The head of the National Press at Fort Carter was an old man with a white beard, and the secretary led Marin into the office, and the old man with thick black-rimmed glasses motioned for the three to sit down, and then motioned for his secretary to go to the wine cabinet: "What do you want to drink?" ”

"Coffee, put two pieces of sugar." This is Faye's choice.

"Sweet milk." Maya yawned after speaking, the kitten girl was bored all the way, and it seemed that she was going to continue to be bored, and she couldn't enjoy the comfort of being rubbed by her brother's head, and she was about to explode.

"Black tea, put some brandy." Marin felt that he should bring something in the mood, such as ordering a special drink for Mr. Admiral, who had been shot in the leg by an assassin.

"What kind of alcohol do children drink?" Mr. Whitebeard said this—he didn't say it to Marin, but motioned to his secretary to make a cup of black tea, and then glanced at Marin indisputably: "Speaking of which, Mr. Yang Wenli, even if we have already met once, but when I think of the Sherlock Holmes detective book, you and ...... Miss Feletelliga's collaboration is really an incredible thing. ”

The white-bearded old man apparently knew Faye, but in the National Publishing House, only the president could know the author's real name, and all correspondence was usually referred to by the author's pseudonym.

"No, in fact, it was all written by Yang Wenli alone, I just provided some information about the central province." Faye smiled and shook his head.

"By the way, this is ......" Because there was one more little leopard girl than the last time, the old man asked with some curiosity.

"My sister, the prototype of the protagonist's appearance, you just don't care about her." After Ma Lin finished speaking, he took out a stack of manuscript paper from his satchel: "This is the general direction of the plot of the second volume, the third volume and the fourth volume, please take a look." With that, Marin put them on his desk.

The old man took them, flipped them over, and because he looked at them more carefully, he gave Marin the opportunity to drink black tea.

After reading it, the old man put down the manuscript paper in his hand: "You little guys really like to give me an old man a problem." ”

Without saying a word, the secretary pulled out a short-barreled double-barreled shotgun from under her skirt.

Marin had a question mark on his face.

Faye looked at Marin with a question mark on his face.

Maya is addicted to sweet milk and can't help herself.

The old man put a big pen to stop his secretary's rampage: "Dear Cinderella, put away your gun, the child has written a very interesting story, and I am just sighing very normally. ”

The secretary smiled, put away his shotgun, and exited the office.

"I wanted to write a story that would warm the reader's sense that although Miss Jane and Mr. Holmes were of opposite classes and acted in opposite directions, their love was sincere and timeless." As he said this, Marin admitted that he was moved by the love story between the giant girl and the human boy - yes, Marin heard that her father had agreed to his daughter's final plea to be buried with his remains.

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to give the civilian boy a righteous name.

Therefore, this sentence is also felt by Marin.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Yang Wenli, why did you put your two protagonists together?"

Marin smiled and reached out and took the hand that Faye had handed him.

No words, no explanations,

The old man smiled, and no longer asked, but put down the manuscript in his hand: "This interview has passed, we will hand over the manuscript of the second volume to the printing house within three days, and the rest will be left to us, you are now a famous author of Fort Carter, when are you going to hold a signing meeting?"

"There is no such idea yet." Marin smiled and shook his head,

"Oh, why?" The old man looked at Marin with some curiosity and asked.

"Filetliga and I both feel that our lives are very good at the moment and that we don't need to add some uncertainties to each other's lives, especially when our writing is such a big sell."

"I see, if the next time the author brings it up, I'll answer the other person like this." After speaking, the old man glanced at Marin: "Mr. Yang Wenli, although you and Miss Feletliga are still young, as a senior in the publishing industry, I still have to remind you that there are several unwritten rules in the industry. ”

"Speak, please." Marin thinks it's almost the same as keywords.

"First of all, you must not write the name of any evil god in a book, you can't even forge a false god name, only those righteous gods can be written, and you can even call the name of the righteous god." The old man looked at Marin and added, "Do you need me to explain?" ”

Marin thought for a moment, and then replied: "The evil god will be sensed when I call him by his name; The false name of the god will also gather faith because of the fear of mortals, and thus be stolen by unknown evil to steal the newly established priesthood, and the name of the righteous god, as long as the deeds are above board, the gods will not be blamed. ”

"Indeed, it seems that you kid knows something about theology, and combined with the badges you have received, I can't believe that this is what is called genius." The old man sighed.

Faye smiled, and Marin shook his head: "No, Your Excellency, we are all just mortals, I remember that there were sages who said that mortals should have mortal consciousness, not that mortals should accept their weakness and helplessness, but to understand their weaknesses and strengths, Your Excellency, please continue." ”

"Yes, go ahead, and secondly, under no circumstances can the main character in your pen have anything to do with xenomorphs, except killing."

There is no need to think about this anymore, Marin smiled and mentioned the previous one: "When I came, I happened to see a guy who was dragged out because he wrote 'A story about a man who looks normal as a xenomorph because of a brain injury, but looks like a man who is a normal person and falls in love with a xenopath'. ”

"It was supposed to be a good young man, and the love story he wrote was good, but he crossed the line, and I thought he wouldn't be so stupid." The old man mentioned this incident with some regret.

"Everyone feels like they've made no mistake before they're engulfed in traps and rules." Marin replied with a smile.

"You really don't look like a child, however, there is nothing to say, last but not least, the relationship between spirits and humans is somewhat complicated, I personally recommend that if you don't have a spirit pet, then it's better not to write such a plot, because it may mislead children, after all, not all spirits can understand human speech."

"No problem, sir." Marin smiled and nodded yes.

"It's convenient to talk to you kid, okay, little one, I don't have anyone here for dinner, so if you're leaving, you can go now."

Since the old gentleman drove people away, Marin naturally got up and took the girls out of the office.

As he walked out of the room, the old man asked, "Can Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty really come together?" ”

"Yes, because I'm the author." Marin turned, smiled and bowed, and closed the door to his office.