Martial Arts Magazine Building, Sky Garden on the top floor.

Although Yingshuai is the second time to come, although the landscape of the garden has not changed, but the last time he came was in the afternoon, this time it was in the morning, the angle of the sun is different, and the garden has actually undergone another change, which is really ingenious, and Yingshuai has some new understanding of Zhu Lao's strength.

"Old Zhu, please take a look!" Ying Shuai handed over the first three times of "Shooting the Condor" that he had printed.

Looking at Zhu Lao, Yingshuai took a sip of tea, it was still a big red robe, but it was just a top tea that could be seen on the market, but think about it, how can I drink the tea of the ancestral tree of the big red robe every time I come, I heard that this ancestral tree can only produce dozens of catties of tea a year.

"The Qiantang River is mighty and the river is endlessly bypassing the edge of Niujia Village in Lin'an day and night, and flows into the sea in the east. There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row on the riverside, the leaves are as red as fire, it is the time of August. ”

"The writing is solid. Zhu Lao looked at the beginning and just nodded slightly, "Hey, the descendants of Liangshan heroes and Yang Zaixing, it's a bit interesting, it's like a historical novel, nonsense! Martial arts can still be combined with real history to write?"

There is no "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness" in this time and space, so some common martial arts routines in the original time and space did not appear in this time and space, and the martial arts in this time and space are nothing more than some enmities and hatreds in the rivers and lakes, as for the four famous novels such as "Water Margin", how can anyone regard it as martial arts.

So when Zhu Lao saw the way of writing that integrated the novel into history, his first reaction was disdain.

By the time Zhu Lao saw Qu San appear, he had slowly turned from disdain to surprise, and a strange man seemed to have walked out of the book.

When Qiu Chuji appeared, he talked about such a big thing as a traitor with a blade like playing, and the strange people that Zhu Lao encountered on the battlefield of fighting against Japanese people in the past seemed to be fused with the image of Qiu Chuji in the book.

Syllable!

"Good! wonderful!" Zhu Lao couldn't help but applaud while reading the book, and he almost knocked over the teacup without noticing.

Suddenly, he threw the book on the table, pointed at Yingshuai and scolded: "You little bastard, how dare you write two such heroes to death!"

Yingshuai looked innocent, and said secretly in his heart: "Old man, is this a novel!"

It turned out that he had read the plot of Yan Honglie's assassination of Yang Tiexin's two brothers, but Old Zhu sighed, grabbed the book and read it again.

Yingshuai was drinking tea and eating snacks on the side, but his stomach was rumbling uncontrollably, and he raised his wrist to look at his watch, and three hours had passed.

Zhu Lao was still immersed in the book, and Yingshuai coughed, wanting to remind him that it was not too early.

"Cough what, know you're hungry. Zhu Lao glared at him and continued to look down at the book, but he said, "Prepare the meal quickly, and bring the bottle of Jintai wine that I have treasured for thirty years." ”

The front desk lady standing at the entrance of the elevator agreed, went down, and after a while, a table of food was delivered.

Old man Zhu didn't lift it, just grabbed the wine and poured himself a glass, the handsome could smell the strange fragrance across the table, and the words national wine on the Jintai wine bottle were handwritten, and the bottle looked like it was some years old.

Legend has it that this batch of liquor was made from ancestral liquor that had been stored for hundreds of years, and a few years ago, a bottle was auctioned, and less than half of the wine was left in the bottle, and it was auctioned for a high price of more than 700,000 yuan. Ying Shuai thought that the alcohol addiction was also a little up, and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Good wine, good book! The old man took a sip of dry wine, glanced at Yingshuai again, and said, "I want to drink it myself." ”

Yingshuai didn't care about the old man when he heard it, grabbed the bottle and poured a glass, and ate a mouthful of wine and food.

Zhu Lao still looked down at the book, didn't eat vegetables, just drank.

"Hey, why it's gone!" he carried the bottle and poured it for a long time before dropping a few drops, only to find that the wine was gone, and what made him even more anxious was that the book was gone, so Yingshuai took it three times, and no matter how slow he looked, he finished reading it in four or five hours.

He asked Yingshuai, "What about the back?"

Ying Shuai didn't answer, but asked: "Old Zhu, how can this book still enter your old eyes?"

"What are you talking about, the website belongs to you, hurry up and give me the one behind, I'm in a hurry. Zhu Lao said anxiously.

"Ahem, I'm thirsty when I'm done eating. Yingshuai said with a smile.

"Drink tea when you're thirsty!" Zhu Lao looked at Yingshuai's evil smile and suddenly understood.

"Xiao Zhao takes my big red robe, and wants a real big red robe. He gritted his teeth and said, still feeling distressed after speaking.

"Since you like it, Zhu Lao, this book belongs to you, and the price is that the website belongs to me. Ying Shuai drank the five-colored red robe and said with a smile.

"No," Zhu Lao said solemnly, "This book will definitely be a hit, and I won't take advantage of you, if you take this book as a shareholder, I will give you a hundred percent of the shares of martial arts magazines, of course, the martial arts website that I said before belongs to you." ”

Ying Shuai knew how valuable the IP of the original space-time condor was, and he didn't think that he had taken advantage of Zhu Lao.

So he smiled and said: "Old Zhu, this book is actually a series, a total of three sets. ”

Zhu Lao pondered for a moment, sighed and said: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, martial arts magazines are just a pastime for me, it's not bad to be able to carry them forward on you, okay, if the series of novels have this level, I will give you forty percent of the share, but all the copyrights belong to the company, including film and television but not limited to film and television, and you are responsible for being the director." ”

Ying Shuai smiled slightly, and said secretly, sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, so he discovered the greatest value of this book after a while, and tied himself to the chariot by the way, but he did not suffer a loss, and invested in physical publishing, and also improved the layout of the IP industry chain.

So he smiled and said: "Then thank you Zhu Lao, so that I won't take advantage of you, and I will leave you 20% of the shares on the website." ”

"Okay, give me the book in the back!" said Zhu Lao.

Ying Shuai smiled and took out a thick stack of printed documents, Zhu Lao grabbed it, waved his hand and said to Ying Shuai: "Okay, after talking, you can go, you can contact the boss of the martial arts magazine later, don't hinder me from reading." ”

Yingshuai's nose was crooked, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, I didn't drink enough of the five-colored red robe, and I was about to leave for a cup, but the old man put away the pot, and the tea was even more dead.

"Okay! Count you ruthless! Forget these three books, when I Lu Xiaofeng finishes writing, don't beg me. Ying Shuai smiled, walked towards the elevator, and suddenly said at the elevator entrance, "The night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City." A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky. ”

"What kind of book is this, and how it makes my blood boil when I hear it. Just a few lines of poetry came out of Yingshuai's mouth, but Zhu Lao heard a different taste.

He hurriedly shouted: "Don't go, Yingshuai! stay and drink tea, drink good tea!"