"Crossing to the Modern Tang Dynasty" is about to be put on the shelves, and a press conference will be held.

An old small robot car slowly drove into the press room, and as soon as it saw the empty press gallery below, there was only one figure, and it waved its claws angrily: "What are you doing, there is a reporter?"

"Uh-huh, can you start, I still have to rush. The only male reporter said, "Why did you write this book?"

The robot replied: "An idea that I wanted to write ten years ago, a love for ancient culture, and a lot of curiosity about the creation of various online novels." On a sunny day, I slapped the wheel of the machine, okay to write. ”

The male reporter seemed to be recording it, but he didn't, and asked, "What do you want to say to your old readers? Some people don't like you?"

The robot car hurriedly said: "It's me and it's me, look at this forced style, do others pretend to recognize it?" Don't we just want to write this time...... Iron palms, flowing faces...... That type. I think that an author can write a lot of things, different writing styles, different story types, rhythms, and cores...... Writing a book is not love, how can it be forever, you can eat some braised pork after eating bamboo shoots. Don't talk about transformation in the future, talk about hairstyles, and develop your own type. ”

Just as it was about to say that the engine oil was splashing, the male reporter interrupted it and asked, "What about the new readers, and what about all the readers?"

The robot car said: "Anyway, this book is from beginning to end, the correct way to read is to read it, we have no ambitions, everyone should not be serious, come on, come on, get up." ”

The male reporter asked again: "Do you want to sell the subscription?"

The robot captain sighed and said, "Just you, a reporter, a man, you look so ugly, so stupid, you look like the kind of person who is so stupid that you will sit on one side on horseback...... Miserable? It's miserable. ”

The male reporter was not angry, as if he had not heard it, "Then who do you want to thank you?"

The robot car said: "Thank you to my readers, my editors, the editor-in-charge Wutong is big, the editor-in-chief is big nonsense, and the old editor is a big one, all of them have helped me a lot." Thanks to my family, my puppy popsicles. ”

"Alright, I'm on my way, bye-bye. The male reporter got up and left, as if he was running away.

The machine chased up: "Hey, how many more questions? You haven't asked me for New Year's Day wishes? I wish you all a happy New Year's Day, please order the first !!."