"Hey, why did the second dog drink like this?"

As soon as the guests were sent away, as soon as Guo Dalu returned to the hall, he saw Xu Pishi slumped on the ground, "I haven't drunk much, why are you so drunk?"

After he took Xu Pishi to a nearby wing room and slept down, he went back to the house and picked up his mobile phone, and looked at the call log, "Huh, when did Lao Jiang call?"

He thought for a moment and dialed Jiang Dongliu back, and after a while, Jiang Dongliu's voice sounded, "Da Lu, why didn't you talk just now?"

He said excitedly: "Now "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is selling like crazy, wait a few days, let's celebrate together!"

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "Okay, when the time comes, everyone will sit on the ground and share the spoils together!"

Jiang Dongliu laughed, "Why does the taste change immediately as soon as something comes to your mouth?"

The two talked a few words, and Guo Dalu finally knew how popular "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was now, even though he had long known that this book would definitely achieve good results, but it was still a bit unexpected for Jiang Dongliu to be so popular. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After the initial surprise, Guo Dalu said: "Lao Jiang, didn't I say before, with my joining, your publishing house is waiting to make money, how about now?

Jiang Dongliu smiled on the other end of the phone: "That's right, that's right, I was wrong!"

Guo Dalu didn't bother to pay attention to what he meant by "I was wrong", and after hanging up the phone, he yelled at Wang Xiaolu: "Xiaolu, pack up your things, my brother will take you to eat all over the world!"

Wang Xiaolu, who was helping Wang Chunmei clean up the leftovers, jumped up and down in front of Guo Dalu, "Brother Dalu, what's the matter?

Guo Dalu squeezed his eyebrows and made a high-spirited look, "Come, little girl, give the uncle a smile, and the uncle will take you to travel around the world!"

Wang Xiaolu kicked Guo Dalu with a smile, and said coquettishly: "Ouch uncle, where are you going to take me?"

Guo Dalu straightened his chest and bulged his belly, "Wherever you go, what your uncle has is money!"

"Got rich?"

Wang Chunmei, who was passing by here, had her eyes lit up, "Dalu, you kid is rich again, give it to the old lady for safekeeping!"

Guo Dalu suddenly became sad, "Mom, can you leave me some?"

Wang Chunmei crossed her hands on her hips, "What's the matter? The wings are stiff, don't listen to the old lady?

Guo Dalu hesitated for a long time before handing the newly opened bank card to Wang Chunmei from his wallet, "This money hasn't been transferred yet, why don't you let me cover it, it's okay to have a good time!"

Wang Chunmei took the bank card with a smile and handed it to Wang Xiaolu, "Xiaolu, come, this card is in your hands! Mom tells you, this man, the first thing is to control his money first......

Guo Dalu's face was in pain, "Are you my own mother?"

Wang Xiaolu took the bank card with a blushing face, carefully put it in her wallet, first glanced at Guo Dalu, and then said to Wang Chunmei: "Thank you, Mom!"

Wang Chunmei has long regarded the relationship between Guo Dalu and Wang Xiaolu in her eyes, and the old lady has long regarded Wang Xiaolu as her daughter and daughter-in-law, and now she has transferred Guo Dalu's bank card to Wang Xiaolu, in fact, this is already a disguised support for the two to be together.

Wang Xiaolu is a smart girl, how can she not understand this meaning?

That's why the little girl blushed and said thank you to Wang Chunmei.

Guo Dalu saw that this situation was not right, and was about to turn around and leave the house, Wang Chunmei shouted: "Stinky boy, don't run yet, leave the password!"

Wang Xiaolu stretched out her hand and gently held Wang Chunmei's hand, and whispered to Wang Chunmei: "Mom, you don't need to ask him, in fact, I know all the bank passwords of Brother Dalu......"

Guo Dalu looked up to the sky and sighed, tears streaming down his face, "It's still hard to ......live."

When Guo Dalu's family was having a happy time, in the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House, there was a fat old man who was losing his temper with the president Wang Qinglong.

"President Wang, are we doing things a little too much?"

The fat old man was dressed in a suit and tie, dressed very formally, and was slapping the table at this time and said loudly to Wang Qinglong: "Why have the propaganda resources that I said were good at that time been reduced by half now? Why did you add a book by an unknown hairy boy halfway?"

