butts with his black pointed leather shoes.
The reason why he was so irritable was entirely because of the wanton nephew sitting in front of him.
Chrissy, the bearded man, is quite courageous!
After he returned to China with Avima's autobiography, in order to maximize his profits, he completely ignored his family's objections and mortgaged his house and car. He also used all his savings to buy a publishing house that was on the verge of bankruptcy, and even gave up his personal life. Every last penny was spent on printing this book.
It can be said that he bet all his wealth on this book!
“Don’t worry, uncle, in the words of a Chinese friend of mine, I now have the right time, right place, right people, and this book will definitely be a big seller. By then, everything I invested will You will earn back many times!" Chrissy said confidently, his eyes were very hot, and the beard on his face trembled with the shaking of his chin, and from time to time he could see a piece of it falling from it. Dried noodles or a piece of light yellow bread crumbs.
"Then just pray here."
Old Boli sighed angrily, then tightened the autobiography under his arm, and gently stroked it He straightened the collar of his suit, turned around and strode out of the newspaper office.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
Listening to the roar of the engine that was gradually disappearing, Chrissie breathed a long sigh of relief, slumped down on the chair, and rummaged through the ashtray on the table. It was with great difficulty that I found a cigarette butt with a small section left.
"Praise Satan!"
He cheered and put the cigarette butt into his mouth, and reached for the lighter in his pocket, but found nothing. Chrissy then remembered, The silver antique lighter had been sold by him the day before yesterday for two hundred dollars, so he had no choice but to find half a box of matches from the drawer and light the cigarette butt.
“Hiss!”
"Ha!"
The orange firelight flickered in the newspaper office. Chrissy looked out the window in ecstasy and murmured: "Believe me, Avima, we will all become successful people in the upper class. ! Definitely!"
"When the time comes, let's make that damn Chu the housekeeper...the gardener...the cook...forget it, let's fill him with cement and sink him to the bottom of the sea."
......
It’s eight o’clock in the morning, the wind is beautiful and the sun is beautiful.
"Crash!"
Old White, who had a hangover yesterday, untied the chain from the bookstore door and opened the door to start a new day of business. Dragging heavy steps into the store, he cleaned up as usual, then made himself a cup of refreshing coffee, returned to the counter and sat down.
“Zi Liu!”
After an elegant sip of hand-ground coffee, Old White took out a book from under the table and read it with relish got up.
This book is Avima's autobiography.
In fact, he did not know who Avima was. The reason why Old White watched it was entirely because of the exciting scenes in the second half where Avima was persecuted.
So, as soon as he took out his hand, he opened the book to the second half.
“Tsk, tsk, this idiot really knows how to play!”
Old White was amazed and planned to spend ten yuan of his own money to find someone to try after get off work.
"Pap tap tap..."
At nine o'clock, footsteps sounded at the door, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes walked into the bookstore. He was a regular customer of the store and had frequented here since junior high school.
"Hi, White, are there any new books today?" he asked directly after entering the room.
"There are two books, one is this." Old White raised the autobiography of Ivy in his hand, and pointed to the rows of bookshelves in the store: "The other one is in front on the right. Turn on top of the second row of shelves.”
< br>"Let me take a look at this first." The young man curiously took the autobiography from his hand, glanced at the cover, and flipped through the content, then shook his head and handed it back indifferently: "I've never heard of it. This person.”
After saying that, the young man walked inside again and read the second new book called Western Love. He found that it was not his favorite type, so he could only leave with disappointment.
Old White didn't hold back. He shrugged and lowered his head and continued reading his book.
The day passed quickly. Old White closed the door happily and walked to the gathering place for famous teachers in the city with ten yuan of personal money in his pocket.
Today, his business was relatively good. He sold a total of more than fifty books, including thirty-six new books, including thirty-four Western Love books and only two measly autobiographies of Avima. Book.
……
"I'm changing jobs again!"
Eight o'clock in the evening, Blue Oak Newspaper Office.
A black young man put down the sales data of Evema's autobiography he had just collected in despair. The number of just over a hundred copies was so shocking.
Although the small publishing house his boss acquired has limited channels and only sells in a dozen states including Pennsylvania, Ohio, and North Carolina, the data is really bleak. It was so bleak that he couldn't bear to look at it!
“Alas!”
Xiao Hei sighed and stood up. While thinking about finding a new job, he took the data sheet to Chrissy's office, put the thin piece of paper on his desk, and hesitated to accept this preferential treatment. The kind-hearted boss who dared to hire him, a black man, asked: "Boss, can I still pay my salary for this week?"
"Only more than a hundred copies were sold?"
Chrissy looked at the poor data sheet and did not reveal There was something unexpected, as if he had expected it. He gently put down the data sheet, looked up at Xiao Hei, whose eyes were rolling around, and was trying to figure out what to move to offset his salary. The old man stretched out his legs to help On the table, he said calmly: " Don't look at it, I've sold everything I can in this room. Also, who told you that I'm going to lose money? If you don't let the bullet fly for a while, how will you know if it hits the target?"
< br>After saying that, Chrissy was suddenly stunned, eh? How did I learn to speak Chu?
Oops!
It actually took on his shape!