The white-haired old man is Long Yin, Long Yin is his pen name, and over the decades, the popularity of the name Long Yin has far exceeded his real name.

"That book is good, though, I'd suggest you better not sign him now!"

"Why? Uncle! ”

Jiang Huaiyi's brows furrowed, he didn't understand why Long Yin said that the book was very good, but suggested that he better not sign it now? What is the rationale for this? Since the book is good, then the author should have investment value, why not sign it right away?

Long Yin looked down at the picture of the Hanjiang River that he had just drawn, and there was a little smile on his lips, as if he answered Jiang Huaiyi casually.

"Smiling Proud Jianghu" ...... Hehe, under the sky of the Ming Dynasty, it's just a matter of writing the Sun and Moon Divine Cult! He also dared to designate the Sun and Moon God Cult as a demon sect...... Huaiyi! If you really want to invest in this author, wait until he is past this catastrophe! Someone might get him in trouble! ”

Jiang Huaiyi was taken aback.

"Uncle! No way? What age is this! Anyone else picks out this word? Can the Sun and Moon Divine Cult be connected with the Great Ming? Isn't this a literal hell! ”

"Literal hell?"

Long Yin glanced up at Jiang Huaiyi, shook his head slightly, and said, "Huaiyi!" You shouldn't say such childish things at your age! Even if another 10,000 years pass, those in power will not like unpleasant voices! If you don't believe me, then you just wait and see! There will never be fewer people who shoot dark arrows! ”

When Jiang Huaiyi came out of Long Yin's courtyard, his expression was still a little depressed, but when he returned to the company and got off at the door of the company, his hurried footsteps suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed, one hand touched the hair on his forehead, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Jiang Huaiyi, Long Yin's nephew. Because he is Long Yin's nephew, Jiang Huaiyi is also a celebrity.

When he was 7 years old, his parents divorced, and his mother, as Long Yin's own sister, had a sense of superiority and arrogance in her bones. I still want to find another person who is excellent in all aspects and loves her deeply, but unfortunately, time passes, year after year, Jiang Yijun is getting older and older, her temper is getting longer and longer, and the Ruyi Langjun she wants still hasn't appeared.

Jiang Huaiyi has the surname of his mother, and he grew up with his mother since he was a child, because he has no father. Jiang Huaiyi's personality is very rebellious, and he has developed various vices such as fighting, skipping school and playing games since he was a child, but it doesn't matter, he has a good uncle who is famous all over the world, and his college entrance examination score is not enough?

His uncle made a phone call and let him enter Jinghua University.

Didn't learn anything in college?

Never mind! He has a good uncle! There is more money and less work for him to choose, but even so, Jiang Huaiyi is still not satisfied, starting a few years ago. Jiang Huaiyi began to make his own publishing house, relying on Long Yin's signboard. Jiang Huaiyi is simply invincible, like running various procedures for publishing houses, it may be difficult for others to do them, but he will have a green light everywhere.

When you use Long Yin's signboard to receive the author's manuscript, it is still very easy, like Long Yin has several works whose copyrights have returned to Long Yin's hands. Jiang Huaiyi begged his uncle to grant him the right to reprint, thus further building the reputation of Moyun Publishing House.

There is an uncle of a great master in the industry, Jiang Huaiyi has done a smooth job in publishing, although he has not made Moyun Publishing House one of the top three in the country, but it can be regarded as strong.

Many people in the publishing industry know that Jiang Huaiyi has a bad problem - that is, he likes to poach cutting-edge authors from other publishing houses! And now. It was obvious that he was interested in Zhao Yan.

……

In the afternoon, the second lesson of the 44th writing class of Hallym College was Ge Qingying's "Inspiration Collection", and it can be seen that Ge Qingying's teaching is very thoughtful, and she likes to use multimedia teaching.

For example, in this afternoon's inspiration gathering class, she used computer slides to show everyone the photos she took when she participated in the writers' association last year, while giving a lecture with a smile, holding a slender and delicate telescopic whip in her hand, pointing to every photo on the screen, and telling everyone her feelings at that time.

For example: "Look at this picture, everybody! The sea of clouds in Huangshan is beautiful, right? ”

There was an exclamation in the classroom, the sea of clouds on the photos is indeed very beautiful, some of the peaks look like some reefs on the sea in the pure white sea of clouds, especially with the rapid playback of Ge Qingying's slides, a photo quickly flashed on the screen, nearly twenty photos of the sea of clouds were played so quickly, it looked like the sea of clouds was flowing with the wind.

Ge Qingying said with a smile: "When I took these photos at that time, I also thought it was beautiful like you!" At that time, the leader of our wind collection activity, the vice president of the Nanjing Writers Association, he asked us to point to it! He said, 'Seeing this beautiful sea of clouds, what kind of inspiration did you have in your mind just now?' Let's hear it one by one! I think it will be interesting! ’”

"And in fact, it's really interesting, do you know what inspiration I had when I saw this sea of clouds? Can anyone guess? ”

Ge Qingying looked at everyone in the classroom with a smile and asked everyone with interest.

