Lin Quqi regarded it as a treasure and held the manuscript tightly in his arms, he had a feeling that once this book was on the market, it would definitely sell well!

It's just that...... The handwriting is so stinky, and it's even a little unsightly.

Lin Quqi's eyes were complicated again, and he sighed: "Brother Qin, it's time for you to practice this handwriting, but anyone who has been in a private school for two years can't write your ghost drawing." ”

Qin Feng thought to himself, Lao Tzu has done everything, what else do you want to do?

It is impossible to practice words, and it is impossible in this life!

Qin Feng smiled, his face was not red, and his heart did not beat: "I will give you the manuscript, you can just copy it again, with the blessing of Lin Dacai's handwriting, it is difficult to think about this book without being popular." ”

Lin Quqi's handwriting, Qin Feng has seen it, and he is worthy of being a well-known Confucian student in the south of the Yangtze River, and Qin Feng can't practice it in his life.

When Qin Feng's plot and Lin Quqi's handwriting are combined, the price of this book will be higher!

Moreover, Lin Quqi's handwriting is itself an anti-counterfeiting mark.

Knowing Qin Feng's plan, Lin Quqi's eyes lit up, as a Confucian student, the most important thing is naturally a "name" word, if this book can be released, Lin Quqi's name will definitely spread all over the country.

Lin Quqi was ecstatic, his eyes were full of amazement and gratitude.

Qin Feng lay back comfortably on the rattan chair, revealing a wicked smile that had succeeded in his treacherous scheme: "When the time comes, there will be a place for your "Qu Qi" name in the book, as for today's family banquet, ......

Before Qin Feng finished speaking, Lin Quqi stood up excitedly, patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, I'll go down and do it for you!"

After speaking, Lin Quqi ran away with the manuscript, ran two steps, and hurriedly turned around and shouted: "When can you finish writing the rest of the plot?"

Three years, five years? Who knows!

The Internet often has millions of words, even if some plots that do not conform to the national conditions of Daliang are deleted, there are still more than one million words. wWw.YSHU

Moreover, with Qin Feng's profiteer mentality, it is naturally impossible to sell the whole book, and at that time, a book will be split into ten books and become a series of books...... Tut-tut, it's hard to make money or not.

Qin Feng waved his hand at Lin Quqi: "It depends on whether I have time." ”

Hearing this, Lin Quqi immediately understood that if he wanted Qin Feng to finish writing as soon as possible, he had to help him deal with the trivial matters around him.

Finally sent Lin Quqi away, and he could sleep peacefully.

As a result, as soon as Qin Feng closed his eyes, his ears were grabbed fiercely, Qin Feng was startled, and thought that Lao Qin or Xie Yun'er was coming, and sat up with a spirit bullet, but found that Liu Hongyan appeared beside him at some point.

A false alarm.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, covered his ears, and his face was full of flattery: "Second sister, why are you here?"

In order to cope with today's family banquet, Liu Hongyan was very busy, Qin Feng is good, and he is the shopkeeper here!

Liu Hongyan was angry, grabbed Qin Feng's ear with one hand, and pinched Qin Feng's thigh with the other.

Frightened, Qin Feng rolled directly down from the rattan chair and begged for mercy hysterically: "Second sister, spare your life." ”

Liu Hongyan didn't care so much, pinched it down.

In an instant, the entire training ground echoed with Qin Feng's terrible screams.

It's not a pretend!

It hurts to pinch a woman herself, and if she pinchs her inner thigh, it is comparable to the top ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty!