Zhang Chu took a picture of the invitation and sent it to Zhou Kang's assistant Huang Yu, this kind of thing should not be fake.

Now for the sake of safety, he wants Huang Yu to verify the situation with the organizer, but don't be embarrassed if he can't enter the venue by then!

The annual meeting of the General Administration has always been a grand event in the cultural circles, and almost every writer who is invited will sell face and make a good connection, and when the work is published in the future, the review of the General Administration will be slightly more relaxed.

This is all a matter of mutual respect, and Zhang Chu's incident this time almost entirely relied on the help of the General Administration of News Publications, which punished many fake media.

And this is the first time he has received an invitation, so it makes sense that he should be there.

Huang Yu has been working in Menglong Culture for less than a year, and most of the time he has been working for Zhou Kang, sorting out various data or something.

Now that Zhou Kang is on vacation, he is fully responsible for everything about Zhang Chu!

After receiving Zhang Chu's news, Huang Yu immediately called the Chinese Writers Association and the General Administration to verify, and the news also spread among colleagues in the company.

"Zhang Chu got the invitation?"

"I knew he would get it, if only he could go live and get a prize. ”

"It's still Zhou Kang's life is good, and he signed a potential stock. ”

"Except for Zhang Chuneng's meeting last year, who else in our company can go?"

"It seems to be gone......"

For these writers, the invitation to the annual meeting is a status symbol, representing official recognition and readers' recognition.

It took only half a year for a young man to get to this point, which is quite remarkable indeed!

At this time, Zhang Chu was browsing the web, and after the number of readers increased, the voice of urging the update became louder, and many people were quite dissatisfied with the speed of his update of two chapters a day.

These readers may have been watching the Internet for a long time, two chapters are nothing at all, can three chapters a day be considered an explosion?

Four or five chapters are pretty much the same, preferably five chapters a day.

Zhang Chu realized that his speed was still quite fast, much better than many Buddhist writers, and those writers might not be able to update a chapter for ten days or eight days!

Update?

Quality?

The slogan of Buddhist writers is: Don't urge the donor, update when fate arrives.

Zhang Chu feels like a French writer, saying that if it is good, it will be changed every week, and if it is good, it will be changed every day, and all the urging will be free to talk, and everything will be in accordance with the rules!

Most of the authors are Confucian, sorry sorry, this is updated.

What do you want to see?

Wait a minute, update it right away.

This type of author is urged by readers, and it is still possible to explode.

As for the Taoist authors, they are much more awesome, not bad for money, and they are the readers.

Their mantra is: urge urge, urge hair. Lao Tzu is even more concerned about your. Love wait, don't wait to roll, don't bother me to make up the game!

Now that "Ghost Blows the Lantern" has opened for pre-sale, readers also know that Zhang Chu must have a complete manuscript in his hands, and if there is a saved manuscript, it will not be updated, is there anything more infuriating than this?

But Zhang Chu can't help it, according to the contract, he can only update it slowly, and he can't release the whole plot in advance, so the Yangtze River Literature and Art Publishing House will find him desperately.

Why are the numbers for pre-sales so high?

It's not because Zhang Chu hangs the reader's appetite high and good!

Almost all readers who enter the pit want to read the full text of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", and now they can only participate in the pre-sale, and they can get their hands on it on New Year's Day, and stay at home to read books during the holidays, not to mention how beautiful it is.

……

As a French author, Zhang Chu did not dare to scare readers, and he chose to be an ostrich and pretend to be dead in the face of urging. He spoke in the WeChat group of four people in the dormitory and asked, as a southerner, he finally saw the snow, and he wanted to go out to play.

"Hey, it's snowing heavily today, do you have any arrangements?"

Building snowmen and having snowball fights seemed a bit childish, so he wanted to ask these northerners what they usually do on snowy days.

Yang Ling replied humorously: "It's not fun to snow, it's fun to see you southerners playing in the snow." There is already a buddy building a little snowman downstairs in the dormitory. ”

"How good it is indoors on such a cold day, the outdoor air quality is not good. Sun Ruiqi also said that her family lives in the northeast, and it snows every winter, and she is almost used to it.

Zhang Chu hurriedly said: "Don't, how about we go skiing tomorrow?"

As a southerner, he liked the winter in the north, with heating and heavy snow, it was so comfortable that he couldn't do it.

"Skiing hurts a lot, so you'll probably go up on the gondola and come down with a board. "Yang Ling is very optimistic about this event, isn't it just snow, what's so fun.

Quietly thinking about it, it was already very boring to write books and attend classes every day, and finally had a weekend, of course Zhang Chu wanted to experience something he had never done in his previous life.

"@安弥你知道燕京附近有什么好的滑雪场吗? I'll rent a car and drive straight over. ”

Sun Ruiqi replied with an emoji: "I can skate, but I don't know if I can teach it, anyway, I have to fall a lot of heels." ”

Zhang Chu knew that he was definitely a novice, but this thing should be learned quickly, if it wasn't for the fact that it was almost night, maybe he would have planned to go directly today.

Anmi, who was diving silently over there, was struggling in the library, and after he saw the message prompt popping up on his mobile phone, he unlocked the lock and replied, "Do you have time to go skiing tomorrow?"

Class papers?

Zhang Chu's eyes widened, as if there was such a thing, but he had forgotten what he was going to write!

"What paper? I haven't written it yet. ”

An Mi pressed her hands on the mobile phone screen: "A Brief History of Ancient China, it will be handed in next week, which is related to 70% of the final grades." Lao Zhang, do you still want to go out and play, are you going to fail the course?"

Zhang Chu has been so busy these days that he didn't think of this thing at all, he sighed, "It seems that you can't play, have you all finished writing?"

Yang Ling replied honestly: "I have already finished writing with Ruiqi. ”

"I'm struggling in the library right now, do you want Lao Zhang to come along? There is still a place next to me, and there is a little beauty opposite. Anmi said seductively.

But Zhang Chu was not fooled, "Little beauty, take your time and watch it yourself, I'll write it at home." I wanted to go out and play, but now I have to write again. Is the scope delineated? What dynasty or what angle must be written?"

"There is no limit, whatever you want. ”

"Well, I'll think about it now. ”

Zhang Chu felt that he probably couldn't escape the nightmare of writing in his life, and finally finished writing the first exquisite ancient city in "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", and was about to go skiing, but found that he still had to write a class paper.

The professors' keen eyes could tell whether the essay was seriously written or perfunctory, and it was quite difficult to get sympathy points from them.