"Cannon, what about the ribs I asked you to keep yesterday?"

Early in the morning at the vegetable market, Jiang Dongliu pushed a small cart to a pork stall and shouted at a big man with a cigarette: "I always feel a little empty these days, you can get me a few more kidneys!"

The big man opposite the pork stall is five big and three thick, and he has tendon meat to prop up a small elastic vest, and he looks three points more powerful than a bodybuilding champion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, he is strong and burly, but his face is not ugly, with a rectangular face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he is also a little handsome.

At this time, hearing Jiang Dongliu shouting, the big man glanced down at Jiang Dongliu, "Void?

The cigarette in his mouth couldn't help shaking as his lips opened and closed as he spoke, "Lao Jiang, you came just in time, aren't you the editor of that magazine, I just wrote a book recently, can you help me take a look and see if I can publish it?"

"What? What are you kidding?"

Although it was in a crowded vegetable market, Jiang Dongliu couldn't help laughing, "Guo Dacang, can you still write novels?"

He looked at Guo Dacang's sturdy body like a hill and felt amused, "Don't make a fuss! Give me the ribs." ”

Jiang Dongliu because of the frequent patronage of this pork stall, and Guo Cannon is very familiar, since three years ago the old stall owner died, this pork stall was taken over by Guo Cannon, although the pork sold is indeed a conscience meat boy is not bullied, but Guo Cannon behaves vulgarly, often bursts foul language, not at all like a highly educated person, at this time heard him say that he wrote a novel, Jiang Dongliu naturally did not believe it.

Guo Dacang saw that Jiang Dongliu didn't believe it, and scolded: "Your mother, why did my Guo Dacang deceive people?"

As he spoke, he reached out and took out a small USB drive from his trouser pocket and handed it to Jiang Dongliu, "It took Lao Tzu a month to write this novel, you go back and take a look, and help me publish it." ”

Jiang Dongliu listened to him speak in a loud tone, as if it was a matter of course that what he wrote could be published, and couldn't help but shake his head funny, "Cannon, writing things is not something that can be done overnight, and if it is not published, it must be of acceptable quality." ”

He saw that Guo Dacang really handed him a USB drive, and it seemed that he had really written something, so he reached out curiously and took it, "You really wrote it?"

"Nonsense!"

Guo Cannon picked up a sharpening stick and rubbed it on the bone chopping knife, making a "bang" sound, "Lao Tzu is also a college student, and the level of writing books is still there." ”

Jiang Dongliu didn't believe it, "Are you a college student? Are you a college student coming to the vegetable market to sell pork?"

Guo Dacang glared and said: "What's wrong with college students? Now it is so difficult to find employment, I have a few college classmates who can't find jobs after graduation, so they simply go to a technical school to study a craft, and then they find a way to make a living." I went to college for more than ten years, changed seven or eight jobs, changed jobs, and found that I didn't make as much money as selling pork!"

Guo Cannon raised the bone chopping knife "Dangdangdang" to chop open a pork rib in front of him, put it into a plastic bag with his hands and feet, and then swung it on the electronic scale, squinting at it, "Forty-nine pieces of six, rounded, it's fifty!"

Jiang Dongliu couldn't smile bitterly, "People sell things to erase the odds to make a repeat customer, do you sell things and round them up?"

Guo Dacang's eyes rolled, "Love to buy or not!"

"Okay, good, I'll buy it!

Jiang Dongliu knew that Guo Dacang had a bad temper, but the pork he sold was never fake, even if it was more expensive, everyone was willing to buy it. The key is that this guy only sells a hundred catties a day, and he doesn't sell one more catty, and he is very arrogant, but these nearby residents still eat this set, and if he comes a little late, this meat will be sold out.

Guo Cannon packed the ribs and handed them to Jiang Dongliu,

"I said, you're going to publish my book, and this pair of pork kidneys will be given to you!"

Guo Cannon tied the two pig kidneys with straw rope and handed them to Jiang Dongliu, "This is my bribe for you!"

Jiang Dongliu was speechless, "You're going to bribe me with this?"

