On Sunday night, Tang Mingyao walked out of the airport and returned to his dormitory tired.

The three signing sessions promised to the publishing house this time were finally completed, and he flew back and forth twice, and wrote thousands of names during the signing, so tired that after he returned to the dormitory, he lay down and fell asleep directly, and only got up the next day to recover a little blood.

I thought in my heart that I would never agree to the publishing house to hold a signing meeting in the future, it was too torturous.

During the morning break, he received a call from Yang Bing, congratulating him on the good results of his adapted comics.

Tang Mingyao was not surprised by how the other party knew the sales results, smiled and said thank you, and asked about the specific sales situation, and was really surprised to learn that it was sold out in just a few days.

But after he heard Yang Bing talk about the circulation of "Juvenile Comics", he was relieved.

The sales of more than 100,000 people, even if they are out of stock, are just like that, and when they are not serialized by his Xianxia, they are more than a fraction of the release of "Ancient Legends".

He is not familiar with the animation industry, he has only seen some Japanese comics in his previous life, and he only knows that the domestic animation industry has been very depressed, but there is no concept of the specific extent of the depression.

hung up the phone, turned his head and saw He Ning coming to the classroom with a book.

The next class is her Introduction to Psychology.

"Tang Mingyao, come here, your book teacher has finished reading it, I have time to go to him today and get your manuscript back."

"Okay, thank you, senior sister."

After lunch, Tang Mingyao wandered to Professor Yu's house.

Knocking on the door and entering the room, the old professor wore reading glasses, returned his printed manuscript to him, and said, "The writing is good, the subject is very good, and it is very meaningful." ”

Then he took out a piece of letter paper full of pen letters.

"The old man saw it and felt it, wrote something for you, keep it, don't blame me for relying on the old and selling the old."

Tang Mingyao took a look, and it was actually a preface.

He was slightly surprised, his mind was racing, and he quickly figured out what was going on.

Before, Senior Sister He Ning took the initiative to recommend his book in front of the professor, and at that time he thought it was for the old professor to take a look, a little happy and surprised, but he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that if Professor Yu could comment a few words after reading it, and say a few words of praise in person, it would be a good thing.

Later, when he brought the printout, Professor Yu said that "if he doesn't write well, he will curse", he was actually quite surprised, and when he saw this preface, he finally understood the meaning of that sentence.

Before the relationship, He Ning and Professor Yu both knew what they were doing, but he didn't understand it.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Tang Mingyao sincerely expressed his gratitude.

This preface is so useful, with it, his book has the support of the bigwigs, instead of relying only on the quality of his own work to win the world as before.

It felt like there was a big backstage all of a sudden.

And after publication, if some red-eyed people want to find fault with the work, they will also weigh the weight of this preface, which is simply an invisible talisman.

"You don't have to thank me, I wrote this thing after reading the book from the beginning and seeing that you really wrote well. If you can't write, don't even think about taking a word out of me. Professor Yu said with a nonchalant smile.

That's true, but with the status of a professor, to be able to write a preface to a student for him is a great favor.

Tang Mingyao felt that it would be impossible to pay it off for a while.

After a long period of thanks, he took the book out of the house, ready to go back and think about his next plan.

"Wait!"

Professor Yu shouted behind him.

"Is there anything else going on with the teacher?"

"You are publishing this book with it, is there a good publishing house to talk about?"

Tang Mingyao pondered and said: "There have been two families who have cooperated before, and the relationship is not bad, but this book is not the same type as what was written before, I don't know if they will accept it, I need to go back and talk about it." ”

Professor Yu beckoned and called him back: "The publishing houses outside are all slaughtering people, in order to make money, squeeze authors, and eat ugly. Our school has its own publishing house, so I'll say hello and let them give it to you! ”

Let Tang Mingyao sit on the sofa for a while, and he himself will go to the side to make a phone call on the landline.

After connecting, the old professor said, "Hey, it's me...... You haven't come back to see my old man for a month, and you're so busy? Come back to me now, I'll be looking for you for something! After saying that, he hung up with a bang.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a kind face came in from outside the door.

It was the son of Professor Yu that Tang Mingyao had met at the door of his house when he first came.

As soon as the middle-aged man entered the door, he began to complain: "Dad, what's so urgent?" I'm out to dinner, and your call calls me back, and I have to find someone to make amends when I go back. ”

"As long as you have a lot to do, okay, I also have a business here. Let me introduce to you, this is Tang Mingyao, a student of the psychology department of our school, he wrote a book, I have read it, old man, it is not bad, if you think you can, I will publish it for him. ”

"Really? Then that's the right thing, where is the draft, show me. ”

Tang Mingyao's manuscript was on the table, and the middle-aged man picked it up, and suddenly remembered something: "Tang Mingyao? The name is a little familiar, where have you heard it. ”

But before Tang Mingyao could say anything, he saw the preface on the manuscript, and his eyes couldn't help but widen: "Dad, you personally wrote the preface to the students?" ”

"What's the matter, don't you want my old man to put pen to paper?"

"No, someone came to the door with a gift before, begging you to write it, but you didn't write it, why did you take the initiative to write it this time?"

"I'd love to!"

The middle-aged man shook his head, said no more, and read the manuscript seriously.

But his attitude is much more solemn, because he knows his father's temperament very well, and if it is not a work that he particularly values, he will resolutely refuse to write.

First, because there are too many people who come to him to write recommendations and prefaces, the old people are reluctant to open this opening, otherwise the endless stream of people will not be able to cope with it; The second is that the quality of many works is actually very average, and if you write it, it will ruin your reputation, and you will naturally be even more reluctant to write.

So, since my father started writing this time, it must be something unusual.

Picked up the book, read the beginning, and frowned slightly.

Actually, it is.

Father writes a preface to a book?

But this time he didn't think much about it, but was engrossed in the reading, unconsciously immersed in the book, and completely forgot about the time outside.

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Let me put the book here, I'll take a look at it slowly." ”

Professor Yu said, "Then you can take it back and look at it." ”

"Don't, Dad, I'm here, I'm here for dinner today."

Tang Mingyao still had classes in the afternoon, so he said goodbye, saying that he would come back after reading it here.

In the evening, he received a call from He Ning: "Little junior brother come here, Senior Brother Yu wants to talk to you about publishing." ”