It's not data, it's not a click, it's a message. Dou Po was valued by the editor of Chuangdian, and the message sent by the author's background said that the author and the editor were asked to contact the editor to discuss the signing of the contract. As a veteran in the literary world, Lin Feng completed a series of transmissions with ease, and then added EE who was responsible for editing.

In Chuangdian, no, in online literature, the responsible editor itself has great rights, can manage the author's work with full authority, recommend guidance, etc., is a job with a variety of roles, very hard, each editor is responsible for dozens of authors or even hundreds of authors' books, you can imagine how big the workload is. Therefore, generally every time Lin Feng publishes some works of great gods, it is to end as soon as possible, not because he does not pay attention to it, but so that the editor can have more time to rest.

Lin Feng's editor in this life is called Qiong Yu, and according to the information, he is a twenty-six-year-old male compatriot. After the communication channel was established, Lin Feng didn't say much, just said very concisely, "Hello, Qiongyu, I am the author of Breaking the Sky "Full Moon Purple Gold City", I have already sent the required documents, and it will be troublesome in the future." "And then it's time to code.

One minute, two minutes. Finally, ten minutes later, the editor Qiong Yu replied with a smiley face and a line of words, "It's too polite, this is as it should be." Please forgive me for being busy with work. ”

After getting a response, Lin Feng replied with a word, calmed down, continued to work, and concentrated on coding.

"Tick tock." Time came to twelve o'clock silently, looking at his achievements of more than 10,000 words in three chapters, Lin Feng nodded, and finally made progress.

I closed the computer and quickly fell asleep as I lay on the bed. The moonlight and starlight outside the window shine through the gaps between the high-rise buildings in the community, shining in Lin Feng's bedroom, and the silence outside the window seems to have a unique charm.

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In the dormitory of a certain university school, the lights have been turned off at this moment, and everyone who has not yet rested is playing with their mobile phones, squandering their youth before they are old, and indulging their desire to open the shackles.

Cao Song leaned against the wall, quietly sliding the mouse to click on the web page. He was a sophomore, and the energy he had regained from going to college in his freshman year had been worn out. In addition, there is some money at home, life is very decadent and leisurely, and I usually save time to read novels, especially fantasy and the like, but this kind of book is easy to write, but there is no one that can make people look forward to it, which makes people crazy.

Slowly read the update of the novel I was chasing, in other sections, the forum took a look and shopped, and finally clicked on the fantasy section, and went straight to the new book signing list, after all, the book that can be signed must have its own uniqueness.

I just read a few introductions, and I didn't have much passion in the first place, and I was even less interested. I read a few books patiently, why is it still so old-fashioned, and the original bloody plot is written even more bloody.

"Alas", Cao Song, who was sighing, clicked on Dou Po, looking at this ordinary profile, Cao Song instinctively wanted to click back and exit.

It's just that the ghost almost clicked on the first chapter and read it casually. It was this casual look that made him fall in, happy or sad with what happened to Xiao Yan. The incomparably huge contrast made him think of himself, his genius grades in primary school, the decline of junior high school because of unadaptability, and then the rise of high school and the current decadence, and the changes in the attitudes of everyone around him again and again. Four words: empathy.

"What a book. The next twist will definitely be more enjoyable. Looking at it again, he sighed in his heart.

clicked on another chapter, and his mood also rose with humiliation, and he withdrew from the marriage, and the woman withdrew from the marriage, which was too rude and selfish. "Fight back, fight back." Cao Song shouted in his heart.

Sure enough, Xiao Yan's counterattack made his blood boil, "Thirty years in Hexi, thirty years in Hedong, don't bully the poor youth." ”

"Okay, it's so well written, such a bloody bridge is so surging. Sure enough, the editor of Chuangdian has signed in a good book this time. Next chapter. ”

Continue to go on, "Sure enough, as I expected, Goldfinger, it's just that the mouth of this Goldfinger is too big, and, hey, why is it gone." Cao Song clicked a few times only to find that he had already finished reading a few chapters, alas, I was really looking forward to it.

Collection, reward 100 coins, urge, and all of your own ***, all five voted.

And this scene is happening under one sleepless screen after another, and Dou Po has risen.

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At that time, Lin Feng got up to exercise as always, continued to work after breakfast, and a distinct image jumped between the lines between the beatings.

There are monkeys, pigs, beards, monks, gods and immortals, etc.

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After several hours of continuous efforts, Lin Feng finally struck the final blow, it was completed, and Wukong Legend was completed. Looking at the time, it was time to go to work in the afternoon. Lin Feng typed in the words "Fengshi Publishing House" on the homepage of opening Wancha. And then a lot of information jumped out.

After screening one by one, Lin Feng selected three publishing houses, Windy City Star Publishing House, Windy City Yunluo Publishing House, and Shenzhou Tianxing Publishing House Windy City Branch.

These three publishing houses have their own advantages and disadvantages, but they are all the best publishing houses in Windy City, why can the Windy City Branch of Shenzhou Tianxing Publishing House be able to stand side by side with the other two as a branch, because Shenzhou Tianxing is a state.

According to the job number he found, Lin Feng began to make an appointment and sent the content of the first few chapters, waiting for an answer, to see which publishing house could discern his Wukong biography in the pearl phase.

An hour later, Lin Feng appeared downstairs in the Chenfeng Building, where the Star Publishing House was located.

Lin Feng said a few words to the front desk of the building, took out his mobile phone and let the front desk look at the text message, and Lin Feng entered the building and took the elevator, the twenty-first floor.

"Ding." The elevator slowly ascended, and the twenty-first floor arrived. Walking out of the elevator, there are four big golden characters in front of me: Star Publishing.

Coming to the front desk, "Sir, who are you looking for?" ”

"I'm looking for the editor-in-chief of your company, Chen."

"Okay, do you have an appointment?"

"Yes."

"May I ask the name of the gentleman? We need to check the records. ”

"Lin Feng. Forests, mountain peaks. ”

"Okay, Mr. Lin. Your appointment time is 2:30 a.m., the time is just right, please come in. The receptionist checked the records and pointed out the direction to Lin Feng.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, that's what we're supposed to do."

Come to the editor-in-chief's office and knock.

"Please come in." A neutral voice came.

Pushing the door in, I saw that the whole office gave people a sense of atmosphere and class. This space is mainly wood-colored, and rows of books and green bonsai add a bit of elegance to the office.

On the chair behind the wide desk, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face was looking at Lin Feng with interest, Chen Table, editor-in-chief of Fanxing Publishing House.

"It's Mr. Lin Feng, I didn't expect to be so young. This is a young man. Have a seat. Chen Zhuo praised.

"Editor-in-Chief Chen praised it falsely, and he didn't dare to be ashamed." Lin Feng took advantage of the situation and sat on the chair next to him.

Chen Zhuo said solemnly: "Mr. Lin Feng, forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, is "The Legend of Wukong" really written by you? ”

"Naturally, knowledge piracy is punishable, I am a good citizen, and Editor-in-Chief Chen should have been confirmed on the Internet before this."

"Well, yes, I've already confirmed it once, but seeing that Lin Feng is so young, I suddenly want you to confirm it yourself, sorry, after all, the value of this book is very extraordinary."

"It's okay, it's easy to raise questions. I would also like to thank Editor-in-Chief Chen for agreeing with my book. ”

"You're really good at talking, haha. Is the simplified and traditional publishing rights of "The Legend of Wukong" still in your hands? ”