After chatting with Liu Wu, Yang Chuan turned on the computer.

As soon as he turned on the computer, he saw Yang Sitong send him a message.

"Ogawa, I've already submitted your novel The Hunger Games to Simon Publishing Group."

Hearing the news, Yang Chuan hurriedly asked, "Sister Sitong, what is the result?" ”

"Of course, it's okay for me to do the job, and Simon Publishing Group has agreed to publish your new book, The Hunger Games."

Yang Chuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said happily: "Thank you so much, Sister Sitong." ”

"Huh!" Yang Sitong sent a smiling expression and said, "It's okay! Let me tell you something, I may have to return from the United States in a while, but I will stay in Taipei for a while and wait until after the Chinese New Year to go back to Nanjiang with my father to see you. ”

Seeing this news, Yang Chuan was overjoyed and said: "That's really good, I will definitely treat you well when you come back." ”

"Uh-huh, go to bed early!"

After sending this message, Yang Sitong went offline.

For "The Hunger Games" to be published, Yang Chuan has long known that this is a rare novel.

Just after chatting with Yang Sitong, Dong Lianhua sent another message.

"Yang Chuan, your novel "Sadness Flows Into a River" has been published."

Yang Chuan secretly thought in his heart that tonight was good news one after another, first his own eyes were opened, and then "The Hunger Games" was confirmed to be published overseas, and now the third domestic work "Sadness Flows into a River" has also been published and put on the market.

"Sister Lotus, I don't know how the sales of "Sadness Flows Into a River" are?" Yang Chuan asked a little nervously.

After all, as a writer, the first thing you care about is definitely the sales of your works, because this is directly related to his manuscript fee.

"Very good!" Dong Lianhua replied: "Your novel 'Sadness Flows Into a River' has already sold 100,000 copies when it first went on sale, and now the company is making every effort to print your work, and it is expected that this novel may sell more than 1 million copies." ”

In the current recession of the domestic publishing market, there are very few authors who can sell millions of copies of a single work.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chuan said happily: "Really? It seems that the market response of "Sadness Flows into a River" is very good. ”

"Well, yes!" Dong Lianhua said: "Yang Chuan, you have now completely occupied the student market. Of course, our company wants to make you an all-round star writer, so in addition to the big sales of your works, we have also been working your image packaging. ”

"Now that your "Left Hand Reflection and Right Hand Years" has won the National Prose Literature Award, you will go and receive the award in a few days! In addition, there is your "Phantom City", including the current "Sadness Flows into a River", and we are also ready to apply to participate in the competition for the Lu Xun Literature Award, the Contradiction Literature Award, the Lao She Literature Award, and the three major Chinese literary awards. ”

"Ah~!"

Hearing this, Yang Chuan's face was suddenly full of surprise.

He never thought that his works could participate in such a lofty literary award competition, you must know that the Lu Xun Literature Award, the Contradiction Literature Award, and the Lao She Literature Award are known as the three major Chinese literary awards, and it is difficult for traditional well-known writers to win.

"Sister Lianhua, can I get these awards you said?"

"Of course not!" Dong Lianhua said directly: "Although your works "Phantom City" and "Sadness Flows into a River" are popular in the domestic publishing market, you also know the rules for awarding these awards. ”

"In any case, your style of writing is too immature and petty-bourgeoisie, and the depth of your works is not deep enough, which is a bit disease-free**, unless you can write a work like Lu Yao "Ordinary World", maybe you still have a chance to win these awards."

Yang Chuan also knows very well in his heart that in addition to Siniang's works being influential in the primary school market, it is simply impossible to make those traditional writers who think highly of themselves look at it, and it seems that it is necessary for him to write several works with depth and breadth.

However, Yang Chuan still replied depressedly: "Sister Lotus, since you can't win the award, why do you let me participate?" ”

"Let you participate in the company's consideration, we naturally want you to have a broader space for development." Dong Lianhua said with a smile: "Participating in these awards can quickly start your popularity, after all, we can't blindly squeeze your commercial value, and when you win these awards one day, you will become a well-known writer in China, and maybe one day you can win the Nobel Prize in Literature." ”

Until now, no Chinese national has ever won the Nobel Prize in Literature, the most important award in the field of world literature, but when it comes to the Nobel Prize in Literature, Yang Chuan can't help but think of Mo Yan, the first Chinese writer to win this prize ten years later.

I don't know what Mo Yan is doing now? Maybe he's creating in the sorghum field at the moment!

Yang Chuan secretly thought that he could meet him if he had the opportunity, maybe the two of them could collide with some sparks of ideas when they met.

Dong Lianhua said again: "I would like to tell you the good news, your work "Sadness Flows into a River" We have contacted YBM Publishing Group, the largest publishing house in South Korea, and they are willing to publish your Korean works. ”

"Really?"

Yang Chuan knew that his work could be published in South Korea, not to mention how happy he was, and now the Korean Wave is sweeping across the land of China, and I don't know how many boys and girls are addicted to it and have become the so-called Ha Han brain juncture.

As a Chinese, Yang Chuan must not let this trend exist, he also wants to set off a Chinese flow in South Korea, and the publication of "Sadness Flows into a River" is the first step.

"Uh-huh!" Dong Lianhua said: "Don't be too happy, there is good news below." Tomorrow, after your book fan meeting, the Donghai Writers Association will send someone to inspect you, and after the inspection, you will become a member of the Donghai Writers Association. ”

"But don't worry too much, our company has arranged this inspection is just a formality."

Yang Chuan was relieved when he heard this, and he said excitedly: "Thank you Sister Lianhua, I couldn't have achieved so much without the help of the company, and I promise you that I will write better works in the future." ”

"Huh!" Dong Lianhua chuckled and said, "Yang Chuan, I have always believed that you will become the greatest writer in China today. But I have one more thing to tell you here, Han Bing's work "Triple Gate" will be published in a while. ”

"When the time comes, the two of you can communicate more, after all, you are now a rising literary star."

"Okay, it's not too early, bye!"

Looking at Dong Lianhua's dim avatar, Yang Chuan's image of Han Bing suddenly appeared in his mind.

It is said that among the young writers born in the 80s, the only one who can compete with himself is Han Bing, Han Bing's sharp style and works are full of realism and criticism, and it is impossible to beat him with Siniang's works.

Therefore, if Yang Chuan wants to defeat Han Bing and become the first young writer born in the 80s, the only way to write more realistic socialist works is to write more realistic socialist works.