The world of cultivation made Zhou Fatzi so happy that he had no temper, and he also had a lot of resentment about winning the disease.

Whoever asked him to read 100,000 words stopped.

As the saying goes, curiosity kills cats, although Zhou Fatzi is not a cat, but he should never underestimate a book lover's curiosity about good books.

Zhou Dahai put down the original manuscript and said depressedly to Ying Sick: "Win hero, you tortured me."

Win the sick and smiled: "After signing the contract, don't you just look at it as you want."

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Dahai knew that he couldn't fool this terrible guy, so he said bluntly: "How many words?"

"Two million and eight thousand words! Xiuzhen World! ”

Zhou Dahai's mind is empty, so sharp, and it is another million-dollar masterpiece.

Ying Yi said very seriously: "This novel is just an incidental product of another book, and the real main book is mine."

As he spoke, he had already taken out a piece of paper from his arms, on which was the title of the book and the introduction of the legend of mortal cultivators, and the content was introduced:

An ordinary poor boy from a mountain village, by chance, entered the local small sect of rivers and lakes and became a registered disciple. In such an capacity, how did he gain a foothold in the sect? How can you enter the ranks of immortal cultivators with mediocre qualifications? and other giant devils, immortal masters of the Immortal Sect are listed at home and abroad? I hope you enjoy this book!

Win has copied it exactly as it is, with a cover picture attached to the paper.

A man in a white sword suit, with an ordinary face, everyone seems to be able to see their own shadow from this face, with a super-textured face, a thin messy and casual bun, the hair is scattered and flying, full of fairy spirit.

The man turned his back, holding an obsidian and unpretentious fairy sword, occupying most of the picture, surrounded by immortal mountains and Qiongge, surrounded by all beasts and demons, his face was still calm and calm, and the clouds were light and light.

The exquisiteness of the whole picture, the richness of spirituality, and the ups and downs of the essence of the essence can be called a work of art.

Zhou Dahai flipped through the introduction, and was attracted by the painting in an instant, his vision focused on the painting, looked at it for a few seconds, slapped the table, and praised it: "Good painting, good painting, comparable to a work of art, I Zhou Dahai has never seen such a good look, real and lifelike, breathtaking!"

Zhou Dahai was secretly frightened, and hurriedly asked Ying Zhiji: "Dare to ask Ying Daxia, which master painted this painting on the paper?"

"Amazing! There is also this number on the market. Zhou Dahai gestured to three and said excitedly.

Having experienced the painters of this era, he naturally knows how good the cover of the carefully crafted zuò is in cooperation with the cat bear, even in the 21st century, this super beautiful picture can give all the audience the best visual enjoyment.

When I got my hands on it, I was firmly attracted by the world in the painting, which was too real and beautiful. A fairy feeling arises spontaneously.

However, Ying Sick is now selling books, not paintings, so he doesn't have the leisure time to talk nonsense with him.

With a cough, Ying Yi pulled the drawing paper and introduction from Zhou Dahai's hand, shifted his gaze and topic: "This legend of mortal immortal cultivation is my main book - the quality is far beyond the cultivation world!"

Zhou Dahai is a businessman, and when he saw his intentions, he was instantly attracted by his words, his throat moved, and his eyes lit up: "Oh?"

Follow, looking at him expectantly.

Ying Sick drank his tea, and said slowly: "I have finished writing the cultivation world, and this mortal cultivation immortal biography is being written, according to the setting of the outline, it is estimated that it will take more than seven million to complete it!"

Listening to the words of Win Sick, Zhou Fat almost scared him to pee, his fat body shook slightly, and his heart almost jumped out of his mouth, my mother! This is going against the sky!

Listening to his serious words, Zhou Fatzi stared at Ying Sick for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "You haven't seen jokes all the time, have you?" Million! That's seven million words! ”

Withdrawing the paper in the blink of an eye, Ying Zhiji looked at him with a smile on his face, and replied with a pleasant face: "Don't worry, I finished writing, and soon!" I promise to finish this year. ”

Zhou Dahai looked dizzy, his squinted eyes flashed a ray of confusion, this is seven million words, it will take days and nights just to look at it, let alone write it, how did this hero write it!

With a shocked face on his face, he muttered, "You are terrible! Not to mention the 1.6 million words of Sou Shen Ji, there are still 2.8 million words in this Xiuzhen world, and you are still writing a novel of 7 million words, and you will be guaranteed to complete it this year. My fragile little liver, the whole thing is about to jump out, the ups and downs of life are really exciting! ”

Look at him as he spoke, his eyebrows fluttering, and his saliva splashing. Ying Yiji frowned, shrunk his body, and didn't let him get closer.

But I don't blame him for being like this, when it comes to the number of words and updating the number of words, I have to mention the legendary Ni Kuang in Hong Kong. Since Ni Kuang came to Hong Kong from the mainland in 1957, he has been writing for 30 years, seven days a week, and tens of thousands of words a day. The most amazing thing is that he can write for thirty years without constant inspiration, with endless themes and a guarantee of best-selling. This is the legendary Ni Kuang in the outside world, and the current victory is probably even better.

Written in less than half a year, tens of millions of Chinese characters, is this still human!

Zhou Dahai even secretly scolded in his heart that he was sick and that he was a demon!

Although he is not afraid of his writing number and speed, he is not afraid of being known, but he also doesn't want to be too rebellious. I had already thought of the wording, tepidly, and explained lightly: "Actually, the Sou Shen Ji and the Xiuzhen World were updated a few months ago, and it wasn't long before the book was completed recently. The books I'm currently working on are still in their infancy. ”

Zhou Dahai smiled dryly, and said with a fat face: "That's also amazing, Mr. Win is really talented!" Just the speed of writing books, regardless of the quality, you can be proud of the rivers and lakes! ”

Ying Sick took a sip of half a cup of tea, then pushed the teacup away, raised his eyes and said indifferently: "Editor Zhou said it was funny, then let's talk about business."

