Seeing Guo Dalu greeting him, Jiang Dongliu glanced at Guo Dalu in disbelief, "Cannon, no, Dalu, what ...... you were just now"

Guo Dalu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Celebrate the new life! I am celebrating the new life! Let me tell you Lao Jiang, I have finally survived the end today! Lao Tzu's spring is coming!"

He looked at He Chunsheng beside Jiang Dongliu, "Huh, who is this short and fat guy?"

Jiang Dongliu's face twitched, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed He Chunsheng's sleeve and pulled it, and said in a low voice: "Old He, the cannon talks like this, don't be like him!"

He Chunsheng is not in good shape, and he is most annoyed by others' appearance, but now when he heard Guo Dalu say this, he suddenly burned from the soles of his feet to the back of his head, his fat face turned red, and his heart said: "Why is this kid's mouth so damaged? Is this what a writer should say?"

The writers he has seen are all polite and polite, polite and thoughtful, rarely offending people, and most of them speak in a gentle voice, never so humble as Guo Dalu. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Chunjiang was taken aback when he saw that Guo Dalu and Jiang Dongliu really knew each other, "I said Mr. Jiang, you really came to discuss the remuneration with my family? Dalu really wrote a book?"

"Cannon wrote a book?"

Guo Kaishan was listening to Jiang Dongliu's conversation with his son with his ears open, and when he heard Wang Chunmei suddenly say such a sentence, he was immediately overjoyed, "Ahaha, the cannon can also write books? What are you kidding! What book can he write? A villain book? Or a children's book?"

The old man felt that this was the biggest joke he had ever seen in his life, his whole body was transparent, and his lower abdomen was full of urine, and he quickly folded his hands and pressed the dantian, "Are the two gentlemen looking for the wrong person?"

Wang Chunmei was a little unhappy when she heard this, "You old thing, do you have a father? Cannon, that's the nickname that someone else gave to Dalu, why did you, a father, shout along?"

She pinched her waist and made a teapot shape: "Besides, my family is also a college student of a famous university, and his education level is high! Why can't he write a book? You don't believe it when you are a father, but I believe in our family road as a mother!"

When Wang Chunmei said this, she looked at Guo Dalu with a suspicious expression, "Dalu, tell your mother the truth, did you really write a book?"

Guo Dalu: "...... I'm starting to wonder if you're still my own mother?"

He Chunsheng approached Jiang Dongliu, "Lao Jiang, are you sure this book was written by this Guo Dalu?

Jiang Dongliu also looked confused, "Probably, maybe, right?"

"But ......"

He said to He Chunsheng: "This USB drive with books is indeed given to me by Dalu!"

While the two were muttering quietly, Guo Dalu walked up to the two of them, "The two teachers are fortunate to be happy! Come on, come on, sit down and have a cup of tea!"

He let the two of them to the stone table and stone bench in the courtyard, "Sit down, you're welcome!"

Guo Kaishan moved a few Mazha for the two of them to sit on, and asked by the way: "Are you two really the editors of the publishing house?"

Jiang Dongliu couldn't cry or laugh, "Brother, do you want me to take out the documents for you to see?"

Guo Kaishan waved his hand and said, "That's not necessary!"

He smiled and said, "I sit here and listen, you don't mind, do you?"

Jiang Dongliu smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, you are Dalu's father, and there's nothing unpleasant about this!"

Guo Dalu was not happy, and waved his hand to catch Guo Kaishan, "Go, old man, choose your dishes and go, don't make trouble here! This is an elegant matter between our literati and artists, what do you know as a martial artist?"

Guo Kaishan blew his beard and glared, "Hey, little rabbit, it's against you!"

He was about to teach Guo Dalu a lesson, but his small stomach suddenly rose, and his urine was surging for a while, giving him the illusion that he was going to pee his pants in an instant, and the old man screamed and jumped to the toilet, not looking like an old man in his fifties.

Jiang Dongliu opened his mouth wide and looked at Guo Kaishan's jumping figure, and it took a long time to ask Guo Dalu: "That, Dalu, what's wrong with Brother Guo?"

Guo Dalu said with a sad face: "Alas, prostatitis! It's an old problem, and the more it is treated, the worse it gets! I don't know if it's because the medicine is wrong, or if these doctors are all waste, they have spent tens of thousands, and they have no effect at all!"

He Chunsheng next to him had a relative, "Yes, in this society now, we can't afford to get sick! It's okay to have a minor illness, but if it's a serious illness, basically we'll be ruined! Many peasants have a serious illness and can only wait for death! They don't have medical insurance, so they can't afford to be cured even if they are bankrupt!"

Guo Dalu slapped his thigh, "Yes, my family is a farmer, so I am short of money!"

He said to Jiang Dongliu: "If it weren't for the lack of money, my grandson would write a book! You don't know, for this book, it took me a whole month, and in this month, after selling pork, I came back to code words in front of the computer, damn, the keyboard made Lao Tzu knock one out!"

"What?"

Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng were dumbfounded, "It took a whole month to write this book?"

Guo Dalu couldn't help but be startled when he saw the two of them with ghostly expressions, and said cautiously: "That, isn't it too slow?"

He explained to the two: "Actually, this book has always been completely in my head, but I just type too slowly, I usually type with two fingers on the keyboard, and the speed can't go up, if I have the hand speed of a typist, in fact, I estimate that it will be completed in a week!"

Guo Dalu has never written a book, and he rarely reads some articles written by today's writers, he just reads books, and generally sees old books, and he doesn't understand the situation of today's writers at all.

In addition to practicing martial arts, he usually works, or finds a few guys to come out to play cards and drink some wine, and he has very little contact with things in the entertainment industry.

What he didn't know was that in this world, if a normal writer wants to write a high-quality novel, how can it take years of hard work to carefully polish and polish it, until the text is smooth and logical, and then dare to hand the manuscript to the editor for review.

These authors are extremely pious and cautious about the things formed by the text, and never dare to take it lightly, even if it is a novel serialized on the Internet, it is basically more carefully polished every week, if the serial author is interested in that day, and there are ten chapters and eight chapters a week, those readers who follow it can have beautiful noses bubbling, and they can't wait to run to celebrate, telling everyone that they have found a conscientious author.

But now Guo Dalu actually said that it only took him a month to write the novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which is more than one million words, Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng were a little suspicious of their ears for a while.

In the eyes of the two, this novel can be called a brilliant masterpiece that subverts traditional martial arts, its smooth and concise text, the grandeur of the plot, the ingenuity of the structure, the vividness of the characters, all kinds of whimsical ideas, and supernatural skills, all of which opened the eyes of the two and amazed them.

In their minds, such a novel should be a work of vomiting blood that the author has spent a lot of effort on, and there are few who can't write it in three or five years, and now Guo Dalu only took a month to write it, and he also complained loudly, which made the two of them unbelievable and had a great sense of absurdity at the same time.

"That, Mr. Guo, you said that it only took you a month to write "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"

He Chunsheng glared and said, "I heard it right, right?"

Guo Dalu said embarrassedly: "The first time I wrote a book, it took a bit of time, see laugh, see laugh!"

He Chunchang took a long breath and touched Jiang Dongliu's shoulder, "Lao Jiang, do you believe what he said?"