Speaking of which, I haven't been in contact with Liu Jianyuan, the editor-in-chief of the Western Union University Press, for a long time, and it's not like there's nothing to do after I stop writing, although the magazine has always had a lot of publishing things, and Ye Qingqing's "Machine Qì Cat" has been published in several single books, but she hasn't participated in it.

The publishing house to which my alma mater belongs has always been close to each other, and it seems that it is necessary to take this opportunity to get in touch with each other. When Zhang Qiuxi was still thinking so, Liu Jianyuan had already called, but she didn't bother because she didn't write a book and was busy.

She was almost forgotten by others, but Liu Jianyuan was still thinking about her, and as soon as "Amorous Ring" was finished, he came up to discuss the publication of the novel. And it was at this time that the phone rang again, and it was the editor of "Jianghu Night Talk".

"Brother Hai, my serial has just ended, you won't come to urge the manuscript so soon, right?" Although it was a phone call, Zhang Qiuxi involuntarily patted his forehead as he spoke.

"Not yet." The editor on the other side of the phone said with a smile: "This time I am invited by the order of the editor-in-chief, our magazine is going to hold an annual meeting, and I hope you can come to participate." ”

"Annual meeting? It seems to be very boring. Zhang Qiuxi lacked interest, she couldn't understand what the annual meeting was, and what activities would be held at the annual meeting, could it be to get together to eat and drink? That's not as much fun as teasing the red beans.

The face on the other side of the phone seemed to be darkened, and he said: "Teacher Xiqiu, don't be busy refusing, this annual meeting is of great significance to us, in fact, the main purpose is to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the establishment of Jianghu Night Talk." ”

Founded in the late eighties. It has stood for 30 years, and it is still the best-selling martial arts novel magazine, and in a sense, "Jianghu Night Talk" can also be said to be the leader of the martial arts alliance. Thirty years of dominance was not easy.

"It turned out to be such a special day, congratulations, I hope that your magazine will be able to continue to be prosperous in the future, and dominate the rivers and lakes for thousands of years." Zhang Qiuxi felt that since it was the big day of "Jianghu Night Talk", he should still congratulate him.

"Teacher Xiqiu, if you congratulate you, you should keep it until then." I guess I have wiped a cold sweat on the other side of the phone. said: "You are the heaviest writer in our magazine and even in the entire martial arts field, you must come when the time comes." ”

Ordinary annual meetings are a must-have. This kind of important day seems to be really hard to shirk, and it seems good to see what the annual meeting is like, so he said: "How can I say that I am also the author of Jianghu Night Talk, of course I want to join in the fun at this time." But let's talk about what the annual meeting is like. ”

"It's about bringing its writers together to celebrate, and then there's a fan meet-and-greet event and a workshop. Teacher Xiqiu, the theme of the seminar is mainly about the current situation and future development of martial arts novels, and you will need to speak at that time, saying that there are still a few days for you to prepare. ”

"Fan meetings are autographed, right? Still have to speak at so-called seminars? Which brother Hai, I suddenly said that there was something I couldn't leave that day...... "Zhang Qiuxi has held a signing party now, and he is so tired that he collapses and still has palpitations, so there has been no similar activity since then.

As for the speech, she is a scribe how to guide the country. Could it be that if you can cross over, you can also become a generation of grandmasters in the world you wear with Hua Yongsheng's works.

Feeling that it would be very troublesome, Zhang Qiuxi suddenly wanted to refuse. On the other side of the phone, she directly interrupted her words and said, "Teacher Xiqiu, I haven't even said the time yet." The annual meeting will be held at the Wansheng Hotel three days later, and I will pick you up when you call me at the airport. That's it, I'll talk about it when the time comes. ”

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qiuxi said depressedly: "I'll go." I actually cut it first and then played, and I didn't have time to refuse. ”

Hongdou, who leaned over and listened to the content of the phone call on Zhang Qiuxi's head, said: "No one has said when it will be held." You just remember that there was something that day, and if you really want to shirk it, don't find such an idiotic reason. ”

"Isn't this because I'm too simple and not good at deceiving people?" Zhang Qiuxi shrugged.

"Speaking of which, the magazine will hold an annual meeting, our magazine has been established for several years, and there are several writers who have signed contracts with us for many years, but we haven't even seen their figures." Zhang Qiuxi had heard of the annual meeting of the original literary website in his previous life, but the magazine had never heard of it, so it seemed quite necessary to think about it.

"There are a lot of them that are held every year, but in fact, they are not very interesting, and the average writer is either lazy like you and doesn't want to go anywhere or wanders around like Yang Jie, which are two extremes, and they will not be too interested."

Hongdou was also not interested in this, and said: "After 30 years of night talk, it can be regarded as a thick history, so let's talk about it when our magazine can also be mixed into a century-old store." ”

"Do you want me to hang a banner at the door and say that this magazine is still 96 years away from the century-old store?" Zhang Qiuxi couldn't help complaining, and Ye Qingqing said: "We are a magazine club, what kind of century-old store do we play, and besides, our magazine club has been more than four years, right?" ”

"It's said that I've entered Miss Conch mode, and the time has already been frozen. Otherwise, I'm about to have crow's feet, and I feel sad to think about it. Hongdou touched the corner of his eye and sighed.

"I said how I didn't grow in height or figure, so that's the reason." Ye Qingqing suddenly realized.

"Miss Conch mode or something, it's just you guys making a fool of yourself, right?" Shangguan Jin couldn't stand it anymore.

Zhang Qiuxi pinched Shangguan Jin's face and said: "I said yes, since now you don't have to worry about being blackened by the pig-killing knife of the years, the fungus is purple, and I don't have to worry about being soft...... Uh, I'm the same too. ”

"Get out, hurry up and get your speech ready." Shangguan Jin, who has always been light and breezy, blushed again, and felt that if this was the case, of course it would be better, and the red puff puff was more attractive and tender, thinking of these, he couldn't help but look at Zhang Qiuxi's cherry mouth......

Flying to Jiangnan is only an hour away, and three days is still very sufficient, but this is of no use to Zhang Qiuxi preparing for a speech or anything, no clue or no clue, and I am afraid that it will only be the same if I give thirty days.

If you can't think of it, you just don't want to, and when the time comes, you can play on the spot and think of what to talk about. Isn't there a famous saying that ordinary people are farting when they speak, and the farts of celebrities are all famous sayings, and it is definitely no problem to hold the audience. (To be continued)

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