Huang Jing opened a bank card for Su Yang with three hundred yuan in it, part of which came from the manuscript fee, and the other part was saved by Huang Jing in order to encourage his son, three hundred yuan is not a small amount in this era, and it is definitely enough to spend as pocket money, but Su Yang is not satisfied, obviously it is not realistic to earn some money by publishing articles in newspapers, but Su Yang has never thought of this way, so now his energy is spent on the progress of writing novels, and publishing novels is calculated in quantity, And the popularity of Shun lì will also increase, which is a good way.

Holding the bank card in his hand, Su Yang finally felt a little self-controlled, although the money in it was pitiful, but it would always gradually increase, and this was also his own small treasury, at least Su Yongguang would definitely not say it, otherwise even if Su Yang is very different from before, he should still be restrained on the issue of money.

The next morning, Su Yang returned to Yanxiang from Yongcheng, originally Huang Jing hoped that his son could stay for one more day, but Su Yang was not an idler now, he wanted to hurry up and get rid of the number of words in the first volume of the novel, and discussed it with Wang Xuezhi in general, about 200,000 words, which should be determined according to the typesetting.

Su Yongguang's decision to open a store was temporarily shelved because of Su Yang's opinions, and the two aunts and the uncle who had recently started to correspond also expressed their disapproval for Su Yongguang to open a small commodity store, not so much that he was not worried that Su Yongguang would lose money if he could not open it, but that he did not trust the woman in the family, although she felt gentle and virtuous, but like Su Yang's two aunts, they were all from the past, and even the uncle had improved his vision a lot because he had a wife who was extremely shrewd at home, Su Yang could almost foresee that this woman would be very difficult in the Su family, It's a pity that Su Yang doesn't sympathize, because he is the one who knows best, but some of his current opinions will not be recognized!

After the midterm exams, the school temporarily returned to the usual rules, Su Yang still maintained the cycle of reading books during the day and writing at night, he worked so hard in exchange for the recognition of his family, Su Yongguang, who had always asked his son to study seriously and not be greedy for fun, now in turn hopes that his son can go outside to play, instead of reading books and sitting in front of the computer all day long and writing those words that he doesn't understand.

In the middle of December, Su Yang finally wrote the number of words of the novel to more than 200,000, during which there were some revisions and checks, although it was not said that there would be absolutely no mistakes, but basically there was no problem, Su Yang sent the text to the publishing house, and then made a phone call to Wang Xuezhi, and the rest had to wait quietly for a response.

Su Yang was very patient, and temporarily stopped continuing to write before the news came from Wang Xuezhi, and bought a few books in the bookstore with a little pocket money given by Su Yongguang, successful authors can never do without reading, only continuous reading can improve their own level, and let the inspiration not run out, although what Su Yang is writing now is basically inventory, but after all, the human brain is not a machine, and it is impossible to remember the specific plot development of so many books, Even the writers of the literary canon can't rewrite their books without changing them!

On the weekend, Su Yang proposed to Su Yongguang that he wanted to buy a guitar, thinking that Su Yongguang would need to talk a little even if he agreed, but after Su Yang finished speaking, Su Yongguang directly agreed, and then drove Su Yang to the piano shop in Yongcheng to buy a guitar on the same day, he didn't understand these things, but Su Yang was very good, bought a guitar that was most suitable for him, and then played non-stop on the way home, Su Yongguang was probably a sloppy father, and his son played a guitar in the car. He even said simply, my son is smart, he can play the guitar just after he buys it! This directly blocked Su Yang's prepared set of rhetoric, but he was also happy and relaxed, and he couldn't put it down and played the guitar, and then he rarely wanted to tease his father, so he played a few of Su Yongguang's favorite songs on the guitar!

Now the neighbors have begun to spread some words about Su Yang, especially those people whose hometown has moved to Yan Township, such as, the children of the old Su family are competitive enough, and they can be sure to go to a middle school after graduation before the high school entrance examination. As Su Yang's father, Su Yongguang naturally felt very honored, and at the same time was happy for his son to be so angry.

In the small courtyard at noon, Su Yang was playing the guitar and singing, and a seven or eight-year-old boy who lived nearby sat in front of Su Yang curiously and listened, and then Su Yang's ears came to Wang Wenbin's voice that could be heard from afar, put down the guitar, Wang Wenbin happened to enter the courtyard, and he was followed by Wang Xuezhi.

"Su Yang, do you have time, now come with me to Yongcheng!"

Su Yang finally waited for the result, nodded, and then followed Wang Xuezhi to the car parked outside, and the guitar was put back into the house with Wang Wenbin's help, originally he planned to go together, but considering that he didn't understand this, and he asked Liu Qiaoling to come out today, so he naturally put Su Yang aside.

Wang Xuezhi naturally wanted to take Su Yang to the publishing house in Yongcheng to discuss the novel he was going to publish, and on the way, Wang Xuezhi briefly said that the novel of more than 200,000 words that Su Yang sent to the publishing house was reviewed by the publishing house boss and several editors, and the novelty of the plot also made the publishing house quite interested.

