Early on Saturday morning, Yang Jinglun came to visit excitedly, and couldn't wait to announce: "Sir, your anthology publishing house has decided to reprint it!"
He said excitedly: "Those people in newspapers who scold you every day can't sell their own articles, and don't know how they have the face to speak ill of your works?"
Le Jing was stunned for a moment, so fast? He remembered that the first printing of the publishing house was 10,000 copies, and they were all sold out in just a week? In later generations, 10,000 copies may sound like a small amount, but the sales of bestsellers in later generations are all in the millions. But this is the Republic of China where the literacy rate is low and intellectuals exist like giant pandas. It is already a small miracle to be able to sell 10,000 books in a week.
Facing Le Jing's question, Yang Jinglun asked firmly: "Sir, haven't you read the newspaper in recent days?"
Lexingte nodded.
During this time he has been busy with his studies. Li Jingran was already a sophomore in high school when he didn't wear it. Li Jingran's grades in junior high school were not bad, but after entering high school, he made friends carelessly, and couldn't resist the temptation of the world of flamboyance, and quickly degenerated into a playboy full of prostitution, gambling, and drugs. In other words, Li Jingran's entire high school career was just playing around, and he didn't learn anything.
Now that Le Jing is a sophomore in high school, he has to work harder to make up for the missed homework. Not to mention newspapers, he thinks eating is a waste of time now.
So Yang Jinglun laughed and said, "No wonder sir doesn't know. Marshal Xue liked your "Memoirs of a Courtesan" very much. He not only reserved the venue for three consecutive days to invite his subordinates and friends to read it, but he also praised this book in private. Youdao In ancient times, there was a king of Chu who had a thin waist and starved to death in the palace, but now there are Dashuai Xue¡¯s curious books, and the bookstores are out of stock. You, you have taken advantage of Dashuai Xue¡¯s wind!" The words just said After he finished, he realized the ambiguity in his words, and quickly made up for it: "Of course, it's also because your article itself is very good, sir, that's why it sold so well."
In fact, what Yang Jinglun said just now has crossed the line. If the author was a little more noble, he might be upset because of these words. He carefully observed Mr. Li's face, and found that he had a pensive expression, but there was no offended anger on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief, and blamed himself for being too nervous. Mr. Li's mind is extraordinary, how can it be compared to those hypocritical authors who only blindly be noble?
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Yang Jinglun finally mentioned his purpose of coming this time: "Sir, it's been almost a month. Do you have any ideas about the serialization of the new pseudonym?"
Can Le Jing say that he has been immersed in the ocean of knowledge during this period of time, and forgot about it?
There is a saying that it is refreshing to stop updating for a while, and it is always refreshing to keep updating. Since his night watchman pen name was banned, he only needs to write a 3,000-word serial of "Dynasty Rise" every day. Because he has a perfect outline in mind, he only needs to spend more than two hours a day, and the rest of the time he spends on studying and endorsing. Well, he doesn't want to be spanked by Mr. Bai. Not only is it embarrassing, but he earns his living by writing after all, what if his hand is broken?
So in the face of his own editor's reminder, Le Jing showed a confident smile: "I already have an idea, but I still need to think about it. It may take a few days to complete the draft."
?Out of his trust in Lejing's previous poor products, Yang Jinglun immediately believed his words, and with the wonderful expectation of becoming the first reader of Mr.'s new articles in a few days, he returned empty-handed happily.
Le Jing originally wanted to go to the city library to borrow a few books this afternoon, well, he doesn't go anywhere now, just stay in the study and conceive new works.
However, the preciousness of the plan is that it is often changed. In the afternoon, the editor-in-chief of "Peking Fiction News" Wang came to the door. Of course, he did not come empty-handed. He also brought a large package of "gifts" to Le Jing-a hundred or so letters from readers.
"This is a representative letter from readers selected by our editorial department. When is it convenient for you to reply?"
Lejing:
He sighed in his heart, smiled and said, "Okay, I will reply as soon as possible."
"Dynasty Rise" has a wide audience, and readers come from all kinds of people from all walks of life. By consulting their letters, he can briefly glimpse their lives, which is conducive to the accumulation of his writing materials, so he is very willing to open readers' letters of.
[Hello sir, I am a dock worker with little knowledge and little literacy. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes or omissions.
I usually annoy reading books the most, and I get a headache when I read those densely packed words. But since I heard some chapters of "Dynasty Rise" from a teacher on the street one day, I have been completely fascinated by this novel. I have never heard such a wonderful and refreshing story!
In order to see the serialization of "Dynasty Rise" for the first time, Isp; Le Jing doesn't feel that he has made such great achievements, nor does he have the arrogance to think that he can be compared with the sages. He just did what any modern person who has experienced a comfortable life in later generations and enjoyed the influence of freedom and democratic civilization will do, so there is nothing worthy of praise.
But he still felt happy.
It's not because of other people's gratitude for such illusory things, but because his works have achieved good results in fighting against this fucking era.
He even thought a little narcissistically, maybe his tiny efforts at this time can really move the wheel of civilization forward by a few millimeters.
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Originally, this chapter should be written more, but there is a reason why I didn't do it! ! !
When I wrote more than a thousand words, I put a book on the computer keyboard when I was making the bed I was dumbfounded when I finished, and my document of more than a thousand words disappeared! ! ! Damn, I accidentally pressed the book on the delete key! ! !
So angry!
So I had no choice but to choose to rewrite quq
I will try my best to write more tomorrow qwq
And because I was afraid that the protagonist would be called narcissistic, I never mentioned in the main text that Le Jing would choose to change society because he actually has a deep narcissistic tendency. Because he thinks the brilliance of human nature is beautiful, so he subconsciously thinks that he who "as a pioneer and strives to change society" is also beautiful. This is the origin of his inexplicable sense of mission.
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