"Dalu, our publishing house is pointing to your books to feed, we don't bring this!"

Jiang Dongliu was taken aback when he saw Guo Dalu saying that he wanted to change his style, "Guo Ye, can I call you Guo Ye? You can't leave us alone! The publishing house has finally made some profits from publishing your book, if you don't write martial arts now, what will we eat and drink?"

Guo Dalu glared and said, ", what do you mean? If I don't write martial arts, my book will have no market?"

Jiang Dongliu smiled bitterly: "Dalu, I know that your writing is good, your writing is far beyond ordinary people, I have also read the preface you wrote for Tie Sheng's collection, especially the article "Me and the Temple of Earth" is really amazing, I haven't seen this kind of fine prose for many years!"

"However, Dalu, pure literature is still much worse than popular literature, and in terms of actual benefits, it is still inferior to popular literature. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Dry bird feathers! What are you lying to you?"

Guo Dalu looked at Jiang Dongliu and said with a smile: "The benefits of pure literature are not as good as popular literature? What are you kidding? Which of today's so-called literary masters has a low income? Which one has a low status? Which one is not full of brains? Nowadays, those who write martial arts novels are naturally one grade lower than those of traditional literary writers!"

"Of course, except for Lao Tzu! Because they can't compare to me when they write martial arts, even if they play pure literature, they can only eat farts behind Lao Tzu!"

Guo Dalu looked at Jiang Dongliu with a funny face, "Benefits are not only money, but also many things other than money, such as influence, such as high-end, which are the strengths of pure literature, and popular literature is a lot worse." You see that now that the country is holding a *****, how many popular writers are qualified to participate?"

Jiang Dongliu said: "At least the money you earn is ...... A little more than them!"

Guo Dalu said: "Fart! In today's society, apart from me, how many people who write martial arts earn more than traditional literary writers? Every year, the state allocates tens of millions of dollars to the Writers' Association, but in the end, it is not ...... by a group of people from the Writers' Association."

Jiang Dongliu waved his hand and said: "Stop, stop! Dalu, I am also one of the members of the Writers' Association, if you want to continue talking, I will have no face to stand in front of you!"

He said to Guo Dalu: "There are some things you know, I know, everyone knows, but just know it, don't say it, if you say it, it will be a slap in the face!"

Guo Dalu said: "Lao Tzu likes to slap people's faces the most, are you not convinced?"

Jiang Dongliu raised his hand to admit defeat, "Guo Ye, spare me! Let's talk about your writing, you really don't plan to write martial arts?"

Guo Dalu said: "Who said I was going to write martial arts? I just said that I changed the style and not the type. ”

Jiang Dongliu was overjoyed, "Just change the style? That's no problem! With your writing and popularity, as long as you write martial arts, it won't be bad! When you write it, just tell me, I'll take a look at it first!"

Guo Dalu threw Jiang Dongliu a USB drive, "Na, take it and see it!"

Jiang Dongliu's mouth opened widely, "No, right? This is written? What kind of hand speed are you?"

Guo Dalu said: "Can you manage it?"

Jiang Dongliu stopped speaking for a while, and carefully put the USB drive into the briefcase, "Dalu, listen to my advice, don't lose the martial arts piece, the business opportunities in it are endless!"

Guo Dalu waved his hand and said, "Go you!"

Jiang Dongliu then left Guo's house with his briefcase, "This stinky boy is still this dog temper!"

At this time, after "First Blood" passed the review, if the film wanted to be a big hit, publicity was indispensable.

According to Huang Botao's opinion, it is natural to let Guo Dalu come forward to do publicity, so as to accumulate popularity for this film, but now Guo Dalu has offended all TV stations across the country, and there is no hope for advertising in traditional media.

Therefore, it can only be promoted on the Internet, as the leading actor of this play, Guo Dalu will not be able to run away this time no matter what.

