In the western restaurant, a phone call from Yan Lao made Li Feiteng reluctantly lift his spirits and rushed to the publishing house.

Liu Shuqin was waiting for him at the door, she saw Li Feiteng getting off a brand-new Buick, and hurriedly came up with a smile to greet him: "Hey, you're here!"

"What is the matter with Elder Yan asking me to come?" asked Li Feiteng with a reluctant smile.

"I don't know, go in and say. Liu Shuqin immediately noticed that he was in a bad mood, and she didn't dare to ask anything, so she took Li Feiteng into the publishing house.

In the editor-in-chief's office, Liu Shuqin pushed open the door and let him in, Li Feiteng saw another short-haired middle-aged woman sitting inside, and she was chatting happily with Yan Lao.

As soon as Li Feiteng came in, the woman looked back at him, quickly stood up and said with a smile: "Principal Zhang's child is really young and talented!"

"Who are you?" Li Feiteng looked at this woman with an extraordinary temperament, and he felt a little familiar.

Yan Lao smiled and said, "Li Feiteng, you don't even know Aunt Tie Ning?"

"Ah!" Li Feiteng was reminded by Yan Lao, he immediately reacted, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to apologize: "I'm sorry Aunt Tie, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful than the photo, my mother likes your "Rose Gate" the most!"

"Hehe, thank you!" Tie Ning also smiled politely.

Yan Lao waved his hand at Liu Shuqin, let her go out and closed the door.

The three of them all sat down on the sofa, Li Feiteng and Yan Lao sat together, Tie Ning sat opposite, she looked at Li Feiteng with a smile, and she already had a decision in her heart.

There are kung fu tea sets on the coffee table, and the kettle is ready-made, it is obvious that Yan Lao is preparing to make kung fu tea to entertain guests, Li Feiteng saw that Yan Lao wanted to make tea, he hurriedly said: "Grandpa Yan, I'll make it!"

"Will you!" Yan Lao didn't give face to young people at all, he thought that at Li Feiteng's age, where would he make kung fu tea.

Li Feiteng didn't speak, he immediately stood up and cooked.

The process of making kung fu tea requires human patience, and Li Feiteng asked while brewing, "What is the matter with Grandpa Yan calling me today?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask!" Yan Lao and Tie Ning looked at each other and smiled, he said, "No, I am discussing with your Aunt Tie Ning about letting you join the Writers' Association. ”

"It's a good thing!" Li Feiteng said with a smile, he is not disgusted at all with joining the Writers' Association, one more identity, one more path, and more friends, and he may really invest in founding a literary group in the future.

"A good thing is a good thing, since you kid came out with "The Legend of Wukong" last year, have you ever written a new work?" asked Yan Lao.

"I don't have time to write about this. Li Feiteng explained with a smile, he now smelled a hint of smell, it turned out that Yan Lao wanted him to write a book again.

Tie Ning said: "If you join the Municipal Writers Association, a copy of "The Legend of Wukong" is enough, but Feiteng, Yan and I always want to take you into the China Writers Association!"

"Ah!" Li Feiteng was stunned at this time, he didn't expect to be able to enter the China Writers Association all of a sudden, so he said: "Aunt Tie, this should be a little difficult, a book and my age, I'm afraid it will be blocked out!"

"So, you should write another one!" said Yan Lao.

"Okay!" Li Feiteng finally made kung fu tea, he poured three small cups, and handed them to Yan Lao and Tie Ning.

Yan Lao picked up the teacup with a suspicious face, his eyes lit up, and he praised: "Xiao Teng, it's not bad!"

"It's delicious!" Tie Ning nodded, she continued: "This year's "The Legend of Wukong" is definitely the national sales champion, Li Feiteng, you are the youngest among the post-70s writers, and now you are also the most famous, Yan and I always want to push you down to the height of the representative of the post-70s writers, and strive to expand the influence of the Writers' Association on the young readers!"

Tie Ning's words are really heartfelt, yes, the Chinese Writers Association looks very explosive, but in the eyes of best-selling authors, in the eyes of the post-80s generation, the influence is really low. In the era of online literature, the writers' association has really become an organization that is completely unrelated to best-selling authors.

"Feiteng, your Aunt Tie has said this, you can agree!" Yan Lao said with a smile as he drank tea.

Li Feiteng and Tie Ning glanced at each other, he paused twice and then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll write another book!"

"Okay!" Tie Ning smiled happily, with Li Feiteng's words, she could recommend him to join the Writers' Association in advance with her friends in the next two years.

"What kind of work are you going to create this time?" Tie Ningguan asked.

Yan Lao also looked at Li Feiteng, he really wanted to know what earth-shattering works this kid could write!

Li Feiteng's mind quickly flashed one classic novel after another, and he decided after a moment and said, "This time, I am going to write a historical novel!"

"Oh!" Tie Ning's eyes lit up, if it was a historical novel, then she would be very confident that she would pull Li Feiteng into the Writers' Association.

Li Feiteng's "The Legend of Wukong" can only be regarded as a myth, and the text is not rigorous, although the whole text is amazing, it is still criticized by many writers.

If the young Li Feiteng can have a rigorous historical fiction work, it will definitely impress many writers.

At this time, Li Feiteng didn't know what Tie Ning was thinking, if he knew Tie Ning's thoughts, then he would definitely cry and laugh, where would he write a rigorous historical novel, he would write the first non-rigorous historical novel in history - "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty"!

