Where did Huang Jing think that his son was now an author of a published novel, and when he heard him say that he was writing a novel, he was very curious about what novel Su Yang wrote, Su Yang sold a pass, and did not say what the novel he wrote was, but just asked Huang Jing to go to the nearest Xinhua bookstore with him.

Along the way, Huang Jing was guessing what kind of novel Su Yang wrote, but if her son didn't say it, she wouldn't have thought that the novel had been published and was very popular, so when the two arrived at Xinhua Bookstore, Huang Jing saw two volumes of Xiantu placed on a single layer of a bookshelf, and thought that her son was going to buy books.

"Xiaoyang, when will you show your mother the novel you wrote? Has it been published? Huang Jing asked.

Su Yang smiled, with a smug look on his face, and pointed to the fairy road on the bookshelf, "Isn't it here, Mom, look!" ”

"Here?"

Huang Jing glanced at the beautifully packaged books on the shelves, and still didn't react, "You brought it?" ”

"Aren't these all in front of you?" Su Yang chuckled.

The words have been said so obviously, Huang Jing can think of it no matter what, looked at the fairy road on the shelf, and said in disbelief: "You wrote this?" Published? ”

Su Yang nodded, then picked up one of them and said, "Mom, do you want to know how many copies of this book have been released?" ”

Huang Jing heard what Su Yang was talking about at this time, took a copy and looked at it with a surprised face, and then said to Su Yang: "Son, you're not lying to me, are you?" You're only sixteen, so you're ready to write a book? ”

"When I published an article in the Economic Times, Mom, don't you believe it?" Suyang Road.

Huang Jing flipped through the novel and said, "How can publishing in a newspaper compare with publishing a novel?" ”

"Anyway, you've seen what I wrote, and if my mother doesn't believe it, there's nothing I can do!" Su Yang chuckled.

After the two arrived here, the staff of the bookstore had already noticed that they were still sorting out the bookshelves, and when they heard the conversation between the mother and son, they immediately felt curious, so they walked over, and then listened carefully, looked at Su Yang, and couldn't help but laugh secretly, this little brother is really good at bragging, this book has been released for half a year, but it is very popular, and because of this, the bookstore specially sorted out a layer of bookshelves specifically for placing Xiantu, and there is a sign in the guidance area, to say that it was written by a child like Su Yang who is not yet an adult, It's impossible to believe anything.

Huang Jing somewhat knew how good her son was now, so seeing his solemn appearance, she really believed it in her heart, and then picked up a copy and walked to the counter in Su Yang's surprised gaze.

"Mom? What are you doing? ”

"Of course I bought a copy and went back, how can a mother not read the novel written by my son?" Huang Jing said with a smile.

The staff on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over to Huang Jing and said, "This eldest sister, do you really believe that this book was written by your son?" ”

"My son said he wrote it, and I believe it!" Huang Jingdao.

The staff glanced at Su Yang, frowned, and said, "Eldest sister, I think your son wanted to buy a novel to read, so he deliberately told you this, didn't you just say it to him as soon as you bought it?" Although this book is good, it is an imaginary thing after all, so it is better for children to read as little as possible! ”

The staff was out of kindness, and if it was someone else, she would definitely laugh at it at first, but she didn't, so Su Yang, who was standing on the side, didn't feel angry when she heard it, but Huang Jing was unhappy, and said: "My son published his first contribution to the newspaper, and he published it more than a dozen times, and he won a special prize in the essay competition for primary and secondary school students a few months ago, and he was named and sent to No. 1 Middle School, do you think my son needs to use this to deceive me?" He definitely has the ability, I believe it anyway! ”

"This ......"

The staff glanced back at Su Yang, and then said, "You won the grand prize?" ”

"Well, Auntie also knows about that game?" Su Yang said with a smile.

The staff nodded, "My son went to participate, but he didn't get the award, but he told us that a student won the grand prize, and I heard that it was from Yanxiang Township!" ”

"I thought only people from our school knew about it!" Su Yang chuckled.

The staff couldn't say anything when they saw this, although she still didn't believe that Su Yang was the author of this novel, but such an excellent child shouldn't let his parents pay for the novel with a lie that was so easy to be exposed, right?

"Mom, if you want to read it, you don't have to buy it, I'll just bring you two copies!" Su Yang said to Huang Jing.

Huang Jing shook her head when she heard this, "Of course I want to buy it, this is my son's book, and I don't feel distressed when I buy it!" ”

“……”

In the end, Su Yang still failed to convince Huang Jing to let her buy the first volume of Xiantu, and when she paid the money, several staff members of the bookstore looked at the two of them with strange eyes, and the staff who bagged Xiantu and made change couldn't help but say: "Little brother, you really wrote this book?" ”

"That's right!" Su Yang chuckled.

