On the first night of entering Beijing, Zhang Chu slept very sweetly and did not show any signs of insomnia.

The faint morning sunlight shone on his face through the screen window, and the lazy man immediately left the sunlight behind him as soon as he turned over, but the unrelenting sound of the mobile phone affected his sleep.

"I shouldn't have set this alarm yesterday!"

Zhang Chu squinted his eyes and muttered, he walked to the table barefoot and turned off the alarm clock on his mobile phone, it was only eight o'clock in the morning, and the city of Yanjing had already become busy.

Today, he has only one itinerary, and that is to go to the exhibition site of Scholarly China, and the Suspense Literature Summit is just an inconspicuous part of the Scholarly China Exhibition.

After a simple rinse, Zhang Chu changed into a set of shirts, but he looked like a handsome young man no matter how he looked, and he was not at all as elegant as a traditional writer.

There is no hair on the mouth, and the work is not firm, but the writer who became famous at a young age enjoys it, and he has changed from a foot picking uncle to a little fresh meat, which is very good.

Just half past eight, a call from Gu Xinxue came, "Zhang Chu, the driver and I have already arrived outside your hotel, you can come out." Today's road conditions look like a traffic jam is definitely going to happen. The car is a white Audi with a license plate of Beijing *****"

"Okay, I see you!"

Zhang Chu stood on the side of the road and waved, then walked quickly towards the car, he could only queue up to enter the car without his own admission badge, just like ordinary readers and tourists.

Gu Xinxue looks less than forty years old, and he is tall, thin, and literate, which is very in line with the setting of a literati.

He was still a little surprised when he saw Zhang Chu, the young man in front of him who was about to go to college turned out to be a writer he had signed a contract with, and he was indeed a hero!

Although I have long known that Zhang Chu is very young, everything in conversation is through the Internet and on the phone, and I have never talked in person, I have known that Zhang Chu is such a small fresh meat, so I have built him into a handsome writer idol.

"Editor Gu, what's our itinerary like today?" The first time he attended the meeting, Zhang Chu didn't even know the rules of the event, but he didn't need to speak like he was a little transparent, he just needed to listen quietly.

"In the morning, there will be an exchange meeting for your pan-suspense writers, in the afternoon will be an exclusive interview with Southern Weekly, and then tomorrow will be the first release of psychological crimes and the film and television industrialization forum of pan-suspense works. You can't do without an agent, do you need me to introduce one?"

After all, Zhang Chu is still a student, and he also has to care about writing, and he can't take care of the rest of the things, just like having an agent, at least he doesn't have to sell the film and television process of psychological crimes by himself, just find an agent to contact.

In the back seat of the car, Zhang Chu also knew his weakness, and he replied: "If there is something suitable, you can help me introduce it, let's talk about it first, it depends on whether the concept or something can be compatible." ”

It's definitely not possible to fight alone, a fence and three piles!

"Then I'll give you an introduction. By the way, are you still used to living here?" Gu Xinxue remembered that the other party was still a prospective college student who had just left home, and hurriedly asked.

"It's ok, nothing is a problem. I was alone in recording "One Stop to the End", and I had to report to the school in two days. ”

As he spoke, the International Exhibition Center arrived, which was already the North Third Ring Road, and the exhibition center with a glass façade looked like it was standing in the morning light.

More than 2,500 exhibitors from more than 90 countries and regions participated in the exhibition, and more than 300,000 kinds of newly published books from around the world were exhibited.

It's only past nine o'clock in the morning, but the exhibition center is already crowded, with many visitors shuttling through it, and the booths of different countries and companies are attracting attention in various ways.

Zhang Chu hung the temporary participation certificate around his neck and walked forward after Gu Xinxue, their Nanhai Publishing Company had an independent booth.

"The event doesn't start until 10 o'clock, do you want to go shopping by yourself? At 9:55, go to the next Hall 8 to participate in the Suspense Literature Summit. ”

It is impossible for Gu Xinxue to contact Zhang Chu alone, the reason why he went to the hotel to pick up Zhang Chu today is only because this thing looks too young on the surface, and he is afraid of any safety problems.

Now that Zhang Chu has arrived at the scene safely, Gu Xinxue has to contact the rest of the people, send their work cards, and urge those writers who have not yet arrived to come as soon as possible.

"Then I'll go and take a stroll around. ”

Zhang Chu knew that it was impossible for the world to revolve around him, the booth of Nanhai Publishing Company was relatively small, there were all kinds of books in it, and suspenseful reasoning works only occupied a small part, and they were not even the main profit type of this company.

Visitors mainly focused on the popular book booth, because the books there were sold at a 20% discount, which was like a medium-sized bookstore, and the works on display were all familiar, such as common world classics, modern and popular bestsellers, Nobel Prize-winning books and novels with local characteristics.

Zhang Chuman wandered between the bookshelves, the books that exuded the smell of books, that is, the smell of ink, looked brand new, the classification here was very clear, all types of book works could be seen, and the bestsellers were prominent.

However, he also found a weakness, that is, the proportion of new books in the middle of these book booths is very small, and the bestseller booths are still reprints of books from many years ago, lacking innovation and trendiness.

He was a little curious if there were any of his own works in the suspense and reasoning books, so he slowly walked over there to find out, and only to hear the whispered conversations of the rest of the visitors.

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"Why are you buying so many books in one go? ”

Zhou Li looked at the stack of books in her boyfriend's arms and was very disgusted. finally took a weekend, but she came to this exhibition early in the morning, and she would rather sit in bed and watch TV series.

Although he was scolded, Wei Huaming was still very happy, "I usually can't see so many mystery books in the bookstore, these are all I want to buy at one time." It is said that there are still many writers engaged in signing today, and I don't know if I can meet them. ”

"Then you can carry it yourself later, I won't help you carry it, it's so heavy. Zhou Li really can't understand why her boyfriend is so keen on suspenseful mystery detective novels, and he is afraid to turn a few pages and see those things occasionally.

At this time, Wei Huaming saw a book on the display shelf over there, so he begged: "Lily, can you help me bring that book?"

"Which one?"

Zhou Li said impatiently, spending money is secondary, inconvenience is true, she said more than once that it is much more convenient to buy books online, but Wei Huaming is worried about the quality of books, so he has always gone to the bookstore to buy them by himself.

"It's "Sherlock" next to the complete Sherlock Holmes works, help me get a copy, the last time I went to the bookstore, it was out of stock, so I only had to watch the electronic version. ”

This popular booth was also very witty, placing fanworks alongside the original works and selling them together, so that the sales effect was not bad, and any visitor who saw Sherlock Holmes would stop at Sherlock for a moment.

"Now that you've seen it all, why buy it back?"

Although Zhou Li said this, she still took the book in her hand.

Zhang Chu pretended to read a book on the side, but in fact, he secretly counted the people who bought the book, it was only ten or so minutes, and there were four people who took the book to check out, it seems that although "Sherlock" was proposed as an arrow target, it unexpectedly promoted sales!

This fanfic work sells even better than the original, who made the complete works of Sherlock Holmes so many copies, and it is too famous, most of those who like mystery detective novels have already read and collected it.