MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 31 Start reading

Lan Ning was said to have been stunned by the words of Confucianism. She did not stay in his house for a long time and hurried out. When she got home, Qufu kept her posture when she was walking, sitting in the chair and motionless.

Lan Ning changed her shoes and said to her: "Don't sit, get up and move."

Qufu slowly turned his head and looked at her and asked, "Lan Ning, what is your relationship with the teacher?"

"What is the relationship? It is the editor and the author."

"Oh..." How did she look at it? She stretched out and stood up from the chair, faintly said: "It seems that Ye Cheng brother is not playing."

"What are you talking about?" Lan Ning looked at her inexplicably, and saw her go back, frowning. "You have to go back to the house? Not letting you move." Lazy like this, She should not be Taurus.

Qufu sighed: "I am in a bad mood, I don't want to move."

"what happened to you?"

"I lost love."

Lan Ning: "..."

Not very understanding of young people.

Qufu stood at the door of his room and looked back at Lan Ning: "I guess the teacher is a very famous writer? If you buy a house and buy a house, the income will definitely be considerable."

"Oh, um..."

"Isn't that a lucky teacher?!"

Lan Ning: "..."

Qufu looked at her in surprise. "Is it really a lucky teacher? I saw your Weibo before, and said that he has submitted the manuscript." This Weibo was widely reprinted online, and even I have not paid attention to it. Lan Ning's, she saw it on the front page.

"I didn't expect the teacher to be so handsome! If he printed his photo on the book, the sales would definitely double!"

Lan Ning warned her: "Without the permission of the teacher, you can't reveal his personal information, and you can't send it online."

"Don't worry, I still know this common sense." Qufu squatted twice in the same place. "Ah, I like the book of the fortunate teacher! Wu Haochao!"

Hey, Ye Cheng brother, there is such a strong opponent, I can only help you here.

After Qufu returned to the room, Lan Ning also returned to his bedroom. She strolled around the Internet for a while, and suddenly remembered what Qufu had just said, and she was a bit curious about the income of the teacher. She searched the domestic writers' rich list and found the ranking of last year. Fortunately, the teacher is ranked third, and the royalty income is 21,000.

"Cough." Lan Ning was stunned by himself and coughed twice.

God is too unfair, why a person who is so lazy like a lucky teacher can earn so much money, and her small editor who works diligently can only hold a meager salary every month!

She boarded the penguin with indignation and complained with Dai Qing.

Dai Qing: You are less unbalanced. What you see is the writer at the top of the pyramid, and how many little authors who are starved to death have not seen it.

Laning: =. = Are you talking about you?

Dai Qing:............[Goodbye]

Dai Qing: Like the Xingxin teacher, who is a big red and purple at the age of 17 is considered to be the ancestor of the ancestors. If you don’t have this kind of talent, you can either write with your life or write a life and scream, and then reincarnate.

Lan Ning: "..."

She fell heavily on the bed and stared at the ceiling to meditate. She has seen many authors in recent years, most of them are unknown, and many of them disappear because of persistence. Like the teacher of Fortunately, the debut of the debut is very rare in the entire literary world.

Maybe it’s really like Dai Qing’s saying, this is the ancestral master’s meal.

She rolled around on the quilt and bounced and tweeted.

Cauliflower v: Heavenly rewards! ! Writers to cheer on it, there will always be a return to the pen!

This Weibo came down with a lot of comments and comments from the author, and then Laning received a new private letter.

Fortunately: The blood of the big night, it really is to eat more support, right?

Lan Ning: "..."

Cauliflower: How do people like you standing at the top of the pyramid know how hard it is to be a small author under pressure!

Fortunately: Oh, I really don't understand, after all, my first novel is red. :)

Lan Ning: "..."

Sometimes I really want to kill him!

Cauliflower: [Goodbye]

After she finished this article, she quit microblogging and shuts down to sleep.

The next week is still preparing a new book for the fortunate teacher, and the tail of March will soon pass. In April, the days of magazine listings are approaching, and the editorial office is almost busy flying.

It was not until the magazine went down to the print floor that the entire editorial department took a sigh of relief.

Lan Ning's tone was very small, because she had a new book for the teacher's heart, and the cover of the painter had not been handed over. She had to remind her once a day. On the day when the magazine was listed, the painter handed in the first draft.

Lan Ning first poked the Confucian language and showed him the first draft of the cover: "Teacher, the painter has finally delivered the manuscript! t^t This is the first draft. Do you see if there is any dissatisfaction?"

Fortunately: Not bad.

Cauliflower: ok. The hand is handed over to the details, I will give it to the design, and the cover will be done this month.

Fortunately: Well.

Cauliflower: And I want to help you make a small interview on the inside page. Can you see it?

Fortunately: Is it another interview?

Cauliflower: The more relaxed one, when it is a small theater!

Fortunately: What is the relationship between husband and wife?

Lan Ning: "..."

Teacher, what books are you reading?

Cauliflower: When are you free? o(n_n)o~

Fortunately: Tonight.

