When Xiao Fei received the sample from the harvest, it was already the afternoon of September 27. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

He was alone in his bedroom, writing the last end of the book of the Bright Sword, dropping his pen and leaning lazily back in his chair, lost in thought.

The ending of his rewritten Bright Sword is set according to the ending of the TV series in his previous life, eliminating a series of tragedies such as Li Yunlong's suicide during the Cultural Revolution.

Xiao Fei doesn't like tragedy.

Or it can be said that the vast majority of people do not like tragedy.

Although tragedy is a normal part of life.

From birth to death, it is the process from comedy to tragedy.

There are already too many sufferings in life, so why write so many tragedies? What's more, the book Bright Sword is a commercial war novel in general.

Generally speaking, Xiao Fei is still a little more influenced by the online articles of later generations, and thinks that since he wants to promote it to the market and let readers consume, he might as well be refreshed and give a bright tail, and readers will not be too heavy when they read it to the end.

Perhaps, this is more in line with the rules of business.

However, if you want to write something heavy and powerful, tragedy is more effective than comedy. That's why a lot of pure works like to play with suffering.

The original book of Liangjian is more than 440,000 words, and after Xiao Fei rewrote it, it is about 350,000 words, which is still a thick book.

Xiao Fei eliminated a lot of trivial and irrelevant content, so that the storyline would be more compact and more refreshing.

I'm still too deeply poisoned by the way I write on the Internet.

When I write, the first thing that comes to mind is how to maintain a better reading experience...... Xiao Fei was speechless about this.

Bright Sword is finished.

Xiao Fei plans to go to the provincial capital in the next few days to complete the establishment of a book planning company, and launch his newly completed operation of this bright sword, according to the popularity of this book in his previous life, he firmly believes that he can rely on this book to support his book planning company.

In any case, in this era, the book publishing industry is also a lucrative industry, as long as the books launched sell well, a book can earn more than 100,000 yuan. It's still easy.

It's much more profitable than handing over the manuscript to the publisher and taking a small amount of royalties yourself.

The reason why Xiao Fei extended his entrepreneurial tentacles to this industry is also to see its future development prospects.

In a past life, two thousand years later. Several large private book companies have risen one after another, and such giant companies have hundreds of millions of yards every year.

The timing is right for oneself to enter now.

The manuscript fees he received one after another during this period added up to more than 10,000 yuan.

Xiao Fei has given them the manuscript of the Hexi Literature and Art Society, and the collection of essays has been prepared. The Hexi Literature and Art Publishing House has begun to start printing.

The first royalty of 9,000 yuan, Xiao Fei also got it.

Therefore, Xiao Fei now has 20,000 yuan in his hand, but it is still too far from the 50,000 yuan that Liu Zelai said.

Xiao Fei was thinking, when will the manuscript fee be paid after the harvest of the long-form special number comes out? By October? Can I ask them to pay in advance?

He was pondering, and he heard the sound of many people going upstairs outside, and Wang Fei's voice sounded.

"What is here, let Xiao Fei take it apart and take a look?"

"You still need to open it to see it, and you can tell it when you touch it, it's a book!" Yan Zhang's voice said disdainfully.

"The point is. What is the book? ”

The two of them carried the pole and came to the door of the dormitory and knocked vigorously.

Xiao Fei opened the door and saw that there were several people standing outside, in addition to Wang Fei, Yan Zhang, You Gui, and Li Peizhen, Li Tangqiu actually came.

In Wang Fei's hand, he was holding a postal package, which seemed to be not light.

In Yan Zhang's hand, there were a few letters.

"Hello Mr. Li." Xiao Fei hurriedly got out of the way and let a few people into the house. and nodded hello to Li Tangqiu.

"Huh! Hello Xiao Fei, I received a package from you today, and when I saw it, it was sent by the editorial department. I was a little curious and wanted to know what was inside, so I came over and took a look. Li Tangqiu explained.

Xiao Fei has a novel that will be published in the harvest, and this news is now known to everyone.

Li Tangqiu guessed that it was likely to be a sample book.

The purpose of his coming here was to see. Can you ask for a copy to read, in the black language of the later online literary circles, it is a test of drugs, and he wants to know what the novels written by his students are like.

"Quick, take it apart and see, I'll help you disassemble it, right?" Wang Fei took out a delicate knife from his waist and said impatiently.

"Okay, then you can dismantle it." Xiao Fei said.

He only had to look at it to know that it must be a harvest of novels.

Wang Fei opened the package very rudely in three or two clicks.

The package opened, revealing the magazines that exuded a rich ink fragrance inside, thick and heavy, and each one looked like a brick in the hand.

The cover is still in the style of harvest, simple and simple, revealing a kind of atmosphere.

Written on it was the title of the Harvest issue and the words "Harvest 1996 Novel Special Issue Autumn and Winter Volume". Under the title of the journal, there are the names of several novels in this issue, and Xiao Fei's "Fish Walking on Land" is the first.

"What a harvest magazine, huh? Xiao Fei, this first one is your work, right? Li Tangqiu took a copy, looked at the cover and asked Xiao Fei.

The name of Xiao Fei's work has long been revealed in the news report, and Li Tangqiu just confirmed it.

"Yes, Mr. Li." Xiao Fei nodded.

"Then I'll have to read it, how about giving this book to the teacher?" Li Tangqiu asked with a smile.

"No problem, Mr. Li, there are ten sample books here, except for two that I left, the others can be given away." Xiao Fei said.

"I want a copy!"

"I want one too!"

Wang Fei, Li Peizhen, Yan Zhang, and You Gui who came over also fought for me.

In an instant, 5 out of 10 sample books were snatched away.

Li Tangqiu got a sample book, was very satisfied, took out a pen from his pocket, and said to Xiao Fei: "Xiao Fei, please sign the title page of the book by the way, I plan to keep this book forever, and I will pass it on to my son in the future." ”

Li Tangqiu's words revealed a sense of pride.

Among the students he has taught, at present, only Xiao Fei has the most promising prospects in the future, and this will be the capital that he will reminisce after he is old.

Signed gifts?

As a human being in two lives, Xiao Fei is doing it for the first time, and the teacher has a request, so he naturally has to agree.

He wrote a message to Li Tangqiu on the title page and signed his name. Wang Fei and the four of them also strongly asked Xiao Fei to sign for him, saying that he would keep it as his heirloom.

Xiao Fei smiled and was satisfied.

Sending this group of uninvited guests away, Xiao Fei opened the letter sent by the harvest and read it. (To be continued.) )xh118