Su Jin has been practicing singing recently, and he can't eat too many stimulating things, but Qin Ge is a guy who is not spicy or happy.

In the end, there was really no way, Qin Ge first accompanied Su Jin to eat light things, and then Su Jin accompanied Qin Ge to eat Sichuan food.

After eating and drinking, the two walked on the way back, and Su Jin suddenly asked, "Will you sing by yourself in the future?" ”

Qin Ge thought for a while and said, "Maybe, I haven't thought about it yet." ”

Su Jin looked at him more and more strangely, and said, "You are really curious, you are obviously so talented, and the songs you write casually are classics, but you don't want to be a singer." ”

"Here we are." Qin Ge suddenly stopped, looked at the community in front of him, smiled slightly, and said, "You go up, it's not early, I have to go home, come back tomorrow." ”

Su Jin looked at Qin Ge, a little helpless, and said, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow." ”

Qin Ge watched Su Jin walk into the community all the time before turning around and leaving.

On the way home, Qin Ge was also thinking about which road he should develop in the future?

Player? Or a businessman?

It seems that there are only two choices, but Qin Ge doesn't want to choose either one.

In his eyes, artists must be exposed at all times, otherwise their popularity will fall quickly. But in this way, the artist's private life does not belong to him.

At least Qin Ge is so big, I have never seen any artist who can really have his own private life.

I'll talk about that later, but it's too early to think about it.

Back at home, Mom and Dad were packing their things.

Qin Ge was speechless and said, "Hey, it's only the 13th, why are you packing up your things so early?" ”

Dad stood up, crossed his waist, and said, "It's not your mother yet, I want to go to Jiuzhaigou first, and then go directly from Jiuzhaigou to Thailand." ”

Qin Ge was stunned for a moment and asked, "Then when are you leaving?" Don't wait for me to finish the exam? ”

My mother was loading cosmetics on the side and said, "You stinky boy has such good grades, what's the difference between us and not?" It's just the high school entrance examination, it's not the college entrance examination, it's okay, mom believes in you. ”

Qin Ge: "......"

Mom's heart is really big.

Mom and Dad left early the next morning, Mom originally came to leave some money for Qin Ge, but Dad said that he had already left, so Mom didn't mention it.

Qin Ge left the door of his room open, looked at the empty home, and grinned.

Well, my parents will have to be away from home for at least half a month.

For more than half a month, he is alone at home, and he can go home at what time he wants to go home every day, which is so happy.

After Qin Ge uploaded "The Legend of Wukong", he sent a text message to Su Jin, telling him that he would be there in a while.

Half an hour later, Qin Ge stood outside Su Jin's house with breakfast.

"What did you buy?" Su Jin looked like he hadn't woken up, looking at the things in Singer Qin.

Qin Ge mentioned it, walked inside, and said, "I know that you must be lazy to sleep, and I bought you breakfast and soup dumplings." ”

Su Jin rubbed her eyes and said, "I'll wash my face." ”

Ten minutes later, Su Jin changed into home clothes and walked over, sat in front of the table, like a kitten, pinched the soup bag with her hand, and took a small bite.

The juice of the soup dumplings was no longer very hot, Su Jin ate it in small bites, Qin Ge couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "There is vinegar in it, eat it with vinegar." ”

"Oh." Su Jin lowered her head, she probably felt that her appearance seemed to be out of shape, her cheeks flushed, she wiped her fingers, and took out vinegar and chopsticks from the bag.

Qin Ge said: "Before Father's Day, can the song be recorded? ”

"Hmm." Su Jin ate the soup dumplings seriously and hummed softly.

Seeing this, Qin Ge didn't disturb her eating.

Su Jin was quite edible, Qin Ge packed two soup packets, and she ate them all by herself.

Eat and drink to your heart's content, and continue to practice singing.

This Qin Ge can't help much, in terms of professionalism in singing, Qin Ge is definitely not as good as Su Jin.

Qin Ge has nothing to do, shopping forums, swiping Weibo, and chatting about QQ.

"Di Di Di ~"

QQ someone added friends, Qin Ge clicked on it and took a look, thinking it was a reader, but after seeing the other party's nickname, Qin Ge found that it didn't seem to be a reader.

Jinling Tianhai Publishing House.

After the friend verifies, the other party takes the initiative to speak.

"Hello, male witch, I'm Liu Rui, the editor-in-chief of Jinling Tianhai Publishing House, Linhai should have told you, right?" Liu Rui made a simple self-introduction, and sure enough, it was the publishing house introduced by Linhai.

Qin Ge said, "Well, it's about publishing, right?" ”

"Yes, it's the publication of "The Legend of Wukong".

Qin Ge said: "Well, then let me tell you my requirements, not much, just a few." ”

Liu Rui was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he had seen someone make a condition to him.

You must know that online writers can publish it, it is an absolute minority, once an online writer knows that his novel is favored by the publishing house and can be published, he will definitely be excited and unable to sleep. Basically, what the editor of the publishing house says, the author listens.

But now, this wizard actually wants to put forward conditions?

Liu Rui is a good-natured person, and the book "The Legend of Wukong" has been so popular recently, with his years of experience, if this book is published, the sales will definitely not be low.

It's normal for an author who can write such a hot novel to have a little temper.

Liu Rui said, "Okay, tell me your requirements." ”

Qin Ge said: "First, I personally designed the cover of "The Legend of Wukong"; Second, no text can be cut from the entire book; Third, the number of first printing copies should not be less than 100,000. ”

In fact, the third one, Qin Ge didn't want to mention, but he had to mention it.

The status of the author of this online novel in this world is very low, and now, Qin Singer holds all the copyrights of "The Legend of Wukong", and he can completely break the previous situation of the publisher picking the author, and instead hold the initiative in his hands.

If Liu Rui felt that his request was excessive, he could not agree at all, and Qin Ge didn't care.

The first printing volume of Article 3 is hundreds of thousands of copies, which is Qin Ge's bottom line, because he knows that if this publishing house is really allowed to print it, for their sake of conservatism, the number of first printing volumes will definitely not exceed 10,000 copies.

Liu Rui looked at the three requirements listed by Qin Ge, his brows furrowed, the first request, he had heard Linhai say it, but he didn't care about it at the time. Unexpectedly, this author actually planned to make the cover directly by himself, and Liu Rui basically would not agree to this request.

You know, the cover of a book is a person's face, just like someone said, what I like is the beauty of your soul, but if a woman looks like no human or ghost, are you particularly interested in understanding the beauty of other people's souls?

has a specialization in the art industry, Liu Rui doesn't think that Qin Ge's design on the cover can compare to their artwork.

As for the second requirement, the content cannot be deleted, which is not something that Qin Ge said.

Before publishing, it must go through a strict review, and if there is sensitive content in it, it must be deleted.

The last request, the first printing of 100,000 copies, Liu Rui didn't think about it at all.

An online novel author, who dares to open his mouth to print 100,000 copies, are you responsible for not being able to sell them?

Liu Rui sneered twice, and typed directly: "Witch, for your requirements, I need to discuss with the leader. ”

"Okay."

Qin Ge ended the conversation with Liu Rui, looked at the computer screen, and shook his head with a wry smile