There was a messy pitch of speculation in the classroom.

Female voice: "Love! Mr. Ge must have thought of love with Mr. Weng at that time! ”

Female voice: "Fairy! Such a white and beautiful sea of clouds, the teacher must be associated with immortals! ”

Male voice: "Ice cream!" The peaks in the sea of clouds are too much like ice cream! ”

I don't know which unlucky kid guessed the ice cream, and there was laughter in the classroom, and some girls with low laughter were already laughing on the table and couldn't get up.

Zhao Yan and others were also laughing, and Ge Qingying on the podium was not angry, she was also smiling happily.

When the laughter in the classroom was a little quieter, Ge Qingying revealed the mystery: "It's not love!" It's not a fairy, of course, it's not the ice cream that a classmate just said! ”

There was a low laugh in the classroom, and Ge Qingying's voice continued: "At that time, Mr. Ge, when I saw this sea of clouds, what did I think of? Frankly! I thought of the dragon at the time! At that time, I was thinking how shocking it would be if a five-clawed golden dragon suddenly flew out of that sea of clouds. Why did I think of a dragon? Have you ever heard the old saying that the wind follows the tiger and the cloud follows the dragon? It is said in ancient books that before the tiger appears, the wind will rise in the mountains and forests! And before the dragon appears, the sky must be full of clouds! So, Mr. Ge, when I saw that sea of clouds, I thought of ......"

"Dodo!"

A sudden knock on the door of the classroom interrupted Ge Qingying's lecture, and everyone's eyes looked at the closed classroom door, because Ge Qingying used multimedia teaching in this class, so the doors and windows were closed to ensure that the light in the classroom was not too bright.

Ge Qingying's brows furrowed.

"Dodo!"

There was another knock on the door, and the classroom fell silent, and everyone was either looking at the door or paying attention to the change in Ge Qingying's expression, wanting to see how she would react.

Ge Qingying didn't react much, and when the second knock sounded, she walked over quickly and opened the door. Wearing such high heels, the posture of walking is naturally different from the usual.

In everyone's attention, Ge Qingying opened the classroom door, and when she saw the figure at the door, there was a slight commotion in the classroom.

"What's going on?"

"How can a police officer come to the door?"

"Who in our class made a mistake?"

"Who?"

Zhao Yan looked at the two men and one woman at the door, and he was also guessing in his heart what the three police officers were doing?

"You ......"

Ge Qingying looked at the three police officers at the door in surprise, and couldn't react for a while, how could she have expected that the class was so good, and it was the three police officers who suddenly knocked on the door?

The two men and one woman at the door are all straight black police uniforms, a black-faced man of thirty-six or seventeen, and the other man is tall and thin, twenty-five or sixteen years old, and his whole body is also full of spirit, even the female policeman is also heroic and sassy, and the spirit is very strong, anyone can detect at a glance that these three police officers are different from ordinary policemen.

"Excuse me, is this the 44th writing class?"

The police officer at the head asked Ge Qingying without a smile, Ge Qingying hurriedly responded, standing opposite these three people, Ge Qingying's momentum was obviously suppressed, and the spirit of these three people, as well as the coercion brought by their identities, were suppressing Ge Qingying and the students in the classroom.

The cold eyes of the leading police officer glanced at the classroom, and his voice suddenly raised a little, and he asked without emotion: "Zhao Yan!" Who is Zhao Yan! Please stand up! ”

Wow......

Everyone's surprised and puzzled eyes looked at Zhao Yan in the back row of the classroom, including Ge Qingying at the door of the classroom, and the eldest grandson Xia Qiu sighed in his heart, and looked back at Zhao Yan with a worried expression.

The eyes of Zhang Peng, Li Yan, Nian Xiaobai, Xing Zheng, Xi Fang and others also fell on Zhao Yan's face, unlike most of them, after all, they were familiar with Zhao Yan, and their eyes were a little worried at this time.

When Zhao Yan heard his name, his heart sank and his brows furrowed, he was very puzzled and wondered, he didn't understand what he had done recently?

Why do the police come to the door?

"Who is Zhao Yan? Please stand up for yourself! ”

I didn't see anyone standing up, but the direction of the convergence of dozens of pairs of eyes in the classroom had clearly indicated who Zhao Yan was, but the policeman at the door still repeated what he had just said in a deep voice.

If it was an ordinary student, it was estimated that his hands and feet would be weak at this time, but Zhao Yan was naturally bold, and he didn't think that he had done anything illegal and undisciplined recently, so he stood up very calmly and looked at the policeman at the door with cold eyes.

After Zhao Yan stood up, the policeman led by him nodded slightly, and shouted in a deep voice again: "Come out!" ”

The classroom was already full of whispering and discussions, and Zhao Yan walked to the door step by step with a cold face and a pouting under the attention of all his classmates, and looked at the three policemen. (To be continued......)