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Yu Yan took a while to write it and sent it directly to Liao Wei, and after hearing that the cover was going to use the image of a ruffian, Yu Yan couldn't help but admire: "It's a pity that Lao Liao, you don't do literary criticism, you can understand it to this extent in just a few words, I have to praise you for being awesome!" ”

"That means I got it right." Liao Wei thought to himself, maybe I'm a genius too? Speaking of which, his life has never been chosen by himself, it's just that life has brought him to this point, and I don't know if he is really talented in literary criticism.

"That's right!" Yu Yan shouted exaggeratedly.

Liao Wei on the phone was startled, and he was excited to know that Yu Yan was excited and happy that he would be able to leave a name in the history of literature in the future: "I don't know why you have to do this, anyway, if I write that kind of unfathomable thing, create an ethereal image, and never engage in this kind of ruffian." ”

"So you're not me!" Yu Yan laughed twice, "How can a genius like us be the same as an ordinary person like you?" ”

"Okay, well, I will rely on you in the future!" Liao Wei also laughed over there, the age difference between the two is quite a bit forgetful, Liao Wei also feels that talking to Yu Yan is very easy, he has also been in contact with some celebrities before, and he always feels that these people are a little high, although this kind of high-mindedness is hidden deeply, he still notices it.

Once when he read the newspaper and saw the story of a certain historical genius who committed suicide, he was deeply moved, they can all find some disharmony in the smallest things, but he is far less than the genius who committed suicide, and now there is a genius on the other side of the phone, I don't know what the spiritual realm of this genius is.

Liao Wei felt that he couldn't understand it, it seemed difficult to understand his own realm, he didn't know, in fact, it wasn't a realm, it was just an environment, he had been in this environment for too long, so long that he couldn't understand the so-called hooliganism.

Liao Wei thought about it and looked at the new article that came over, the title was actually called "Don't Treat Me as a Human", Liao Wei shrugged, I don't know why he always felt that this scoundrel was quite literary.

The two were chatting about Yu's mother coming home from work, and Yu Yan saw that her mother's face was a little uncomfortable, so she asked casually: "What's wrong?" ”

Yu's mother looked at her son and thought about it: "Son, do you have any opinions about your parents?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Yu Yan immediately laughed, sure enough, it was the same as the author in his previous life, as soon as the author's "Myth" came out, the author's mother ignored him for a few days after reading it: "Novel, don't take it seriously." ”

"I don't mean it, but my colleagues don't think so."

"You're afraid of what others say," Yu Yan smiled, "Mom, in the future, you won't have any colleagues!" ”

"Huh?" Yu's mother was stunned, there are no colleagues? Die...... All dead? While thinking about it, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

"Your son is a big celebrity, what kind of class do you still have?" Yu Yan cheekily called himself a big celebrity, he also interned in his senior year in his previous life, work is really not something that people can love, it's okay in the early stage, maybe a little enthusiastic, the more he hates going to work, Yu Yan knows that his parents definitely don't want to go to work, to be honest, it's not for money, who works.

Yu's mother was stunned when she heard this, she was suddenly a little moved, although the tone of the words was very casual, she was suddenly moved, and she had thought that she might not need to work anymore immediately, but she didn't expect that there would really be such a day, and she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

"My first payment was coming in immediately, 50,000 copies, 12%, it should be ...... More than 100,000! Yu Yan was a little excited, he had never seen so much money in his previous life, and he had been famous for so long, and he really didn't make any money, only the 10,000 so-called music dream fund of The Voice.

The price of "Myth" is 20, and Yu Yan takes 12%, which is already a cabbage price robbery contract, of course, it is impossible for the publisher to take the remaining 88%, and the price is completely different from the price given by the publisher to the bookstore.

(I'm sleepy, and the number of words that are still missing will be made up tomorrow.) ）