Cauliflower: ... I don't go to work at night.

Fortunately, the interview is better face to face, you come directly to my house.

Cauliflower:......:)

Cauliflower: Ok.

She went to send a microblog, collected questions from everyone, and got a positive response. Before she got off work, she printed the question and sent a message confirming the Confucian language: "Are you at home? I am coming now."

Fortunately: In.

Lan Ning is planning to withdraw from the penguin, and he saw a message from the blue sky to himself: "Editing, I saw the magazine listed ~\(≧▽≦)/~ So nervous and excited~"

Cauliflower::)

The sky is like a wash: and I saw that the name I wrote and edited was written together, so shameful (*/w\*)

Lan Ning: "..."

Cauliflower: We will collect feedback from readers' questionnaires. The most popular short article in the current magazine has another reward for the manuscript.

The blue sky is like a wash: w (Д) w You said that I am more nervous.

Cauliflower: [smirking]

Cauliflower: I am off work here, go back and talk.

The blue sky is like a wash: good 哒~ edited to work happily~

Lan Ning thinks she is not happy at all, she has to go to the fortunate teacher's home to work overtime.

When she left the company, she was preparing to go downstairs to buy food. When I came back, I passed a bookstore. Just outside the latest issue of Mistri, I thought about Confucianism and went up to buy a home.

When he got home, he was not busy cooking, but he opened the magazine and looked at it. There are many writers he is familiar with in the catalogue of magazines, and of course, there are also newcomers.

For example, this is like a blue sky, "Prayer."

He gently rubbed his eyebrows and turned to the page indicated by the catalogue. It took five minutes to read the short story.

The story is not bad, the plot is very exciting, and the feelings are very delicate. It is a very promising newcomer that has rarely been met in recent years.

It seems that Lan Ning appreciates this peanut, and it is not unreasonable.

However, after reading this short story, he knew that the other party must also read his novel. Some of the details of the processing techniques and techniques are very similar to him, perhaps not deliberately imitated, but it is even worse.

He went to the table and turned on the computer. He searched the microblog for a blue sky and washed it. He was really found out by him. I clicked into the front page of the other party to confirm it. After confirming that the blue sky he was looking for, he sent a private message to the other party: "Hello, I am the author of "Mistral". I saw it in the magazine today. Your short story, I feel very good, I want to know you. I have a group of authors, I don't know if you would like to add them?"

When Ye Cheng saw this private letter, it was almost three minutes. He poked and poked the person who sent himself a private letter, confirming that his Weibo was a well-recognized well-known reasoning writer with v, and then shouted in the bedroom.

"What are you crazy about!" The roommate Jian Jian, who was playing the game, trembled and almost didn't hack his teammates. Ye Cheng did not care for him, and responded with a very excited heart to the fortunate private letter.

The blue sky is like a wash: the sky is awkward! Really a lucky teacher! I am like dreaming! No, I have to calm down first!

Blue sky: Teacher, I am your super fan! I started to read your novels when I was in high school. I am now in my junior year!

Confucian language: "..."

What does he want to explain?

Fortunately: Thank you. I will send you the group number of the author group, and add it if you wish.

Blue sky wash: willing to be willing! Ten thousand willing!

The corner of the Confucian language jumped and sent the group number to him. After Ye Cheng received the group number, he quickly searched the group and applied for joining. For fear of being late, the teacher would regret it.

After ordering the request, he waited nervously for two seconds and then received a message from the other party's application.

Nineteen: Who?

Fortunately: a new author.

Blue sky wash: Hello everyone, I am blue sky! \(^o^)/~

Cloud light: Is this small fresh meat not the same as me in the same issue? I read the author's introduction and wrote it on the third year!

Mubai: ... Fortunately, more and more people are sick, and even the newcomers are not let go.

The blue sky is like a wash: Scorpio! A lot bigger! t^t

The blue sky is like a wash: I am just like a dream, I am moved to cry! QAQ

Ye Cheng feels that he is in heaven. Fortunately, this group of teachers not only has the author of Mistri, but also many other magazine authors, and the authors here are not all mystery novels, but also write romance and write. Fairy tale, writing adventure novels...

This simply covers the top domestic writers!

Ye Cheng was so excited that his tears would fall. He called Laning and called her excitedly. "Editor, I am pleased to pull me into his author group!!!"

Lan Ning: "..............."

Why did she hear this bad news when she took the subway!

"Don't you tell you to stay away from him!" Lan Ning angrily wanted to demolish the subway. "What is the name of the group?"

"Have you drafted it today?"

"..." Lan Ning took a deep breath and said to him with a smile. "Can you retreat the group?"

"Why?!" It’s hard to retreat and add it!

Lan Ning is heartbroken: "The black ink is dark!"

"Where is the teacher, he is Zhu!"

Lan Ning nodded: "Yes, he is a pig!"

Ye Cheng: "..."

He hadn't hanged up yet, and he saw him in the group. "You must follow the rules of the group."

"What group rules?"

"The first article of the group rules, drag draft."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Ok?