Ding Yun couldn't hold face on his face and chased out. On the road, he grabbed Xu Wan's wrist, his expression was a little hideous, "You calm down, you and that guy have broken up!" You are my woman now! ”

"But we're not engaged yet." Xu Wan didn't look at Ding Yun and called out.

"What do you mean? You're going back to him! ”

Ding Yun was excited, and the strength in his hand was a little greater.

"You're scratching me, let it go!"

Ding Yun was so angry that he shook off Xu Wan's wrist, he pointed at Xu Wan and roared, "I'm really looking at the wrong person!" Knowing that he has money, he wants to go back to his arms? I remind you that in a few days we will be engaged! Also, to tell you the truth, that guy is still writing, if he is really rich, who will be a writer? ”

"How do you know?" Xu Wan gradually calmed down.

That's right, with her understanding of Xin Yu, it is impossible for him to be so rich all of a sudden, could it be that all this is pretended?

"That woman is so rich, she must have a way! I have to admit that she really took great pains for Xin Yu! Xu Wan took a deep breath to calm herself down as much as possible, she looked at Ding Yun, and then leaned in, "Ding Yun, I ......"

Ding Yun took a deep breath to calm himself down, "If we lose face, we can get it back when we turn our heads!" Can he Xin Yu pretend once, can he pretend for a lifetime? ”

The two of them returned to the barber shop and began to enjoy the treatment of gold members.

And Xin Yu in the diamond room seemed to be a different person after cutting her hair short. Mu Qingya saw it in his eyes, although he hadn't seen him for three years, he still had deep eyes and sharp edges and corners.

"This is the Xin Yu I am familiar with." Mu Qingya muttered.

An hour later, Xin Yu took Mu Qingya out of the diamond room satisfied, and happened to pass by Xu Wan.

"Hmph, no matter how you change, you're still the one who wrote the manuscript." Xu Wan scoffed.

After Xin Yu left a sentence of "pathetic", he left.

For such vexatious and provocative people, Xin Yu has no extra oxygen to waste with them. Besides, seeing people who are already like mad dogs is very low-level.

Leaving the barber shop, at Mu Qingya's strong request, Xin Yu went to buy a suit, and after eating at noon, the two went straight to Jiutian Publishing House.

"Buzz ......"

When a limited-edition Maserati stopped in front of the relatively remote Nine Days Publishing House, a few curious people immediately popped out of the publishing house.

"Hey, look, Maserati, is it our new boss's car?"

"Who knows, but I heard that the new boss's family is very rich, and our Nine Days Publishing House has been saved."

As Xin Yu got out of the car, these people were even more shocked, they were young, they were talented, if they weren't their new boss, who would they be? You can't just come to post!

Just kidding, then rich people, who will write novels!

A pair of eyes stared at Xin Yu and entered the publishing house, "Hello, where is editor Han Feiyu?" ”

The other party was stunned, "Are you here to ......?" ”

"I'm here to submit, and I've already made an appointment with Editor Han Feiyu." Xin Yu said.

"Well, then you come with me."

In this way, Xin Yu walked into the office of the editorial department under the surprised eyes of everyone.

"I'll go, drive a luxury car to submit! I read that right! Can anyone who writes novels make so much money? Which great writer is this? ”

The group was chatting, and a Mercedes-Benz sports car drove in front of the door, although it was also worth a lot of money, but in front of this limited edition Maserati, it seemed to be a lot cheaper.

Ding Yun in the car glanced at the Maserati, then gritted his teeth and got out of the car.

The crowd came up again, who is this?

"This gentleman ......"

Ding Yun frowned slightly, "I am the future boss of your Nine Heavens Publishing House, are you head?" ”

He was very anxious to find Han Feiyu, because he had to attach a condition before acquiring Jiutian Publishing House, that is, to refuse Xin Yu's contribution.

"Brother Yu is negotiating a contract with a great writer."

Ding Yun smiled, "Great writer? It's just a half-ass. A poor worm who has submitted countless articles in the past three years, but no one cares. ”

Ignoring the group of people, Ding Yun swaggered towards the editor's office.

"Mr. Ding, when Brother Yu talks about the contract, he doesn't want to be disturbed by others."

Someone stepped forward to kindly remind, but in exchange for Ding Yun's hideousness, "I will be the boss here in the future, and Brother Yu will also work for me." Got it? ”

"This ......"

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Ding Yun pushed the door domineeringly. Coincidentally, Xin Yu got up with regret and shook hands with the middle-aged man with sven looks and glasses, "I hope there will be a chance to cooperate next time." ”

"I'm so embarrassed." Han Feiyu was also smiling.

Seeing this scene, Ding Yun was slightly stunned, it seemed that he had done too much. Obviously, Xin Yu's manuscript was directly rejected by Han Feiyu.

"Brother Yu, the writer you told me this morning turned out to be Xin Yu!" Ding Yun deliberately pretended not to know, "I thought it was a great writer, but I didn't expect it to be a street hit who had been writing a book for three years." ”

Han Feiyu has been in the literary circle for 20 years, and the fact that he was able to establish Jiutian Publishing House is enough to prove his ability.

