However, Hu Shuo didn't dare to bet that this person who could write a masterpiece like Journey to the West in the past didn't believe that the level of this person who talked to him would be average. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Really? Thank you so much to Editor-in-Chief Hu. "Zhang Zai thought that he was going to discuss this matter for a while. I didn't expect the other side to let go so easily. made Zhang Zai a little unexpected. But overall it's a good thing.

"I don't know if the first draft of the sir is finished! What is it? ”

"I've already written a little bit of the manuscript, and I'll send it over in a moment."

"Then I'm looking forward to reading the masterpiece."

After chatting for a while, Zhang Zai cut off the window for the two to talk, and then sent the first volume of the Ghost Blowing Lantern to the Exquisite Ancient City.

Looking at the document sent, Hu Shuo stopped when he was about to leave, and then clicked on the document curiously, just now he didn't tell him about the type and content of the novel. This piqued his curiosity.

He wanted to see what kind of novel he had written, and how much he was still selling at such a big juncture.

My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua, the ancestor of the Hu family was a well-known landowner in ten miles and eight townships, and in the most glorious period, he bought more than 40 houses connected by three alleys in the city.

It turned out to be in the first person? Seeing the first paragraph, Hu Shuo frowned. This first-person audience isn't that large. But Hu Shuo didn't say anything, but watched quietly. He believed that he would not make such a low-level mistake in the past.

There is a folk proverb: "You can't be rich for three generations." This is very reasonable, even if there are mountains of gold and silver in the family, they can't stand the squandering of the descendants of the losers.

In the years of the Republic of China, it was passed on to my grandfather's generation and began to fall into the middle of the family, first divided the family, Hu Guohua also got a lot of family property, enough to live a life without worry, but he refused to learn well, of course, this is also related to the social environment at the time, first indulged in gambling, and then smoked Fushou paste (big smoke), and lost the Wanguan family fortune.

Then I saw Hu Guohua cheating money to smoke Fushou ointment, and he deceived his uncle like that. also did such things that were detrimental to yin morality.

However, Hu Shuo stopped talking, but looked at the novel intently, because he found that this book was no different from Fushou paste to him now.

He always wanted to see what weird things would happen next.

This is a bitter Fan on the side. Now that the editor-in-chief occupies her place, she is not sitting on the sidelines, nor is she reminding.

"Editor-in-chief." In the end, Fan Fan couldn't stand anymore, so he stepped forward to wake up Hu Shuo.

"What's wrong?"

"Then I still have something to do." Fan Fan lowered his head after speaking.

"Well, look at my memory. I'll go back to the office, and you can send me a copy of the documents that you've been sending me in the past. Come on. With that, he hurried back to his office. He couldn't wait to see what was going on.

"Fan Fan, we want it too. Give us a copy too. "Hu Shuo's appearance just now piqued the curiosity of several people, and when Hu Shuo reviewed the manuscript before, he had never been so attentive.

They also want to see new masterpieces.

"Got it." Fan Fan nodded, copied the document, and sent it to a few colleagues.

And then the result was that the editorial team of Hu Shuo of Sifang Publishing House forgot to eat lunch time ..........

After Hu Shuo finished reading the first volume, he lay down on the chair and sighed. At this time, he finally knew why this novel was called Notes on Tomb Robbery. Not only is the first person more persuasive, but the content is also very down-to-earth, and he believes that basically no one can resist the temptation of this book.

"Hey, are there any new books that look good lately?"

"I'm looking for someone to introduce me. The last time I finished writing a novel, I couldn't find anyone, and I still can't sleep well. ”

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Hey, come and see, the author of Journey to the West has published a new book." Suddenly, someone saw the headline in the novel column of the newspaper, typed out by the Sifang Publishing House. Past annual offerings. Challenge your perception.

"Really? Let me see. Hearing the man's roar, the others were like cats asking about the smell of fish. In an instant, I came over. Want to get a look.

"You've opened a new book? They didn't even hear the wind at all. Could it be that these days are just preparing for a new work? ”

"Possibly, let's see how it's written."

"Yes." Listening to the words of the book friend, the others nodded. The heat of their discussion here is based on the quality of the novels they have written, and if not, there is no need for them to discuss it.

"Boss, give me a newspaper."

"I want one too."

Then the newspaper vendor saw the men sitting there motionless. It's like I'm obsessed.

"Is there such an evil sect?" Looking at the few people who often ordered newspapers from him sitting there like wood carvings, he laughed out loud with some disdain. Although he sells newspapers, he still doesn't pay attention to novels.

The unbeliever picked up a copy, he wanted to see what kind of novel it was that could fascinate them.

But because of this glance, the old grandson in the newspaper kiosk never looked back.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

The next day, Zhang Zai watched his father sitting on the sofa and looking at the newspaper in a daze, and came over curiously. My father had never read a newspaper before, but today it's surprising.

"The new work of the old master, you see, a few days ago he told me that someone else can't write it. I don't ask for anything else, if only you could write half of him. ”

After Zhang Yuanyi finished speaking, he put a few newspapers in front of Zhang Zai. Zhang Zheng picked it up and saw that it was his own ghost blowing the lamp.

"Dad, it's really average." Zhang Zai read the newspaper in a pretentious manner, and then said slowly, it was not that he was pretending, but that Zhang Zai wanted to hear more about how Zhang Yuanyi praised him.

thought of Zhang Yuanyi praising himself in front of him. Zhang Zheng only had three words in his heart. It's cool.

"You go away, I'm too lazy to tell you, you look at the masters, this writing, this plot. You still belittle others, just like you, I guess, he still dislikes you for being clumsy when he lifts shoes. Zhang Yuanyi shook his head.

"Dad, I'm your son, and you're such a hit? I just don't write, and if I do, I'll write better than him. Zhang Zai threw down a big sentence.