The staff said: "But this is too hard to believe, do you have anything to prove?" ”

"I can't seem to prove it!" Su Yang said with a smile, he didn't intend to prove anything, whether he believed it was their business or not, Huang Jing knew it in his heart, as for other people, it didn't matter if he was bragging, now Xiantu is still on the rise, and it is not yet time to announce that he is the author, even if he says it, no one will want to ask for an autograph, wouldn't it be embarrassing, and Su Yang is not yet sixteen years old, if it is announced, it will inevitably affect the sales of Xiantu, how many people will buy his works when they know that the author is just a child?

As for the bookstore, Su Yang is not very worried, now the Internet has not yet reached the rapid transmission of rumors, and not many people have heard the conversation, and most of the staff will not believe it, even if they believe it, as the selling party, the interests are the most important, I believe that the bookstore owner cannot deliberately spread it, first, Su Yang does not have such a heavy weight, and secondly, it is not good with the sales of books.

The book was bought, and the bookstore didn't talk about it after the mother and son left, except for the staff member who talked to Huang Jing before, the rest didn't take it seriously, they just thought that the mother and son were quite funny!

Su Yang asked Huang Jing to go back first, and went to the publishing house by himself, and the day before he came to Yongcheng, he had already sent the third volume of Xiantu to the publishing house, and this time he came to take a look at the new edition. Now the publishing house will no longer treat Su Yang as a child, on the contrary, it is more like a cash cow, Su Yang just arrived at the publishing house, someone made a cup of tea, Lao Chen came out of the office, and Wang Xuezhi together, and Su Yang roughly talked about the sales situation of Xiantu today, as well as the results of genuine rights protection, the third volume of Xiantu has been sent to print, because two versions are to be issued, the original version has no longer continued to be printed, and the illustrations in the book are basically provided by Su Yang to provide an outline, However, nowadays, the illustrators of the publishing house can also draw satisfactory illustrations themselves, so Su Yang only needs to look at it to be sure, after all, he has never learned to draw, and it is impossible to provide illustration outlines all the time.

Before leaving, Su Yang took a new edition of the second volume of Xiantu, and then said goodbye to the publishing house and everyone returned to Huang Jing, the rice cooker had been plugged in, and the dishes did not need to be burned again, Huang Jing sat on the bed and looked at Xiantu, and when he saw his son coming back, he said: "Xiaoyang, how is your book selling?" ”

Su Yang put the second volume in his hand on the cabinet next to the bed, and said: "The first volume has now been issued 40,000 copies, the second volume is more than 20,000 copies, and the sales volume continues to increase. ”

"So more than 60,000 copies have been sold? Oh my god, how much can you pay? Huang Jing put down the book and said with a shocked face, she thought that it was a big surprise that this book could sell thousands of copies, but she didn't expect that the number Su Yang said was so terrifying, it was dozens of times more than expected!

Su Yang thought for a moment when he heard this, and said: "The manuscript fee has not been settled yet, according to the contract, it will not start to settle until half a year after it is issued, and now there are still two months left, counting the third volume that has been printed, the fourth volume should also be able to come out after the start of school, if it is smooth, there should be no problem with a total of more than 100,000 copies!" ”

"One hundred thousand? What about your contract? Let Mom take a look! Huang Jing got up and said, her face full of excitement.

Su Yang shook his head and chuckled: "The contract is at home, and it is still uncertain how much manuscript fee you can get, but Mom, you can probably figure it out, I can get ten points!" ”

Huang Jing picked up the banknotes and began to calculate them, because she had never published a book, and she didn't know how the manuscript fee was calculated, but she finally joined the Yongcheng Writers Association, made a phone call and asked a friend who had written a published book, and then calculated it according to what the friend said, and finally Huang Jing looked at the numbers calculated on the paper blankly, looked up at Su Yang, and her mouth was a little trembling, "Two, more than 200,000?" ”

"Isn't it about the same if you remove taxes? Scary or not? Su Yang said with a smile, at first he was startled when he calculated it himself, and even couldn't believe it, because the initial expectation was that it would be good to get one or two hundred thousand when the settlement was half a year, but the number of issues was originally more than expected, and there was a steady upward trend, so once calculated, the number was a little amazing!

"Xiaoyang, is Mom dreaming? Why a little dizzy..."

Huang Jing looked at the results she calculated repeatedly, rubbed her forehead, and couldn't believe the amount of manuscript fees her son was about to receive!

"Of course it's not a dream!" Su Yang said proudly.