However, now that major publishing houses are rising, the pressure of competition is increasing, and Han Feiyu has always adhered to his own style of publishing house and refused to cater to the needs of readers in the current society, which has caused the publishing house to be unable to operate and has to change hands.

Just before, when Han Feiyu got Xin Yu's submission, he was attracted by the story described by Xin Yu. The title of this book is Qin Shi Mingyue, and it uses historical figures, but the story is original. Based on reality and structuring a martial arts scene of the Qin Dynasty, the wonderful story is intertwined with love and hatred, swords and swords, and the plot of the novel is full of ups and downs, and it is sharp everywhere.

Han Feiyu, who has always had a vicious eye, was not only attracted by his storyline when he finished reading Xin Yu's 100,000 words, but also conquered by his writing. It is no exaggeration to say that Xin Yu's writing is comparable to some of them.

Just when Han Feiyu wanted to sign the book, Xin Yu's conditions made Han Feiyu unacceptable for a while, so this cooperation ended in regret.

At this moment, Ding Yun came in.

Xin Yu glanced at Ding Yun and asked, "Editor Han, the new boss you are talking about can't be this guy who has not read other people's articles and makes conclusions casually, right?" ”

The corners of Han Feiyu's eyes twitched, he had already left an excellent impression on Xin Yu, but he didn't expect Ding Yun's appearance to break all this.

Although Xin Yu's novel is very novel and cannot be accepted for the time being, once accepted, he will definitely become brilliant with this novel.

Han Feiyu's vision will not be wrong, in the years in the literary circle, he is not a fool.

Idiot!

Han Feiyu scolded in his heart, this Ding Yun is not enough to succeed, and he is more than defeated.

However, Ding Yun still felt good about himself, in his eyes, Xin Yu was directly rejected by Han Feiyu, "Brother Yu is worthy of being an expert, how can this kind of little shrimp get into Brother Yu's eyes." ”

Xin Yu shook his head and looked at Han Feiyu, "Editor Han, I hope you will carefully consider your decision. ”

"What else to be cautious about? They've all rejected you! , you scum who can't write novels at all! Xu Wan told me that you have achieved nothing in the past three years, which is enough to prove that you have no talent. Sometimes, talent can't be compensated for no matter how hard you try. Ding Yun had an arrogant face, "Aren't you very rich?" Spend your own money on your own novels! I spent my own money to get a publishing house to publish my own book, why should I come to my small Nine Days Publishing House to submit articles? ”

Ding Yun originally wanted to provoke and suppress Xin Yu with these words, but unexpectedly aroused Han Feiyu's dissatisfaction, and the seemingly Sven editor's forehead was bruised.

"Your name is Ding Yun...... "That's right, I don't care what your current boyfriend does you care about, I just don't care about you, Xin Yu said, "The affairs of the literary circle, how can a layman like you understand?" You keep saying that writing fiction requires talent? Yes, I, Xin Yu, have achieved nothing in the past three years and have no talent, but I have been working hard all the time, sharpening my sword for three years, and writing this novel. ”

"What about this novel? Hehe, wasn't he still rejected by Brother Yu! Lucky raised his eyebrows, he is really happy now, he finally suppressed Xin Yu, and finally suppressed this ex-boyfriend! During this time, I finally vented my displeasure with Xin Yu.

"Hey, hey, please make it clear, it's not that Editor Han rejected me, but that I rejected Editor Han." Xin Yu confessed.

"What?" Ding Yun's expression changed suddenly, and he glared at Han Feiyu.

"Editor Han wanted to buy the copyright of my book for 100,000 yuan, but I refused." Copyright is a good thing, and Xin Yu will never sell it. He would rather have a lower manuscript fee, but the copyright must be in his own hands. Because in addition to this first part, he has seven more that are eager to try.

Not only that, in the future, once the animation industry is developed, Qin Shi Mingyue will inevitably be made into animation, and that will be when Qin Shi Mingyue is on fire!

Maybe Han Feiyu didn't think about it so much, he just felt that Xin Yu wrote well and the novel could sell well.

"100,000 yuan! Brother Yu, are you crazy? Ding Yun roared, his voice affecting the outside of the office, "Where did you get the money?" Isn't it me yet? Let me tell you, Jiutian Publishing House is just one of the publishing houses that our Dingjia Real Estate has entered the cultural circle and acquired, so don't be too good at asserting! ”

The smell of gunpowder is full, and it is no longer a friction between Ding Yun and Xin Yu, but a conflict of real interests between him and Han Feiyu.

Han Feiyu slowly took off his glasses, his eyes instantly became cold, "Before my publishing house has not sold it, it is still me Han Feiyu who says it!" Who are you to dictate to me? Layman, go back to where you came from! Now, I'd rather close the Nine Days Press than sell it to you! Take your contract with you, get out! ”