Liu Ming came to the bedroom.

The bedroom is not big, but it is very childlike.

The bedroom is cluttered, with a pile of blocks in the corner, puzzle pieces scattered on the floor, and a giant cartoon bear doll not far from the puzzle.

There is also a desk in the bedroom, which is small, but there are a lot of things on the table, a wooden pen holder with a king-size lollipop, and some candy and chocolates scattered on the table.

The warm-colored wall wallpaper is plastered with all kinds of posters, but they are not ordinary celebrity photo posters, but some characters or animals from cartoons and animations.

All kinds of furnishings make the bedroom look like a miniature kindergarten, with a kawaii flavor.

By all indications, this should be a room for a young child.

In fact, Liu Ming has this awkward feeling every time he comes to this childlike bedroom, especially after Liu Ming knows very well that the person who arranges this bedroom is a man or a middle-aged man in his thirties, every time he comes to this bedroom, Liu Ming will feel uncomfortable.

Even if this man is Liu Ming's uncle, he is also a famous fairy tale writer in the empire.

"Perhaps, letting yourself feel like you are in the good memories of your childhood at any time is also the reason why my uncle was able to create so many excellent fairy tales!"

Coming to the desk in the bedroom, Liu Ming took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer under the desk very familiarly, which was also Liu Ming's favorite thing to do when he was a child, for Liu Ming at that time, there was nothing more interesting than Yang Yu's fairy tale.

It's just that the manuscript that used to make Liu Ming particularly like it seems to weigh more than a thousand catties at the moment, Liu Ming struggled in his heart, and finally pulled out a manuscript from dozens of manuscripts, carefully put it away, and went out to walk towards the newspaper office.

More than an hour later, Liu Ming returned home, and the emotions in his heart were also very complicated, including shame, pride, and a trace of weakness.

Only Liu Ming knew what he had just done!

took his uncle's fairy tale work and submitted it to one of the dozens of newspapers held by the Star Cup Fairy Tale Creation Competition, still using his own name.

Somehow, although Liu Ming knew that it was wrong for him to do this, when he thought that he could defeat Ye Chen, Liu Ming felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart!

The best fairy tale writer of the young generation of the empire, recognized in the literary world as the first person to write fairy tales since Tong Fan, and the second fairy tale writer in the empire to sell a collection of fairy tales into a bestseller since Tong Fan!

In Liu Ming's eyes, in the entire empire, there is no fairy tale writer who can compare with Yang Yu, and this is indeed the case, Yang Yu's last collection of fairy tales, "Fairy Tales Under the Stars," sold an astonishing 60,000 copies in the empire last year! It became one of the bestsellers of the empire that year! It was also the only fairy tale work among the more than a dozen bestsellers of the empire that year!

With this "Firefly under the Starlight" as an entry, Ye Chen will definitely not win!

Thinking so in his heart, Liu Ming couldn't help but smile on his face!

……

Ye Chen's code speed is very fast, and it didn't take long for a "Cinderella" to be written.

After checking it, there were no typos or missing words, Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction, and after taking a copy of the USB flash drive, Ye Chen went out and walked towards the printing shop.

If memory serves, although the Star Cup fairy tale writing competition will not be officially held until next month, it can already be submitted three days ago.

Holding the manuscript that had just been printed, Ye Chen walked towards the "Qingyang Daily".

Solving one more thing, Ye Chen's heart was very relaxed, and after returning home, he coded tens of thousands of words with great interest, and it was not until the evening that Ye Chen fell asleep deeply.

Ye Chen's day was busy and fulfilling, and the media in Qingyang City were not idle.

Qingyang City is a small city, except for its long cultural heritage, the level of economic development is among the major cities in the empire.

And for such a city, it won't take long for everyone to know what is happening in the city, big and small.

Before the publication of "The Da Vinci Code" and "The Sister-in-law", after Huayu Publishing House's unsparing publicity of "The Sister-in-law", it can be said that most people in Qingyang City knew about it.

Qingyang City is not big, Huayu Publishing House is one of the largest newspapers in Qingyang City, and this time the book is published by Cheng Ji, the most famous writer in Qingyang City's imperial literary circle, although this reputation is only compared to other writers in Qingyang City, but it is enough to attract the attention of ordinary citizens.

The citizens are very concerned, not to mention the large and small media in Qingyang City, which survives by eyeball economy!

In order to meet the needs of readers and audiences, as early as before publication, the news about the publication of Cheng Ji's new book "Auntie" has not stopped.

And what is the most eye-catching thing about the publication of a novel?

First day sales, of course!

Therefore, as early as the day of the publication of "The Da Vinci Code" and "The Concubine", the heads of the major media in Qingyang City had already arranged for their subordinates to go to Huayu Publishing House to keep an eye on them, just to get first-hand news.

As soon as the first-day sales of Huayu Publishing House were counted, in addition to the publishing house and Ye Chen, the media were the first to get the news.

In the morning, in the press reception room of Huayu Publishing House.

"Lao Zhao, how much do you say Cheng Ji's sales on the first day?" Lao Li, a reporter from Qingyang Daily, sat on the sofa and handed over a cigarette and asked curiously.

Lao Zhao took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, squinted his eyes and spit out a smoke ring with great enjoyment, "This is not explanatory, but after all, it is Cheng Ji, our Qingyang City is not big, and Cheng Ji is still a little famous in the literary world. ”

"I think so, but Lao Zhao, have you noticed, there is another book published with Cheng Ji's new book this time. Lao Li said lightly, with an inscrutable smile on his face.

Lao Zhao was very disdainful when he heard this, and sneered: "Although I don't like Cheng Ji either, I have to admit that in Qingyang City, except for those retired older generation of writers, Cheng Ji is the first person in our Qingyang City in the literary world. ”

"Lao Zhao, do you remember that two days ago, we had a student give a speech at Qingshui High School?"

"Remember, why don't you remember, that kid's speech is good, I listened to it quite right, hehe, I went back that day because of this child's speech, my boss praised me, and I have to thank you for not leaving immediately that day, otherwise it would be a pity to give such a wonderful speech, it seems that only the two of us took it that day, right?"

"No, but I'm not asking you this, don't you remember what the kid said at the end of his speech?"

"What's that?" Lao Zhao saw that Lao Li was selling Guanzi, and he was also a little curious.

"I remember that at the end of his talk, he seemed to recommend a book called The Da Vinci Code. Lao Li said lightly.

Lao Zhao was shocked when he heard this, the speech of the first two days impressed Lao Zhao very deeply, not to mention that Lao Zhao was praised by his boss for taking a speech, so Lao Zhao clearly remembered that the speech was three days ago, and the publication date of "The Da Vinci Code" was two days ago, that is to say, the "Da Vinci Code" recommended in that speech had not been published at that time!