After Li Feiteng agreed, neither he nor Tie Ning stayed for a long time, and Tie Ning, as the vice chairman of the Writers' Association, was able to come to discuss with Li Feiteng in person, undoubtedly with the help of his mother Zhang Ruoying.

"Mom, you can't let me be idle for a while!" After Li Feiteng walked out of the publishing house, he got in the car and hurriedly called his mother to complain.

Zhang Ruoying had a meeting at school, and as soon as she heard her son's complaints, she understood that her son had promised Tie Ning that something had happened, and she smiled: "What are you talking about, I'll have a meeting, and I'll talk about it when I go home tonight!"

"It's so cunning!" Li Feiteng put down his phone, he took a deep breath, and drove to the nearby Xinhua Bookstore with some sorrow.

On the way, Li Feiteng was thinking about how to write "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty".

This is a very non-rigorous biography of the Ming Dynasty, written since Zhu Yuanzhang was born, and has been using vernacular and humorous language to express the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty vividly!

Li Feiteng doesn't like to read historical novels, but he only likes the book about the Ming Dynasty.

Even if he likes it, Li Feiteng wants to completely plagiarize the Ming Dynasty, it's just wishful thinking, but he remembers that the Ming Dynasty has a total of about 800,000 words, even if he reads it several times, he can only recall some general outlines now, but some classic quotations are remembered more.

"Don't be afraid, anyway, we are now well-known best-selling authors, and such an amazing historical novel as the Ming Dynasty, even if I can steal one-tenth of the flavor of the original work, it will basically be able to sell well!" Li Feiteng nodded confidently in his heart, he parked the car and walked into Xinhua Bookstore.

Today is the weekend, Li Feiteng saw a lot of parents and students as soon as he entered Xinhua Bookstore, and he knew very well that most of his fans were teenagers, so he hurriedly lowered his head and walked quickly to the bookstore.

You don't have to look at it, an unpopular book like a history book must be in the corner.

"Hehe, it's here!" Li Feiteng smiled, there were really no customers on the history bookshelf here, and he didn't have to worry about anyone finding him.

Immediately afterwards, Li Feiteng's eyes and hands began to work quickly, he knew very well what those things in the Ming Dynasty were a novel, it was a hodgepodge of Ming Dynasty history books, whether it was a folk secret history or an official history, Li Feiteng saw the word Ming Dynasty written on it, and he took it off the shelf.

Walking over a row of bookshelves, Li Feiteng had already hugged the first Ming history book, and there were about 20 of them.

Of course, this is not over, he turned around and came to the other side of the bookshelf, still picking up the history of the Ming Dynasty, this trip, there are more than 30 copies!

"Oops, I'm tired!" Li Feiteng looked at the pile of two and a half meters high "book tower", his head hurt a little, thinking that he would have to read these books over and over again, he was a little trembling about the days in the next six months!

On top of that, Li Feiteng felt that none of this was likely enough, and that he might often go to the National Library in the future to borrow some old books that were not available in the market.

"Brother Feiteng!" A little girl's voice suddenly sounded from behind, Li Feiteng was startled, he was just about to turn around, the little girl ran behind him with a smile, covered his eyes with both hands, and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, guess who I am!"

"Who?" Li Feiteng wondered in his heart, he really couldn't think of any relatives and friends in Yanjing who had little girls.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man in gray clothes walked over, and he said, "Mi Mi, let go of your hand!"

"Oh!" Li Feiteng suddenly laughed, he pulled the little girl's hands down, stood up and smiled at the little girl, looked up and greeted the middle-aged man, "Uncle Yang!"

"Well, I brought Mi Mi to buy books today, she is your little book lover!" Yang Xiaolin nodded and smiled.

Li Feiteng looked down at the little girl again, and he was really very emotional.

Who would have known that this inconspicuous little Yang Mi would become a big star in the future!

When Li Feiteng's father was alive, his family and Yang Mi's family were on the same alley, Li Feiteng was 9 years older than Yang Mi, and when he was 12 years old, he often played around with this little girl.

After the death of his father in his previous life, his mother moved in order to work hard, and Li Feiteng did not meet Yang Mi after that, but only occasionally contacted and asked by phone, and later when Yang Mi became a big star, Li Feiteng just smiled and sent some text messages to congratulate her, and she sent gifts to her parents' house on her birthday, and would not go to her birthday party.

As a big brother next door, he silently wished her peace and happiness in the future. He never thought of getting any help from Yang Mi's side. What's more, in her previous life, Yang Mi knew that he was admitted to Tsinghua University, and she stated that she wanted to take Li Feiteng as her goal and become an excellent girl.

A big brother who used to be a great big brother in the eyes of a girl, he ended up failing, and the girl succeeded!

This kind of gap, this kind of Yangtze River back wave pushing the front wave, the fact that one generation is stronger than the next, really makes many people very uncomfortable.

"Are you my book lover?" Li Feiteng came back to his senses, he looked at Yang Mi, who already had a delicate and cute star face, looked at her eyes full of aura, and asked, "What is your favorite line in the book?"

"What's the benefit?" Xiao Yangmi blinked and smiled cutely.

"A signature, and a blessing!" Li Feiteng said.

"I want to take a group photo! I told my classmates that you used to be my neighbor and hugged me when I was a child, and they didn't believe me!" Xiao Yang Mi pouted and said cutely angrily.

"Good!"

"My favorite, um, hee-hee...... In the sky, there was a moon so blue! The Milky Way in the sky shone quietly on a crying pig...... "After Xiao Yang Mi finished reciting, she also made a grimace, pressed her nostrils with both hands, and made a humming sound, looking like a funny elf.