After reading the electronic version of the agreement, Sun Peng's face showed a strange smile.

Sure enough, just as he had guessed, this agreement was not so fair. To put it simply, as long as this agreement is signed, Scholar Publishing House will have the priority publishing right to shoot the Condor in the next year, and the royalty is of course the standard newcomer level. However, if the later writing collapses or does not go as expected, the publishing house also has the right to postpone or even refuse to publish. Of course, in order to make the agreement seem fair and reasonable, Scholar Publishing will assist the authors in their creation and promotion, such as giving recommendations on their websites, or editors giving certain creative guidance, etc.

"Cut, it's an empty glove white wolf!"

After shaking his head disdainfully, Sun Peng quickly called Zheng Ye back and rejected the meaningless agreement. This editor Zheng did not stalk him, and expressed his regret after persuading a few words to no avail, and then said that he would continue to pay attention to the condor shooting, hoping that there would be opportunities for cooperation in the future.

Everyone was polite, and there were no waves.

If Sun Peng is really a newcomer writer on the Internet, he may accept this agreement happily, after all, he is a big-name publishing house, and his willingness to sign this agreement at least shows the level of the novel, and the follow-up publishing house will always pay attention to it, which will greatly improve the probability of publication.

But what is the book of Condor shooting? Can you use this kind of agreement?

As a member of the crossing army, Sun Peng has pride in his original world, maybe in this world the condor is likely to not reach the height of the earth, but the classic is a classic after all, Sun Peng believes that no matter which world the condor is in will burst out of its own light! Do you still need someone else's guidance for such a work? What kind of booking agreement do I need to sign?

is only 200,000 words, and Sun Peng can afford to wait.

But......

"At least one thing is certain, this should be a normal world."

Rubbing his chin, Sun Peng nodded with a smile.

After watching too much of the classic plot of the world being banned after refusing to pass through the novel, Sun Peng is still extremely satisfied with the attitude of other editors. Of course, he understands more that for a normal world, let alone a small editor, even if it is the president of a publishing house, how many people will bird you when they go out of their own territory? There is still an agency of the General Administration of Press and Publication on the earth, and who will take care of you when they are full in this world......

figured out the reason why the eagle shot on the street, and Sun Peng was down-to-earth.

The number of words is too small, the classification is declining, there are too few followers, the competition is too fierce, etc., etc., all of which make the pearl of the Condor temporarily dusty. But Zheng Ye, the editor of the publishing house, came to the door and made Sun Peng realize that classics will not fade after all, no matter what world they are in. And take a look on the homepage of the novel, the growth rate of various data seems to have accelerated, which has temporarily calmed Sun Peng's originally restless heart......

When you are in a good mood, your appetite will naturally increase.

The charm of the eldest sister is really not covered, the meal at noon Zhao Jinxiang is really invited, Sun Peng eats very full, under normal circumstances, this meal will definitely be saved at night. However, after pinching his thin ribs, he still decided to make himself something with oil and water to make up for it, and it was a good time to grow fat at night, so he couldn't miss it.

Rummaging through the refrigerator, Sun Peng took out half a local chicken.

The local chicken was bought when the eldest sister came last weekend, and half of it was made for Sun Peng that day, and there was still half of it left. Sun Peng buried his head in the refrigerator for a long time, and finally found two potatoes and half a green pepper, and then breathed a sigh of relief - finally no longer have to run out to buy things.

Chop the chicken, peel the garlic and peel the potatoes.

A young man in his early twenties and a bachelor in his thirties merged into one at this moment, handling the ingredients with a level of proficiency that Su Jing and the others would never believe. Sun Peng in this world seems to have anorexia, and he eats almost the same as a cat every day, and he rarely touches meat; But Sun Peng in another world is an out-and-out foodie, no meat, no joy, one of the greatest pleasures in life is to cook himself a hard dish on the weekend and slowly kill an evening with two bottles of beer. This is also the reason why he is obviously a doctor, but his body exceeds the standard of obesity and is found to have moderate fatty liver.

Being reborn in the body of a young thin ghost is definitely a great luck for Sun Peng!

For example, the local chicken in his hand, if he is not happy on the earth, Sun Peng can only peel off the chicken skin, peel off the chicken fat, take a little oil, sugar and salt, and finally make a home-cooked dish that is barely fragrant, but the taste is far from satisfying him. But in this world, Sun Peng no longer has to worry about his weight and fatty liver, nor does he need to worry about liver and cholesterol, and completely retains the most delicious chicken skin and chicken fat, big sugar and heavy salt, and thick oil red sauce to satisfy the heavy taste that he has not enjoyed for many years......

In the blink of an eye, all the ingredients are ready.

Heat the pan with cold oil and sugar. When the syrup is charred, the chicken pieces are put into the pot, and the chicken fat is fried with a strong fragrance in the stinging sound, and then garlic cloves, dried chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, spices and cooking wine, light soy sauce and other seasonings are out of the pot, and a few minutes later, with a more enthusiastic cheer in the pot, a large amount of hot water is injected, cover the lid, turn down the heat and start to simmer slowly.

An hour and a half later, when Sun Peng was slightly hungry, the potatoes were put into the pot.

The technology of foodies has always been not to be underestimated, the technology of adding water has been quite clever, and when the potatoes are stewed, the water has been boiled almost, at this time, green peppers, green garlic, and finally sprinkled with a small handful of chives, the hot hard dishes were brought to the table by Sun Peng together with the iron pot.

Serving a bowl of rice that had been cooked a long time ago, opening and listening to a cold beer, Sun Peng sat down at the dining table.

“…… It smells so good! ”

After taking a deep breath, Sun Peng's face showed a look of satisfaction.

In his previous life, since he was diagnosed with fatty liver, Sun Peng began to change his living habits from the perspective of a doctor, going for a run every night as long as he had time, and at the same time quitting all "bad" foods, including this salty and spicy potato stewed chicken nuggets, especially the mellow chicken fat, which he almost never touched again. Vaguely, he couldn't remember the last time he had smelled such a familiar smell......

Subconsciously picked up a piece of ripe potato and put it in his mouth, and a salty aroma suddenly filled his mouth.

The chopsticks fell frequently, the cheeks kept squirming, and pieces of chicken or potatoes were sent into Sun Peng's mouth, chewing heartily, and eating heartily; Occasionally, I pick up a beer bottle and take a sip of it, and the cold feeling hits me, forming a strong contrast with the rich chicken flavor, which is really refreshing!

Suddenly, Sun Peng remembered the last time he ate like this.

It was a Spring Festival holiday, and Sun Peng, who had been promoted to the backbone of the department, was rarely assigned to be on duty, and was lucky enough to buy a ticket home. Sun Peng remembered the taste of the Spring Festival holiday, and the rich smell could not be dissipated for a long time......

Raising the beer in his hand again, Sun Peng didn't notice it, and he didn't know when he had already burst into tears.