The sun is three poles, and the sea breeze is pleasant.

Chu He was woken up again, he slept late last night, and he had planned to sleep in.

But it is obvious that with Su Muyan here, he has lost the right to sleep lazily.

"Chu He Chu He, you are on the hot search, although there are more than 30 people, you are so powerful!" Su Muyan's fragrant and soft little ass was lifted and sat down, and he was going to sit out of Chu He's shit.

He glared at the dead fish eyes and choked word by word, "Sit well." ”

Su Muyan thought he was complimenting, and deliberately twisted his buttocks: "Really? Would you like me to sit down? ”

You sit down and sit down!

"Go down!" Chu He pushed her away, pulled the quilt over and continued to sleep.

"Hey, Chu He, you're on the hot search! Pre-Qin Guoshi, Pipa Langjun, although a little disgusting, but many people like it. Su Muyan chirped.

"Got it, got it, let me sleep." Chu He wanted to cry without tears, Su Muyan pouted: "It's really a salted fish, my sister will come to cut you later, and you are still sleeping." ”

"Why did she cut me?"

"Because she read my book, the unrevised one, I specially appreciated it for her." Su Muyan grinned.

"So why did she cut me?"

"Because I said my book is based on a true story."

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Fuck you uncle!

By the door, Liu Zhiqing appeared silently.

Chu He sat up with a spirit, President Liu wouldn't really want to cut himself, right?

Su Muyan was already laughing, jumped over and said, "Sister, hack him to death, he taught me badly!" ”

Liu Zhiqing sighed helplessly, raised her hand and gave Su Muyan a look: "Yanyan, you are really getting worse and worse, you are not allowed to write those things in the future, do you know?" ”

Chu He breathed a sigh of relief, he deserved to be President Liu, and he understood things very well.

"That's it, this dead girl throws the pot at me every day!" Chu He hurriedly fell into the well, but Liu Zhiqing's eyes glared at him: "You are not much better, let you be optimistic about Yanyan, you are going to be in the same stream with her, you teach her to write lightly, right?" ”

Mom, Su Muyan told me everything?

However, teaching Yanyan to write a brother's control essay is not a collusion, right? Can the things of the scholars be called complicity?

Chu He would rather die than give in: "I was wrong. ”

Liu Zhiqing snorted, and then left: "I have to go back to the company, you remember, it's okay to write Yanyan, but if you write those unsightly things again, I'll clean up the two of you together!" ”

Chu He nodded again and again, and Su Muyan was also well-behaved.

The two of them had no face in front of President Liu.

But as soon as Liu Zhiqing's car left, Su Muyan burst into laughter, and she rushed into the music room and laughed: "I'm going to write to my brother, today's plot must stimulate the reader." ”

"Sister, pay attention to 404."

Chu He rolled over and continued to sleep.

didn't sleep long before the phone rang, and it was the editor Liu Qiang calling.

Chu He's mind cleared up, and he remembered that Poetry and Hai I were running for the 38th Science Fiction Literature Galaxy Award in August.

But it's not August yet, and it's still a week away.

Chu He picked up the phone and listened, Liu Qiang said excitedly: "Mr. Chu, the first and second batches of 300,000 physical books of Poetry and Hai I have been sold out!" ”

That's what happened.

At the beginning, the first batch of physical books of Poetry and Hai I was 200,000 copies, and the supply exceeded demand, so it quickly increased by 100,000 copies, making a total of 300,000 copies.

I didn't expect it to sell out so quickly, which is a miracle in the brick-and-mortar publishing industry.

"Your manuscript fee for the last month, including the electronic manuscript fee of China Literature, the magazine manuscript fee of the science fiction world, and the shared manuscript fee of the physical book, is a total of 3.98 million yuan, which has been credited to your bank account." Liu Qiang is still excited, last month, with the addition of physical books, Poetry and Haii made a lot of money, Liu Qiang specially came to report.

Chu He was a little surprised, so much?

It's only been a month!

"Okay, you've worked hard too." Chu Dao thanked, Liu Qiang smiled: "It's not hard, I am very excited that my house has settled down today, and I also want to thank you." ”

Liu Qiang bought a house in the magic capital, and he has been struggling for 20 years!

Chu He was also happy in his heart, thinking of the president.

"Editor, how are you and the president?" Chu He's gossip heart burned.

"Hey, hey, hey, this, hey......" Liu Qiang laughed cheaply, and then Chu He faintly heard the scolding.

"What are you laughing at? Give me the phone! It was the voice of President Yuan Huaying.

"Chu Xiaohe, I have something serious to tell you, according to internal information, your poems and sea I have won the special award of the 38th Science Fiction Literature Galaxy Award, announced on August 3, do you want to receive the bonus?" Yuan Huaying is very sophisticated, and what she says is also serious.

Chu He blinked, already awarded?

"How much bonus?" Chu He asked.

"Ten thousand."

Burst!

Chu He coughed twice: "Are you sure?" ”

"The Science Fiction Galaxy Award is just an honor, how much more do you want? Let me tell you, with this award, your anime adaptation royalty can be increased by five million! Yuan Huaying was also excited.

This is also true, awards can't make much money, but fame is made up.

"By the way, my company is already planning to send your book to participate in the Global Chinese Science Fiction Nebula Awards, this is your first step to go international, and it depends on you whether you can be famous in the world in the future." Yuan Huaying finally said.

Chu He smiled: "Thank you, by the way, I wish you and Editor Liu Qiang a happy wedding." ”

"You're such a clever little ghost!"

The two chatted for a while, and finally Chu He decided to go to the magic capital on August 2 and received the Galaxy Award.

In fact, the Galaxy Awards are not well-known, and their influence is limited to science fiction circles, it is more like an internal annual meeting of a company.

The way Chu River will go in the future is not an internal annual meeting, but a transnational annual meeting.

After hanging up the phone, Chu He still didn't get up, but clicked on the bank text message.

This look, the balance of the bank card is 7.89 million yuan!

Chu He himself didn't know where the money came from, there was so much money.

"If this momentum continues, it is possible to earn 100 million." Chu He muttered to himself for a while, yawning and getting out of bed.

The villa was quiet, and Su Muyan was writing a book.

Chu He was inexplicably cheap, and lightly touched it over and peeked at it.

Su Muyan didn't find Chu He, focused on typing, and typed so seriously.

Chu He looked at the words on the screen, and the corners of his mouth began to crook.

"No, it's dirty there...... Perverted uh-woo woo......"

"Why do you want to take off people's white silk...... Hate ......"

"Hee-hee, call the master."

I'll fuck your uncle!

Chu He grabbed Su Muyan's ponytail: "What the hell are you writing about!" ”

Su Muyan screamed in fright, and then scolded angrily: "You scared me to death, my inspiration was all scared by you, a classic was ruined like this, and next year's Nobel Prize in Literature will be won by foreigners!" ”