In mid-September, it's been a week since I last met with Mr. Su. Park Ji-sub is not in a hurry to submit "I'm Sorry, I Love You", he is waiting......

"You read the book "Jin Hancai's Travels" and didn't ......"

On the way to school, Park Ji-yeon led Park Ji-sub to the school quickly, and the occasional conversation between high school students and junior high school students on the roadside made the girl's little face full of smiles.

I don't know when it started, but Park Ji-sub's book began to go viral on campus. Even in their own elementary school, there are many children in the fifth and sixth grades who have seen it. Although Park Ji-sub marked a fairy tale, its content is fascinated even by many adults.

And for the initiator of all this, his own brother! Park Ji-yeon was still thinking about showing off at first, but since she said this declaration in the class, she was ridiculed fiercely...... The girl understood. Unless they saw Park Ji-sub write these things, no one would believe that Citrid was his ten-year-old brother.

As for what Citrine is, according to Park Ji-sub, it is 'citrine', as for why his younger brother uses this English pen name. Well...... His statement is to look up the dictionary casually, see that the word is very pleasing to the eye, and use it.

In the classroom, Park Ji-sub has recently found a new toy. The A4-sized notebook was full of the kind of staff format, and Park Ji-sub marked various notes on it. Occasionally, he would hum along, and that kind of focused look reminded Park Ji-yeon of what the other party looked like when he was writing a novel.

"It's getting weird......"

Park Ji-yeon's gradually growing face wrinkled, and after muttering a word, she stopped interfering with the other party. No matter how weird Park Ji-sub did it, at least this kid never did it wrong.

Paradise Press, in the editor-in-chief's office. Su Yongchang was holding a thick dozen letters in his hand, and there were some small gifts next to his desk, and these things ...... They were all sent to the author of "Jin Hancai's Travels". Among them, there are many shrewd people who have seen that this novel has a true story, and some have even begun to fantasize about who the main character of the main story is.

"If these guys knew that the author they admired was just a ten-year-old boy, would they collapse!" Su Yongchang carefully packed the letter that had been opened, and then muttered inexplicably.

The fame of "Jin Hancai's Travels" has gradually been opened, and many parents who just want to buy it back for their children to see are bored after reading it for a while. I recommended it to my friends, and my friends continued to recommend it...... In this era when the Internet has begun to prevail, it is not very difficult for a novel to become popular if it is really of excellent quality.

A typical case is "That Kid is So Handsome" that appeared on the Internet in 2001, the real book did not rely on any publicity, just the Internet made the girl in high school popular.

"Fifty-fifty points, don't ...... all copyrights," Su Yongchang leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples and muttered to himself.

According to Park Ji-sub's conditions, he can own the publishing house in its entirety, and he only needs to share the profits with the ten-year-old ghost. During this week, Su Yongchang thought carefully about these conditions. He found that there didn't seem to be anything bad about him, but it was all built on a very important foundation, and Park Ji-sub would always work with him.

If he doesn't have any copyrights in his hands, and only the physical distribution of these copyrights, his ability to bind Park Ji-sub is basically zero. And the good thing is that as long as you use the strength of this kid to make the publishing house bigger, then it doesn't matter if Park Ji-sub is there or not.

Just as he was distracted, the mobile phone rang, and it was another strange call. Su Yongchang's eyes narrowed, and then he answered the phone with a smile: "Hey! Which one, please? ”

"Agassi, it's me."

Park Ji-sub's refreshing and immature voice came.

"Ji-sub kid, what's the matter?" Su Yongchang said lightly.

"Agassi, do you have any friends like music producers?" On the other end of the phone, Park Ji-sub looked at the music sheet in his hand and asked with some anticipation.

Su Yongchang was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously: "Yes, yes, but why are you asking this?" ”

"There's a score, and I want to ask the other party to teach me about the soundtrack." Park Ji-sub said very frankly.

"Sheet music?" The doubts in Su Yongchang's heart became even stronger, and then he thought of an impossible possibility, and said half-jokingly: "Did you write the score yourself?" ”

"Yes, because I don't know much about musical instruments, I want to learn it, and by the way, I want to improve the content of the score."

As soon as these words came out, Su Yong was directly dumbfounded, he swallowed his saliva, rubbed his face and said, "I'll take some time to take you over this Saturday to talk about cooperation." ”

"Thank you, Agassi, I was actually just about to talk about it." Park Ji-sub's immature laughter came, and then he resumed his serious tone: "If Agassi is not at ease, we can compromise." ”

"Except for the copyright of "Rights and Powers", which cannot belong to the publishing house, the rest of the short and medium stories can be attributed to the publishing house."

"I see, then we'll talk on Saturday." Su Yongchang was overjoyed, and then replied.

Park Ji-sub didn't talk nonsense, and hung up the phone after thanking him again. What he didn't know was that Su Yongchang, who was sitting in the company, had gone sadly, and the rest was indescribable joy and expectation. He already fully understood what Park Ji-sub meant, this ten-year-old kid was voting for him.

On the other side, Park Ji-sub looked at Park Ji-yeon, who had been waiting next to him for a long time, with an impatient face, and stepped forward to hug each other flatteringly: "Slave, go!" Please eat baked rice cakes. ”

Park Ji-yeon, who had a bad face, laughed at the situation, but she felt that she was quite useless like this, so she pretended to be annoyed and patted Park Ji-sub's head: "Why are you so busy all day." ”

"Isn't this to make money to buy you food?" Park Ji-sub rubbed his head and said with a smile and a smile.

"Whoever wants you to make money, you're only ten years old, and you're like an adult." Park Ji-yeon wrinkled her nose and helped Park Ji-sub rub the place where she had just hit: "I really don't know what you're afraid of, pushing yourself so hard." ”

"Because I'm afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past, I'm afraid that I can't do anything about it......"

Park Ji-sub stared at the little girl in front of him, thinking so in his heart. But then he suffered from a smiling face, and he seemed to get into Park Ji-yeon's arms and rub it: "Slave, grow up quickly." ”

"You're supposed to grow up, you're half a head shorter than me." Park Ji-yeon laughed and pulled Park Ji-sub out of her arms and led the other party in the direction of home: "Anyway, what is the piano piece you played recently, it's very good......"