In this Tiananmen Square, there is a monument to the people's heroes, but the content of the inscription is different, after all, there is no liberation war in this world, and there are some discrepancies.

I looked at other places again, and it was indeed roughly the same, but there were slight differences, and even some differences were still very large.

After a casual stroll, someone contacted me again.

"Hey. ”

"Hey, hello, is it Mr. Ren Feng, the author of 'Xiaolou Listening to the Rain at Night'?"

A nice voice came over the phone.

"Well, it's me. ”

"Hello, I am Xingyue of Qianmo Publishing House, and I am also your new editor-in-charge, because Xu Nianyue resigned, so now I will take her place. I would like to ask, Mr. Ren, how soon do you plan to release your new book?"

"I don't have any plans for this yet. ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a plan, Mr. Ren, based on the sales performance of your previous "Those Years", our publishing house has provided a new contract, which can maximize the protection of your interests, and our publishing house can also give more resources to help you continue to operate and promote. ”

"Really?"

"Yes, Mr. Ren, I'll send the contract to your mailbox first, how about you take a look at it first? After reading it, I'll go to your city for an interview and finalize some details. Xingyue spoke.

"Well, I'm sorry, I don't plan to continue to be an author for a publishing house. ”

"What do you want to do, Mr. Ren?"

"I'd like to start my own publishing house. ”

Xing Yue paused for a moment, as if she felt that she had a hearing problem, "Ah, this, Mr. Ren, are you saying that you want to run a publishing house?"

"Yes, so I don't plan to submit any more articles during this time, I hope you will forgive me. ”

"Well, I'm going to inform my editor-in-chief, you wait a minute. ”

The phone didn't hang up, but after a while, a middle-aged female voice was changed on the other side of the phone.

"Hey, hello, I'm Huang Qiuwen, editor-in-chief of Qianmo Publishing House. ”

"Editor-in-Chief Huang: Okay. ”

"Mr. Ren, that's right, the sales of "Those Years" prove that you are an excellent writer, if you change careers to become a publishing house, it is very likely that the gains outweigh the losses, I think it will be better for you to be the author, and our Qianmo Publishing House will not treat you badly, this contract, compared with the contracts on the market, the treatment will be better. ”

"Editor-in-Chief Huang, this, I really don't have this idea for the time being. ”

"Mr. Ren, do you want to listen to the contract on my side, for a period of five years, sign a contract with our Qianmo Publishing House, sign the person's name, of course, you can get sixty percent of the sales ratio, and at the same time, we will also try our best to help you operate the rest of the copyright copyright, you account for fifty percent of the copyright, plus three million signing money, what do you think?"

"No, Editor-in-Chief Huang. ”

Hearing Ren Feng's refusal again, Editor-in-Chief Huang was also a little ugly, "Mr. Ren, the publishing house is really difficult, it is basically in a state of loss, your book sells well, the next book may not be able to do this, there are too few authors who can maintain stable sales, and if we don't help you operate, the operation of your new publishing house, without advertising and publicity, your book has a high probability of hitting the street, do you know?"

"That's my business, so Editor-in-Chief Huang doesn't have to worry about it. ”

Ren Feng said lightly.

He will never sign this contract, it looks rich, but in fact it is definitely not worth it, because his books are all classics in that world, which have been proven by the market, and even "Those Years" can be so popular, not to mention other works.

was tied up by Qianmo Publishing House for five years, and Ren Feng would not agree.

The phone hung up, and the middle-aged woman editor-in-chief of Qianmo Publishing House was so angry that she dropped the phone.

Ren Feng didn't sign it, which is definitely a loss for their publishing house!

"I don't believe that your second book can still be popular. ”

Editor-in-Chief Huang thought about it for a while, and immediately made a decision: poach people!

The books sold in "Those Years" before made the publishing house earn some, enough to dig up a few famous authors from other publishing houses, as for Ren Feng, there is no way to run, and besides, writing books is one thing, running a publishing house is another, and his publishing house will definitely not be able to get up.

……

Ren Feng didn't take this matter to heart, he checked the dynamics of the youth literature market on the Internet, and basically the entire circle knew that Gu Jianming had come out and wanted to compete with him.

Ren Feng shook his head, he ran a publishing house for the school, as for competing with Gu Jianming for that position, he really didn't care.

After a day of casual swimming in the capital, in the evening, he went straight to the Tulip Hotel in Jishuitan.

rushed to the hotel, contacted Wu Li, and got the specific location, Ren Feng went straight to a more elegant small box on the second floor.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Wu Lihaha's laughter sounded: "Brother Jiang, the brother I told you about is here." ”

Ren Feng's eyes were also looking forward, next to Wu Li, there was a middle-aged man sitting, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows, and the green stubble on the corner of his mouth indicated that he had just shaved it clean, holding a cigarette in his right hand, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes that looked at him.

"Brother Jiang, hello. ”

Ren Feng took the initiative to step forward and shake hands with Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand and smiled: "It seems that the principal in Wu Li's mouth is really young." ”

"Just came back to run the school. ”

"Isn't that a lack of qualifications?" Jiang Yuan smiled meaningfully.

"But I'm capable enough. Ren Feng was also laughing.

"Haha, sit down and talk slowly. ”

Jiang Yuan also smiled.

The three of them sat down at the table in this small box, and soon, the waiter came up, putting everything in the table, all the ingredients, and there was a charcoal copper pot in the middle of the table, which was very long, and the water around it was already boiling boiling.

"Come, old BJ's mutton hot pot, there is still some taste in this hotel. Wu Li greeted from the side.

Wu Li was not in a hurry to talk about business, and grabbed the mutton with chopsticks and pasted it on the copper pot.

It's just a moment, the mutton and the others are fine, the sauce is set aside, and the chopsticks of the three people are moving.

"Eat meat, drink soup. ”

Ren Feng was also unkind, and after eating a piece of meat, he took another bite of soup and breathed a sigh of relief.

His mouth was washed with mutton broth—a layer of oil stars and green coriander leaves—and the smell of mutton was like a cart rolling down.

Life is meaningful when there is oil and water in the stomach.

In that world, there are several Donglai Shun stores that have better mutton shabu in Beijing, but what I didn't expect is that the taste of this hotel is even better.

Jiang Yuan also took a bite, and then asked Ren Feng while putting the meat: "Boy, what about your intention, Wu Li has already told me, I don't care about your relationship with Wu Li, since you want to hire me, then you have to make me satisfied." I'd like to start by asking you a few questions. ”

"Excuse me. Ren Feng said respectfully.

"Do you know why I met you?" Jiang Yuan ate another piece of meat, chewing while looking at Ren Feng.

"Is it because of the panda incense burning virus?"

", it's such a garbage virus, do you really think I can see it?"