Years later, Chu Xiaohe's novel has been published for a month, and according to statistics, the novel "Cultivation" has exceeded three million publications. He's so tired these days trying to catch up on the manuscript, and he feels like he needs to adjust.

Chu Xiaohe was walking around in the living room exercising, he could now walk on his own, but the strength of his legs had to be exercised.

"Xiao He, you see what Grandpa said is right, your novel must be a bestseller, Chu Jing called and said, she thought it was very intriguing after reading it", the old man sat on the sofa in the living room and said,

"Actually, I didn't expect that so many people would buy the novel I wrote at that time," Chu Xiaohe replied,

"This is when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you", the old man said with a smile.

"Xiao He, so that you can be a full-time writer in the future", Chu Baichuan also said,

"Dad, I really didn't think about it that way, it's so tiring, I don't even want to write a novel, and I don't even want to write it in the end",

"And what do you want to do in the future?" Chu Baichuan asked,

"I'm going to get a job when I get better, and then I'll see if there are any entrepreneurial projects while I work, and I'm already a little rich now. Dad, what are you going to do?" Chu Xiaohe asked rhetorically,

"Me, I discussed with your mother and grandfather, we want to go back to our hometown to start a business, the cost is low in our hometown, we want to start all over again. Didn't your grandfather contract a hill, we plan to set up a farm?"

"Oh, that's okay, then I'll join the stocks, and I'll count it as my share",

"You kid, now you have a little money, you can't do it",

"Where is it, really, anyway, the income from my writing is also put away, you take it and use it first, Dad",

"Okay, then it's your share", Chu Baichuan replied.

BJ after the year is still quite cold, Xie Wanjing looked at the book "Practice" recommended to him by Wang Ledan in his spare time, and he really felt a lot, and he always felt that the character of Lan Yingying in the book was so much like herself. When Wang Ledan gave her the recommendation book, he didn't tell her that it was written by Chu Xiaohe. Xie Wanjing just felt that this pen name was so kind Xiao Yu He Xia, and she was very curious about how it was so coincidental, and Chu Xiao He had two words.

The more she thought about it, the more curious she felt, and finally dialed Wang Ledan's phone.

"Ledan, I read part of the book you recommended to me",

"How's it being written?" Wang Ledan said with a smile,

"It's good, it's a lot of feeling. What is the name of this author?",

Wang Ledan laughed on the phone.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh if I want, I knew you would ask",

"What's wrong? Who is the author?"

"Who do you think it is?" Wang Ledan asked rhetorically,

"It can't be Chu Xiaohe, right?"

Wang Ledan laughed again.

"Oh, you mean!" Xie Wan said anxiously,

"Well, that's him",

When Xie Wanjing heard this, she was stunned for a moment, she knew that she thought in her heart, how do you think that this novel has its own shadow, so that the protagonist in the novel likes Lan Yingying, which means that Chu Xiaohe likes herself, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth thinking about her happiness.

"Hey, hey, what do you want, don't talk for a long time", Wang Ledan asked on the phone,

"Ah, no, no, no",

"Didn't you think he wrote it",

"Well, I really didn't expect him to have such a writing style,"

"Do you know what the circulation of this book is?"

"How much?"

"Three million copies!"

"What? so much?"

"Well, of course, there are more people who buy good writing", Wang Ledan said with a smile.

"I didn't expect him to be a talent, I thought he would just fight and kill",

"Then you don't know, he's a cute person who reads, and his bedroom is full of books he reads."

"So many!"

"That's not it,"

The two of them chatted and chatted about Chu Xiaohe's condition, as well as Xie Wanjing's future plans, and they talked for more than an hour before hanging up the phone.

In the afternoon, Editor-in-Chief Xie came from out of town with a colleague and wanted to talk to Chu Xiaohe about the manuscript.

In the living room, Editor-in-Chief Xie wore a pair of gold-wire glasses and smiled and said, "Xiao He, we are here this time, first of all, we mainly come to see you, and secondly, I want to talk to you about the manuscript." There is also a commission from the previous novel, which has already been hit to your bank card",

"Thank you for coming so far to see me, I've already received the money. It's just that I don't really want to write about this manuscript now, I really want to rest and rest, and I don't want to develop in this direction in my heart," Chu Xiaohe replied politely,

"Xiao He, let me tell you this, in fact, we have all read your writing, and you are very developed in this convenience",

"I mainly feel that I am really not suitable to be a writer",

"You can treat him as a hobby, write in your spare time",

Chu Xiaohe smiled slightly when he heard this.

Editor-in-chief Xie said: "You see that your body has not fully recovered now, you should have a lot of time to write now, anyway, why not be idle." We can buy out the work you write at one time, and the remuneration will definitely not be less, and when you are completely well, you can use the money to do something else, isn't it a matter of killing two birds with one stone?"

Chu Xiaohe listened to it and felt that it made sense, he just felt that he was really too tired these days, and he didn't want to write anything in his heart.

"In that case, let me rest first, I really feel very tired after so many days of rushing to the manuscript",

"We can understand this, creation is a hard thing, you can adjust yourself, and then start creating, we will draw up the contract in advance, and then send it to you, you can take a good look at it, and then give us a reply", Editor-in-Chief Xie said with a smile,

"Okay, you can. I also have a good idea of what kind of subject matter to write about, and I will contact you in time."

"Well, I wish us a happy cooperation."

After the editor-in-chief Xie finished talking about things, he didn't eat dinner, so he hurriedly caught the evening plane and left.

In the evening, Chu Xiaohe sat down at the computer desk in a daze, looked at the messages given to him by fans, and felt in his heart that he had really done a very meaningful thing, many netizens said that they wanted to come to see him, but he refused, Chu Xiaohe didn't want to be disturbed, and he didn't want his bumpy experience to be known.

Ding Dong, the QQ avatar flashed, Chu Xiaohe clicked on it and saw that it was like a dream, that is, a message from a fan named Zhao Xue.

"What are you doing?"

Chu Xiaohe began to tap on the keyboard,

"In a daze",

"Daze, what's the daze?"

"It's nothing, it's just thinking about things",

"Oh, I've started working today as an administrative assistant in a company",

"That's good, congratulations!"

"Hey, hey,"

"I really envy you, I've already gone to work, I'm still recovering",

"I believe that you will fully recover after a while, and you will find a good job like me",

"Well, I don't even know what I want to do right now,"

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, what are you worried about!"

"Also, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. By the way, today the publishing house has asked me to sign a contract to buy out the copyright of my next novel".

"It's a good thing! Great, there's a good work to watch,"

"What's the matter, I'm so tired that I haven't come back to my senses, and I have to start writing again",

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you".

The two chatted until late at night, because Zhao Xue had to go to work tomorrow to rest. Chu Xiaohe chatted with this fan very speculatively, which may also be the reason for sympathy, and he always felt that he had endless words to say to her.