"Of course, you are the subject of the late Yuan Dynasty and the early Ming Dynasty, why can't you be historical?" Mr. Peng changed his posture and sat for a little longer.

"No, what I have here has nothing to do with history, right?

Zhu Quan was a little panicked again, this won't be discovered, right? His identity, his past, won't be dug up little by little, right?

"At first glance, you are a layman, there are some characteristics of clothing and furniture in your novels, right?" Mr. Peng leaned forward a little and narrowed the distance between him and Zhu Quan.

"Yes, but that's to solve the case, there is blood on the clothes, and the shape of the wound, etc., to judge the type of murder weapon!"

"Readers are concerned with that, but historians are concerned with the patterns you describe. ”

"Pattern?"

"Yes, in different eras, the patterns on the clothes will change, in peacetime, if the family is rich, then the pattern will be biased towards the moire brocade and the like, if it is a turbulent era, the style of the pattern will be switched, the style will be heavier, there may be more patterns such as fierce beasts. ”

These are actually people's inner reactions, and under the influence of the environment, they will unconsciously integrate into every aspect of life. ”

"When you say that, it seems that I will not be able to describe it in such detail in the future. Zhu Quan was a little unpredictable, whether he would sell himself or not, and began to mumble in his mouth.

"It's a good thing to be meticulous when it's time to be meticulous, and occasionally release such a point to the reader, but if there are too many such details, it is easy for the reader to say that it is water, and if the front and back do not match, then the writing will collapse, so don't write so much, occasionally one or two descriptions are perfect!"

Mr. Peng inadvertently echoed Zhu Quan's thoughts.

Hearing this, Zhu Quan woke up a little, "What do you mean is to write a little once in a while, so that interested people can dig deeper, but you can't write too much, so that they lose this fun?"

"That's right, you don't know the aroma of meat until you can't eat enough, if you let him eat it, he will be disgusted!" Mr. Peng's words were not rough, and he said something heaven-shattering.

It's really better to listen to your words than to read a book for ten years, Zhu Quan used to write according to his own experience, after listening to these words of Mr. Peng, he suddenly opened his mouth, which is really helpful for the writing in the future!

"Thank you Mr. Peng, it seems that I used to work behind closed doors!" Zhu Quan sighed, worthy of being the editor-in-chief, his knowledge and pattern are really not comparable to his own small work.

"Hahaha, your starting point is already very high, steady and steady, in the future, this circle, and even other circles, will have a place for you!" patted Zhu Quan on the shoulder, Mr. Peng got up, it seems that the purpose of this chat has been achieved.

He originally wanted to persuade Zhu Quan to give up this auction, although some film and television companies promised him something in private, but he didn't care about those things anymore.

Started at the grassroots level, step by step to the position of editor-in-chief, he deserves everything, and now he is doing what he wants to do.

At the right time, there is such a good work, which can replace the Qing court opera and export another Chinese culture, isn't it more worth fighting for than any money beauty?

The conversation was almost over, and the two of them returned to the box.

Mr. Peng took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, "Lao Chen, you take a few of them to sing a song or something at night, I have to accompany my daughter to the movies, and I owe her a month." After saying hello to Lao Chen, and then nodding to the others, he left first.

Then the big guys followed Lao Chen, whether they wanted to go or not, they had to give this face, the writers were all otaku, whether they were gods or hit the streets, it was great to be able to relax.

There is a good KTV near the mall next door, and Lao Chen directly ordered a big bag, which is more than enough for six people.

Zhu Quan is still curious about this kind of place, take a look here, take a look there.

Although he had gradually accepted a lot of new things in the town, it was the first time he had seen many things here.

A small microphone can release such a loud sound, which is infinite if it was on the battlefield at the beginning.

Just when Zhu Quan's soul was wandering outside the world, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder and glanced at it, it was Zilong.

"What do you want, come and sing and drink!" said and handed him the microphone.

"I won't, you can sing it!" Zhu Quan handed the microphone back, these songs, he heard them for the first time, and he could sing a yarn.

It's that when I was fighting before, I followed a group of brothers and hummed some military tunes, but I couldn't take it to the table.

A few people drank and sang, and when they reached ten o'clock, they broke up and rested.

Zilong is a self-acquaintance, although he knew the other two people earlier, but he was sticky to Zhu Quan, which made him a little unbearable.

No, when he arrived at the elevator, he had to pull him to relax, but Zhu Quan refused again.

The reason is that the code word is more, and the number of words owed is too much.

"You're going to add more to the 'King of Explosives', don't let us live!" Zilong complained, and didn't continue to persuade him.

Looking at Zhu Quan coding words on his mobile phone, Zilong asked with a little doubt, "Zhu Quan, you don't want to use your mobile phone to add updates, right?"

"yes, what else?

"Isn't it faster than this thing to buy a notebook?"

"Didn't you buy it? "I thought about it for a while, although I don't know what this 'notebook' is, but listening to him, it feels pretty good, and I'll look it up on the Internet later.

"You can get one, I'm here, see you later!"

"See you later!"

After opening the room with the door card and putting the things away, Zhu Quan searched the notebook.

It turned out to be a mobile computer!

Then I'm not afraid that I won't be able to code words when I go out in the future, and the next thing is a night of online shopping learning courses, and I finally placed an order, and I waited for Uncle Zhou to receive them.

"Whew, I'm really tired, it seems that there are still a lot of things to learn!"

Then it's time to box, wash, and sleep!

The next day, the sovereign still got up early, exercised a lap first, and then came back for breakfast, and lay on the bed to code slowly, who let him not have a computer now.

Originally, I was going to go back in the morning, but Mr. Peng sent a message, saying that he was asking him to go to see the copyright auction together, what was going on.

No, just waiting for the call of Editor-in-Chief Peng.

At 10:15, Editor-in-Chief Peng sent a message, gathered in the lobby downstairs, and went to Qiwen headquarters.

There are two cars in total, one for Mr. Peng, one for Zilong, one for Zhu Quan, and one for the other two gods, Editor-in-Chief Chen and Xiaofei should not participate in this auction.

Twenty minutes later, I came to the auction site, a conference room in Qiwen.

In fact, the auction of copyright does not have such a strict process, and what notary public or the like is needed, that is, a few interested companies, and the person in charge of Qiwen plus the author, sit together, drink tea, chat, and come up with a price.

There is nothing to say here, and there is no price hike, they are all real, and these companies have been partners of Qiwen for many years, and there will be no greasy existence.

Everyone arrived, Mr. Peng cleared his throat and decided to start this copyright auction.

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