He took the pork kidney, and put the USB disk that Guo Cannon handed him into his pocket, "Wait for me to go back and take a look, if you can't write it, even if you give me a hundred pairs of pig kidneys, it's useless." ”

Jiang Dongliu couldn't help laughing when he said this, "You said that you are a pork seller, what are you doing in the entertainment industry?"

Guo Dacang squinted his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "If I wasn't short of money, my grandson would come to write a book!"

He waved his hand to Jiang Dongliu and said: "Don't worry, this book will definitely not be good, as soon as my book comes out, your publishing house will definitely make a fortune!"

Jiang Dongliu looked stunned, "...... Are you so confident?"

Guo Dacang had a natural expression, "Nonsense, I don't know if the book I wrote is good or bad?"

At this time, it was the busiest time in the vegetable market, Guo Dacang kept his hands, two hands and two knives, cutting meat, weighing, settling accounts, collecting money, and being busy all the time, so he also took time to talk to Jiang Dongliu, "Let me tell you, if your publishing house has me to join, you will wait to make a fortune!"

Jiang Dongliu shook his head, "Cannon, you are busy first, I'll leave first, and I have to go to work when I go back!"

Guo Dacang waved the bone chopping knife in his hand, "Goodbye!"

"This kid!"

Jiang Dongliu smiled and pushed the cart slowly away in the congested crowd.

At half past eight, Jiang Dongliu pushed open the door of his office.

When several editors in the office saw him enter the door, they all stood up, "Teacher Jiang, morning!"

Jiang Dongliu waved his hand, "All sit down, all sit down!"

He looked at a girl opposite, "Xiao Liu, are there any manuscripts of better quality recently?"

The little girl's name is Liu Qiaoying, and when she heard Jiang Dongliu's question, she got up and said: "There are a lot of people who submit articles now, but there are few copies that can make people's eyes shine." ”

Jiang Dongliu sat on the office chair and pinched his eyebrows, a little worried.

Now with the rise of the Internet, paper media is declining, and traditional books, newspapers and magazines are declining.

Ten years ago, Jiang Dongliu's "Yellow River Literature and Art" Publishing House was the leading enterprise in the entire province and even the entire Great Xia country, but in just a few years, the business has shrunk more than ten times, and now there are only a dozen or so employees, which has reached the point of difficulty.

Although with the support of the state, their publishing house will not close down, but everyone is not optimistic about the future and destiny, even Jiang Dongliu, the editor-in-chief, also feels gloomy.

"Although the decline of traditional paper media is related to the general trend of the development of online media, it is mainly due to the lack of refreshing and good works!"

Jiang Dongliu sighed, "Let's get busy, let's review the submissions well, maybe there will be excellent works." ”

After a short look, Jiang Dongliu sat down at his desk, thinking of the company's development prospects, and couldn't help but feel big.

He moved a little on the office chair, and suddenly felt that his buttocks were panicking, and he reached into his back pocket and touched a small USB drive.

"Huh, this is the USB drive that the cannon gave me?"

Seeing this USB drive, Jiang Dongliu remembered what Guo Cannon said to himself in the morning, "This kid is whimsical, how good it is to sell your pork!"

Looking at the USB drive in his hand, Jiang Dongliu couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, I'll just see what good things are written here!"

He plugged the USB drive into the computer interface, found the location and clicked to open it, and found that the USB drive was empty, there was only one folder, and after clicking on the folder, the name of a novel appeared in front of him.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

Seeing the name of the novel, Jiang Dongliu smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Is it a legendary story?"

Then I swept my eyes and saw the author's signature behind the name of the novel.

"Guo Dalu?"

Jiang Dongliu was stunned for a moment, "This is this kid's real name?"

He and Guo Dalu have known each other for two or three years, and they have always called him by his nickname, and they don't know his name until now.

"Sure enough, people are as good as their name!"

Thinking of Guo Dalu's grinning appearance, Jiang Dongliu smiled and continued to drag the mouse to look down.

After reading the two chapters, Jiang Dongliu had a surprised and happy expression on his face.

"Huh, this novel ......"