After the filming of the previous "East Becomes West", Liang Shangguang, Shen Mingcheng and others will cooperate with the company to promote the film, but Guo Dalu will kill and bury it, and after filming, he will directly shoot his ass and leave, and will not participate in any related activities.

The same is true for the subsequent "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", after the filming of the whole film, Guo Dalu no longer cared, no matter how the propaganda team tossed, he just didn't participate anyway.

Now that "First Blood" has been filmed, it is also Guo Dalu's first film and television work as the protagonist in the real sense, and he can't escape the publicity of this work no matter what.

For this reason, Tiggo specially sent a reporter from the station to conduct an interview with Guo Dalu, so as to make an online promotion for Guo Dalu's film.

The reason why Guo Dalu rushed home from Jinling was to visit his parents at home, and the other reason was to be interviewed by reporters.

Li Yangbo is a resident reporter of the Tiggo website, and today he is the one who interviewed Guo Dalu, and basically all the media people know a lot about Guo Dalu's urine, so after receiving the company's assignment, Li Yangbo was excited and nervous and a little scared.

Although the manager of the company said before coming to the company that this Guo Ye is "his own person", although he is assured of a bold interview, Li Yangbo still feels extremely nervous when he thinks of Guo Dalu's past evil deeds.

After he got off the train from the Baolan City Railway Station, he took a taxi to the gate of Guo's house, and as soon as he got off the train, he was startled by several big dogs tied outside the gate, "Hey, let me go, there are really so many big dogs!"

Li Yangbo didn't dare to break in, and after calling the Guo family's landline, Guo Kaishan and his wife went out to introduce him to the house.

"Uncle and aunt, where has Mr. Guo Dalu gone?"

Li Yangbo scanned Guo's house for a long time, but he didn't see Guo Dalu's shadow, "Why didn't I see him?"

Guo Kaishan said: "That kid, I'm going to sell meat! The pig I just killed yesterday will be sold in the vegetable market today!"

"Wouldn't it? Guo Ye is still selling pork?"

Li Yangbo's big teeth were about to fall out in surprise, "He doesn't lack this money!"

"What are you talking about, you kid?"

Guo Kaishan said: "I entered the pig yesterday, I must have killed the meat seller, now this kid is here, Lao Tzu naturally wants to rest for a day, this work is handed over to him to do, the son helps Lao Tzu to work, it is justified, what does it have to do with money?"

Li Yangbo didn't know what to say for a while, "In that case, uncle, can you take me to the vegetable market to have a look, I haven't seen Guo Ye sell meat yet!"

Guo Kaishan said: "What's so good-looking, it's eight or nine o'clock, and it's estimated that I'm going to come back soon!"

Although he said this, he still launched the electric tricycle, "Boy, sit on, I'll take you to the vegetable market, and buy more food to entertain you by the way!"

The conscience of heaven and earth, Li Yangbo is the first time in his life to ride this kind of electric tricycle, the road in the countryside is not very easy to walk, he and the camera two sat on the car and swayed left and right, and when the two eyeballs were about to fly out, the car entered a stable avenue.

More than ten minutes later, the vegetable market had arrived, Guo Kaishan threw the car aside, "Let's go, I'll take you to him!"

Li Yangbo said: "Uncle, your car is not locked, just throw it away, what if someone steals it?"

Guo Kaishan said: "It's okay, if you lose it, someone will naturally send a new one!"

Not far into the market, they saw a large crowd of people gathered in front of them, and several cameras were filming a meat seller in the crowd.

"Hey, hey, I said are you bothered? Do you want to buy this meat? If you want to buy it, buy it quickly, if you don't buy it, get out of it early!"

Guo Dalu took the sharpening stick and polished it a few times on the bone chopping knife, "There are still ten catties of pork ribs, do you want anything?"

With a sudden swing of the bone chopping knife in his hand, he drew a semicircle in the air, causing the people around him to scream in surprise, and his body involuntarily fell backwards.

Guo Dalu laughed, "Fuck, let you delay Lao Tzu's business!"