The next day, Liu Qing took the subway to work and heard two middle-aged men chatting, and the content of the conversation caught his attention. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lao Zhao, what books have you been reading recently?"

"The pinnacle of the decisive battle, a new book by first-line author Zhao Shuo. It's wonderful. ”

"What's wonderful, isn't it just the same old thing? I was in the bookstore yesterday and saw a new book, the author is also new, but this book is particularly good, I recommend you to read it, it is guaranteed to make your eyes shine. ”

"What book?"

"Looking for Mengji, the author is Liu Qing."

"Looking for Mengji? The title of the book doesn't seem to be interesting. ”

"Hehe, that's because you didn't read the content inside, it's about a modern special forces, sitting on a time machine, back to the era of the Meng Dynasty, at that time, the founding emperor of the Meng Dynasty, was still a down-and-out boy!"

"Yes, that's interesting. Modern people have gone to ancient times? And we have all studied the history of the Meng Dynasty, and we know what will happen in the future, this book is novel enough, I will go to the bookstore to rent a bookstore after work today. ”

"Hehe, I guess you can only go to the bookstore to buy, if you rent a book, you can't rent it, I turned a few pages yesterday, and I was attracted by the content, and I plan to go back to the rented bookstore near our community to rent a copy to read at home, and guess what? I ran to eight rental bookstores, but I couldn't find this book of Xun Mengji, and when I asked the boss, all of them were rented out. ”

"So exaggerated?"

"It's not an exaggeration at all, it is said that Xinhua Bookstore is out of stock!"

……

Listening to the conversation between the two, the corners of Liu Qing's mouth involuntarily curled. What he thought before was not wrong, Xun Meng Ji was indeed sought after by these old bookworms as soon as it was released.

Xun Mengji, the gimmick of crossing, in the previous other world, was almost written by people, and it was able to cross even if it was struck by lightning, and it was possible to cross it if you choked to death by drinking water, drank too much, and even walked on the street and hit your head on a telephone pole.

So much so that readers are numb.

But in this world is different, and this kind of creativity to travel through here, no one has thought of it at all. No one has used it yet.

Liu Qing's Xun Meng Ji is definitely the first person and leader to cross the army. It is conceivable that in the future, in this world, if someone cites the idea of crossing, there is absolutely no way to bypass Liu Qing.

The mere idea of a modern person traveling back in time to ancient times is enough to attract many readers.

Opening the interface of the game system, Liu Qing was taken aback again, after the last lottery, the merit value was only five hundred points left, but overnight, the merit value turned out to be about one thousand points again!

"It seems that it's not just about becoming famous as soon as possible, it's even about pretending to be coercive." Liu Qing was a little emotional.

However, before this month, the task of pretending to be released by the publisher that has been recognized by at least 30 people from the publishing house has so far, and so far, the degree of completion is 24|30, that is, it still needs the recognition and admiration of at least six people, and this pretending is considered to be completed.

But time is not up to it, there are only three days left!

How can you get the recognition and admiration of at least six people in three days?

Liu Qing had a headache.

"Yo, Liu Qing, it's here!"

"Haha, it's early today."

"Liu Qing, I still have one book left of my review task this month, otherwise, you will write me one?"

Walking into the editorial office, several colleagues raised their heads, saw Liu Qing, and smiled one after another, greeted him, and joked.

Liu Qing didn't react for a while. He has been working at Oriental Publishing House for nearly a month, and the only colleague who has a good relationship with him is Wang Xiaobo.

In addition, just a few days after he came to work, he had conflicts with Mr. Li, Zhao Zhiqian and others, and many colleagues met him with formulaic smiles and nods.

However, today, almost overnight, several people's attitudes towards Liu Qing have changed, which Liu Qing did not expect.

"Hehe, hello Mr. Liu, if you are not afraid of my poor writing, then I will promise to write you a copy, I hope you don't call me back directly when the time comes."

Liu Qing responded with a smile.

Returning to his seat, as soon as he sat down, Wang Xiaobo rushed over and slapped Liu Qing hard, "Good boy, treat!" ”

"What kind of guests?" Liu Qing pretended to be stupid.

"Xun Meng Ji is on sale!"

Wang Xiaobo lowered his voice and said, "I have relatives in the publishing house, you know, right?" I inquired for you yesterday, and in just a few days, almost all of the 50,000 copies that were first printed in the distribution department have been sold out! Booksellers make 10 phone calls a day asking for additional printing, and last night the editor-in-chief made a decision to print another 100,000 copies! ”

He looked at Liu Qing with envy and hatred, "Manuscript fee plus royalties, how much money do you have to make!" Especially the royalties, although not high, but can't stand to sell more, it is estimated that just the first volume, you have to earn hundreds of thousands, didn't you kid say that you can write more than a dozen volumes? Millionaire, no, no, you have to treat your buddies to a big dinner in the evening! ”

A female editor passed by, heard Wang Xiaobo's words, and said playfully: "Teacher Liu Qing, you can't be partial, if you want to have a treat, you have to call all the people in our editorial department." ”

Sophisticated? Or is it warm and cold?

It's normal.

Liu Qing is a new editor who doesn't have any resume, so naturally no one pays attention to him. However, when the first volume of Xun Mengji was released and published, in just a few days, it showed an amazing momentum, and under such circumstances, Liu Qing's status naturally began to be valued by others.

Not to mention the rest, take Xun Meng Ji as an example, from the current distribution momentum, it can be seen that Xun Meng Ji will definitely be popular, in this case, although Liu Qing is a new author, but his popularity will definitely rise.

Even if Liu Qing's own work as an editor is not very good, everyone is willing to have a good relationship with him - if he does not edit in the future, he will definitely be a good writer.

These days, editors are very good, but it is even more difficult to find a good author! In particular, those authors who are really famous will not choose to cooperate with third-tier publishing houses like Oriental Press.

If Liu Qing leaves his job in the future, he will have a good relationship with him now, and he may be able to hand over the new book to them for the sake of his colleagues in the future.

Because of this, in addition to Zhao Zhiqian and Mr. Li, everyone else in the editorial department wants to have a good relationship with Liu Qing.

"Yes, no problem."

Liu Qing happily agreed, there were only a dozen people in the editorial department, and there were two or three thousand yuan for a big meal, so it was almost the same, he smiled: "But I have to wait for the royalty money to come down, and I paid the rent for the manuscript fee a few days ago." ”

"Mr. Liu, this is a letter from a reader."

A female clerk held a stack of letters, put them on Liu Qing's table, and said with a smile: "There are still yours in it." ”

"So fast?"

Seeing this, Wang Xiaobo on the side jumped over again and said with a smile: "Some readers feel good after reading the book, and want to write a letter to the author, but they can't find the address, so they can only send it to the publishing house, hoping that we can transfer it to them, but your kid is fast enough, and some readers have written to you just a few days after it was released." ”