The publishing house where Wang Xuezhi works is called Xinxing Publishing House, this publishing house has not been in contact with Su Yang in his previous life, but he has talked about it a few times from Wang Wenbin's mouth, Su Yang is not nervous when he first arrives, because this is not the first time he has come to the publishing house, nor is it the first time he has published what he wrote, but this time the process has been advanced by more than ten years.

Su Yang followed Wang Xuezhi into the publishing house, and several staff members inside saw Wang Xuezhi come in with such a young man, and they were a little puzzled for a while, Su Yang politely greeted him, and Wang Xuezhi directly introduced to several colleagues, "This one behind me is the author of "Xiantu", how is it, are you surprised!" ”

"What? He's the author? One of the bespectacled editor of the publishing house walked over, looked at it, and stretched out his hand to Su Yang and said, "Hello, we are very satisfied with the book you wrote, I really didn't expect the author to be so young!" ”

Su Yang stretched out his hand and shook it back, responding politely, while not forgetting to observe the interior of this publishing house, and then followed Wang Xuezhi into the back room, where a middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, and on the coffee table in front of him were many templates that were printed out and temporarily bound with a stapler.

"Lao Chen, I've invited someone!" Wang Xuezhi said to the middle-aged man on the sofa.

Lao Chen Wenyan raised his head, and then saw Su Yang behind Wang Xuezhi, "You are Tang Su, the author of "Immortal Journey"? ”

"Yes, uncle, but Tang Su is not my name, my name is Su Yang!" Su Yang responded politely.

Lao Chen was slightly stunned when he heard this, then frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Su Yang? Could it be Su Yang, who won a special prize in the primary and secondary school essay competition held some time ago? ”

"Well, if nothing else, it should be me!" Su Yang was a little embarrassed, he didn't expect that people of Lao Chen's age would pay attention to the essay competition of primary and secondary school students.

Lao Chen's eyes lit up, and he got up and came to Su Yang, "The young man has a future, it's very good, I've read the two essays you wrote, to be honest, even I don't dare to say that I can write such two articles, I now believe that this "Immortal Journey" was indeed written by you!" ”

"Uncle Chen, this immortal path is only one-tenth completed now, if it is a qiē shun lì, I will complete the rest in a year!" Suyang Road.

Lao Chen was shocked when he heard this, "It's only one-tenth?" Could it be that you are planning to write two million words? ”

"Yes, this is already the number of words after the plot has been trimmed, otherwise, according to the normal plot progress, it will take more than 2.7 million words!" Suyang Road.

Wang Xuezhi on the side said: "Su Yang, I admit that the book you wrote is indeed good, but does it really take so many words to complete?" Wouldn't that be too difficult? ”

"Yes, the books we publish here are basically completed within three volumes, if according to what you said, I am afraid that we will only have to publish ten volumes, which is rarely seen in the current market!" Lao Chen said, and at the same time he was slightly dissatisfied in his heart, thinking that Su Yang was just a child after all, although he was quite literate, but his appetite was too big!

Su Yang naturally knew what the two of them thought, and said in his mouth: "There is no need to worry about this, I believe you have already read what I have written, I have calculated and rectified the plot of this number of words, as the first volume of Xiantu release, the overall plot foreshadowing is only the tip of the iceberg, don't you want to know the next plot direction, Uncle Chen?" ”

Lao Chen was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then felt embarrassed, what Su Yang said was indeed true, the publishing house began to be reviewed by many people after Su Yang sent Xiantu over, but at first it was carried out in a decent manner, and in the end, it almost became a reading book, and when more than 200,000 words were read, everyone felt unsatisfied, and even some editors wanted Su Yang to send the next plot over!

"I believe that out of a hundred readers who read this book, 90 will be willing to buy the second one, and the remaining 10 will remain on the sidelines!" Su Yang said confidently, but whenever you buy a book, you basically buy it after reading it and feel interested, and the most important thing about this kind of novel written by Su Yang is the selling point, that is, the grasp and foreshadowing of the plot, to maximize the stimulation of readers' reading**, this kind of means that is more common in later generations, is not common at the current stage, all kinds of books are basically the development of the rules, and the pursuit of rigor has lost a lot of the fun of reading.

Lao Chen sat on the sofa with a slight smile on his face, and said: "Su Yang, I'm very curious, how many books have you read at your age, how many literary novels have you read, and you can write a work like Xiantu, this is not a traditional theme, and you can't even find similar books on the market, why did you think of this?" ”

Su Yang smiled when he heard this, and said: "Uncle Chen, I don't know if you have heard such a sentence, every successful author has a crazy and almost psychotic thinking in his heart, although I haven't reached this point yet, but I still have a lot of ideas in my head, and I am lucky to be able to write it in words!" ”

Lao Chen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then laughed, shook his head, and said, "You little guy, it's funny!" ”