Zhou Dahai's gaze also moved with his demeanor, looked at him, and said with a smile: "Well, yes, yes, you are right, in this way, I see ......"

Next, Ying Sick has negotiated with Zhou Fatzi on the cooperation method of the two books. Like Sou Shen Ji, in addition to other similar games and film and television rights, the publisher in Hong Kong can buy out one to zero, which does not include overseas sales. Their publisher can also sell overseas editions of the book on their behalf, but the price is different, and this week Dahai did not say yes, his idea is to see the sales in Hong Kong before making a decision.

In this regard, I am not surprised to win the disease, and I don't mind, anyway, as long as Sou Shen Ji sells well, I don't have to worry about the book not being able to sell. The important point is the price at which the Xiuzhen World and the Legend of Mortal Cultivation Immortals are published in Hong Kong.

In this regard, because Zhou Dahai has seen the charm of the Xiuzhen world and the experience of the quality of Sou Shen Ji, he does not have much resistance to the price issue. However, it's still that problem, the number of words is really enough, and the one-time payment of Sou Shen Ji is enough, and it would be too unrealistic to pay the cultivation of the true world and the legend of mortal cultivation of immortals at one time.

Winning the illness also took this into account so he didn't hand over the other books to him, and at the same time held the reason that the eggs were not put in one basket. Hell-goblins.

Zhou Dahai came up with a solution, made a decision, and said to Ying Sick: "Win Hero, oh no, now that I have thrown myself to the ground for the five bodies you admire, I should call you Win Daxian, Win God."

"......" Why does it sound so bad? With the title of the great god, it is from you here, and his face remains calm, but he is secretly speechless.

Zhou Dahai stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, and then said in a deep voice: "Win God, I have come up with a few solutions." First, it is to wait for the three editions of Sou Shen Ji to be sold, and after the market has eased, the world of cultivation and the legend of mortal cultivation of immortals will be published. ”

"I don't have the patience to wait that long." As soon as he heard this, he decisively refused to do so on the spot, and he didn't have so much time to wait.

After talking for a long time, the thirsty Zhou Fatzi poured a few sips of tea, and then preached to Ying Sick: "The first one doesn't work, then listen to the second method."

We can pay off the manuscript fee for Sou Shen Ji and Xiuzhen World first. As for the Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals, it is jointly published with the cooperative publishing house of our publishing house. ”

Win the illness is speechless again, this means to turn around and despise me as a mortal!

Zhou Dahai was very eye-catching, and he knew what he meant when he saw his face, so he continued: "The third method is also the last method. Because we have several ways to publish by volume, by collection, and so on. You can choose to pay in a segmented marketing way. ”

Ying was still a little unconscious at first, but only after listening to Zhou Fatzi's explanation did he understand the middle door.

This is no different from a newspaper serial, winning the illness and groaning. After thinking about it, I was worried that their publishing house was not capable, and the guide would delay the sales of mortals in the end, which would be troublesome.

After half a minute of consideration, Win Sick has chosen the second option. "Just do as you say, I'll choose the second plan, unite with other publishing houses, and we'll do it all at once!"

Zhou Dahai felt a little regretful when he saw this, because he had to share the interests with others, and the money he earned was naturally much less. However, he quickly corrected his mentality, who told them that the publishing house did not have that strength, the meal could only be eaten one bite at a time, and this choice was not a loss, and even reduced a lot of risks, avoiding the risk of poor sales and heavy losses when the novel was put on the market.

Zhou Dahai swallowed his saliva, so he said: "Okay, then, the matter is settled, at the latest three days, we will give you an explanation."

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with Ying Sick, he got up slowly, and then said goodbye to Ying Sick with an excited mood: "Then there is nothing else, I will rush back to recover first."

"Walk slowly, have a good trip." Ying Yiji nodded lightly, and didn't want to talk to him anymore, and he was not a beauty.

"Win the god doesn't give it away." Supporting his huge body, Fat Zhou took one step at a time, his steps felt much brisker, and he turned around and walked towards the gate.

Win sick and sent him out, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, and Ying Xianfeng had already gone out to work.

It's over.

Grunt.

The stomach barked.

I covered my stomach and felt hungry, and I hadn't eaten anything in the morning, because things were done, and my mind and body were relaxed together, so the hunger became more and more obvious.

The time was just right, and Lin Fang brought out a pot of porridge from the kitchen.

Place the porridge on the table.

In front of the winning patient.

Lin Fang blinked, looking at Ying Sick and motioning for him to eat first.

Win the illness is not polite, nod, and pour a bowl of porridge by himself.

Pork porridge with green onions, although simple, is very fragrant.

Then Lin Fang turned around and went back to the kitchen silently. Soon, she sent a fragrant, authentic soup, dim sum, steamed buns, fritters, everything, it seems that she spent a lot of effort early in the morning.

Looking at the table full of all kinds of breakfast, although it was the taste of some civilians, Ying Sick Ji snorted and ate happily. On the one hand, he was really hungry, and on the other hand, because the food was really delicious and suited to his appetite.

Lin Fang, who was sitting down on the side, blinked lightly, seeing that he was eating happily, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Her happiness every day is to take care of her son's diet and daily life, so that he can spend every day in a happy mood, which is her little happiness.

Pulling back his gaze, Lin Fang was just about to have breakfast with Ying Sick, bang-

Outside the hospital, the gate.

was violently pushed away, and a burst of footsteps broke in in vain!

"Win the disease, the people are not there!"