"Dalu, how can you talk about contracts like this!"

Jiang Dongliu saw Guo Dalu's eyebrows raised, and burst into foul language, knowing that this kid was impatient, he hurriedly appeased Guo Dalu, "Talking about things, there must be dealings, you ask for a price, I will pay back the money on the spot, so that we can continue to talk." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info How can there be a fixed price to bite?"

Guo Dalu twisted his eyebrows and said: "Dry bird feathers! Lao Jiang, I found that you are not a good thing either!"

He took out a box of cigarettes, took out two and threw them to Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng, "Lao Tzu's book will definitely be very popular!"

Guo Dalu looked confident, "I haven't read such a good martial arts novel as I wrote!"

He smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending? Hmm? Have you ever heard of the Dog Stick Method? Hmm? Have you ever heard of the Beggar Gang?"

"I can now say responsibly that once my book comes out, it will be an extremely hot scene!"

Jiang Dongliu: "...... Can I interpret this as your boasting?"

Guo Dalu said: "Is this called boasting? Is this called self-confidence?"

He Chunsheng interjected: "Mr. Guo, people can be confident, but they can't be inflated! Self-confidence makes people successful, but inflated may make people unable to recognize reality!"

Guo Dalu glared and said, "I can say with certainty now that the Sprinkle family has always been very confident!"

Jiang Dongliu hurriedly nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, Da Lu is an extremely confident person, especially when selling pork, you can cut as many catties as you want, and you won't miss a tael with a knife!"

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked He Chunsheng, lowered his head and whispered, "What do you know from him?" This kid has a very violent temper, do you think Guo Dacang is screaming for nothing?"

He Chunsheng thought about it, he was here to negotiate a contract, why should he raise the bar with others?

He thought for a moment, "I must be by this guy!"

He Chunsheng has always pretended to be a literati, he pays attention to everything he says and does, and the friends he makes in Pingsuli are also people in the cultural circle, and he rarely comes into contact with rough men like Guo Dalu.

He has always pursued the phrase "whether a person succeeds or not, it can be seen from the friends he has made", so there are few friends who live at the bottom of the society, and because of this, it is extremely unbearable for Guo Dalu's rude behavior in front of him.

Burst foul language at every turn, is this still a cultural person?

After listening to Jiang Dongliu's words, he made up his mind never to speak without authorization, and handed over all the matters to be negotiated to Jiang Dongliu.

In He Chunsheng's cold watch, Jiang Dongliu fought for it several times in the big courtyard, but Guo Dalu always insisted on a royalty of twelve points, and did not give in to any less.

In the end, Jiang Dongliu had no choice but to call the president, and it seemed that after the president dropped a cup, Jiang Dongliu agreed to Guo Dalu's conditions with a sweaty face.

When it came time to finally sign the contract, Jiang Dongliu complained vigorously, "Dalu, you kid has bitten too much, and you won't let a single point!" You must know that our publishing house is desperate for your book, and all the expenses such as publicity fees, printing fees, manuscript fees, and so on are all green lights for your novel. ”

He said to Guo Dalu: "If your book becomes popular, everything is easy to say, if it is not popular, I am afraid that our publishing house will plant a big heel this time!"

Guo Dalu waved his hand, "Lao Jiang, just look at you! Go back and buy a brace and put it on." ”

Jiang Dongliu said: "What are you buying braces for?"

Guo Dalu said: "Don't make too much money at that time, and make all the big teeth happy!"

"Hey, you stinky boy!"

Jiang Dongliu laughed and frowned, "Thanks to you, I hope it will be like what you said!"

Seeing that the two of them put away the contract and got up to leave, Guo Dalu hurriedly left behind, "Lao Jiang, Mr. He, we have negotiated this deal, do you have to have a meal to celebrate? Don't be in a hurry to leave! Try the home-cooked food of our old Guo family!"

Jiang Dongliu smiled: "That's so embarrassing, besides, we are busy with work, and we have to report to the president in a hurry!"

Guo Dalu said: "Why are you in a hurry to go back? If you go back early and stay up in the office, how can you eat with me comfortably?"

Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng were right when they thought about it, this is indeed the truth, the two glanced at each other, and slowly sat down when they stood up.

Guo Dalu rolled up his arms and sleeves and put a vegetable basket on the stone table, "Come, two teachers, let's eat fried pork slices with beans today, but let's break these beans first......"

Jiang Dongliu and the two smiled bitterly, are you inviting someone to eat or to work?

However, although the two felt funny, Guo Dalu's atmosphere of not treating the two of them as outsiders and pulling them to choose dishes and chat together made the two feel very warm, and they lacked the sense of heaviness and mission when eating in a big restaurant.

In the big courtyard on the outskirts of Guo Dalu, the two relaxed for a while, put all the intrigue aside, and Guo Dalu chose vegetables together, washed the dishes and chopsticks in front of the pressurized water well, and waited for Wang Chunmei to make the meal and bring it to the stone table in the yard.

The dish is a small stir-fry of the farmhouse, five dishes, although not luxurious, but delicious.

The staple food is big steamed buns, which are stacked in bamboo baskets and placed on a stone table.

Finally, there is a large bowl of soup for one person, a large bowl of blue and white porcelain, almost the size of a human head.

Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng had never seen such a heroic way of eating, and they saw that Guo Dalu's stomach was like a bottomless pit, and the steamed buns the size of a sea bowl were thrown into their throats without even making a sound, and they couldn't close their mouths in surprise.

The two of them had already eaten a steamed bun, and Guo Dalu eliminated the small half of the frame alone, but the rest was swept away by Guo Kaishan.

Jiang Dongliu and the two looked at Guo's father and son like this, and they really saw heaven.

Jiang Dongliu muttered: "There is an ancient saying, saying that in ancient times, there were generals who ate half sheep in Japan and ten buckets of rice, I thought it was an exaggeration of the old people, but today I found out that there are really such people who can eat in reality!"

Guo Dalu laughed and said: "Modern people eat less, partly because there is more oil and water, so they naturally eat less, and partly because there is too little activity, and the appetite is naturally poor. ”

Jiang Dongliu was skeptical, "How much consumption does this have to be to eat so much?"

Guo Kaishan said to the two: "The two teachers don't know, I let this kid punch three thousand times every day, stand on the pile three sticks of incense, and practice routines at night, until midnight will let him sleep, at the end of the day, the consumption is indeed very large." ”

The old man said with a lonely face, "Just because practicing boxing is so hard, young people nowadays rarely learn martial arts!"

Jiang Dongliu knew that Guo Kaishan's father and son were both practicing martial arts, and said excitedly: "I said why are the big road martial arts novels written so well, it turns out that you are still a martial arts family!"

Guo Kaishan shook his head and didn't admit it, "We are killing pigs and selling meat, and we don't have any martial arts families!"

The meal was eaten until the red sun set, and then Jiang He and the two got up to leave.

The next day, the Yellow River Literature and Art began to promote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".