The fat old man panted and looked extremely angry, "Do you know how much I have lost?"

Wang Qinglong looked at the fat old man in front of him quietly, and only after the other party stopped roaring, did he say slowly: "Mr. Bai Qingyan, I ask you to understand one thing, this publicity resource is only a verbal agreement, and it is not reflected in the contract, and even if it is a verbal agreement, we also said that if there are special circumstances, it may be that the publicity resources that are inclined to you will be redistributed, and you must not forget these words, right?"

"You ......"

The fat old man was angry for a while, "For so many years, for so many years, when I have cooperated with your publishing house, it is rare for this kind of resources to be squeezed out, and now because of the lack of publicity, my new book has sold tens of thousands of copies less than in previous years, does your publishing house want to give an explanation for this loss?"

Wang Qinglong shook his head and said: "Mr. Bai, do you know that recently, not only your martial arts novels can't be sold, but even the novels of other martial arts authors have also accumulated a lot. ”

He reached out and picked up a book from the desk and handed it to Bai Qingyan, "Mr. Bai, the current market sales of the entire martial arts novel are not as good as this book, your novel can't be sold, in fact, it doesn't have much to do with publicity resources." ”

Bai Qingyan stretched out his hand to take the book handed over by Wang Qinglong, and after seeing the title of the book, he snorted heavily, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes? Hey! The Legend of the Condor Heroes! The name of this book is now all over the street! What is there to see about a novel written by a pig slaughterer?"

After he said this, he realized that he was speechless, and hurriedly shut up.

But Wang Qinglong's face on the opposite side was already gloomy, and few people in the entire publishing house knew about Guo Dalu's identity as a pig killer, and even those who knew were given a gag order by Wang Qinglong, and it was strictly forbidden to spread it out.

After all, the author of a popular martial arts novel turned out to be a peddler who killed pigs and sold meat, which would make people feel a little glorious when it was spread.

Readers may not care about the identity of the author, but some pink eye patients in the writer's circle will inevitably take the opportunity to spread rumors and make a big fuss.

Wang Qinglong often interacted with writers, and he knew very well that some so-called sanctimonious writers were far inferior in character to the quality of ordinary citizens, even to today's government officials.

Now Guo Dalu's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is so popular, it is inevitable to be accused and abused by some people, and the reason why Wang Qinglong asked employees to hide Guo Dalu's true identity is actually to put an end to some topics that are not conducive to Guo Dalu.

At the beginning, Jiang Dongliu planned to ask Guo Dalu to go to the magic capital to sign and sell books, but Guo Dalu refused, in fact, even if Guo Dalu did not refuse, Wang Qinglong would not agree to this proposal.

Now hearing that Bai Qingyan casually said Guo Dalu's true identity, Wang Qinglong's heart suddenly became angry, knowing that it must be the staff of the publishing house who had a private connection with Bai Qingyan, he looked at Bai Qingyan and said softly: "Mr. Bai is very well-informed!"

Bai Qingyan laughed dryly, "It's also news that I overheard, and I don't know if it's true." ”

Mr. Bai said that it is not worth reading, I suggest that you read it first, and then you will know why our publishing house has tilted its promotional resources to this book. ”

He stood up and said to Bai Qingyan: "Mr. Bai go slowly, I still have something to do, so I won't send it!"

Bai Qingyan was furious, being driven away so obviously, it was the first time he had encountered it, he got up and said angrily: "President Wang, there will be a period later!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Wang Qinglong picked up the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" on the table, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai, it's better to take this book and take a look, there are indeed many things worth learning from martial arts authors." ”

Bai Qingyan snorted coldly and brushed his sleeves away, "Let me learn to write from a pig slaughterer, what are you kidding?"

After watching Bai Qingyan leave, Wang Qinglong called Jiang Dongliu, "Lao Jiang, tell Guo Dalu in advance, someone may smear him recently, let him be ready." ”

At night, when Guo Dalu was about to go to bed, Jiang Dongliu called over.

"What? Someone might want to discredit me?"

Guo Dalu picked up the pig-killing knife next to him and lamented: "This book "Guo Dacang's Entertainment Career" has no reward, no recommendation, no publicity, no these assists, how can I have the spirit to do it with others?"