Jiang Yucheng proved two points with his actual actions:
First, life is not just about making up your mind and shouting slogans, you also have to take action and show proof.
Second, the first person who stands up and declares that he trusts you may not necessarily admire your enthusiasm, but just because he is in desperate need of being saved - to put it bluntly, he is "seeking medical help in desperation."
Zhuchuan is a creature standing at the bottom of the pyramid. He raises his head, full of energy, and is about to launch an attack towards the top.
Jiang Yucheng is a creature standing on the shoulders of Zhuchuan. Although he seems to be at a higher level, he is actually in danger and is always afraid of being surpassed and laughed at... After all, he is a little transparent. With a first print run of 4,000 to 5,000, he is obviously still worrying about which brand of pickled vegetables with a better value for money will be for his next meal. But he has to stare at you: Wow, look at that big guy, his book with a first print run of only 200,000 has not been sold out after two years, it's a failure, it's a failure, tut tut tut!
This kind of creature is not new to Chu Li——
Even when Mr. L was writing articles in the forum, occasionally when he wrote an article with less than a hundred replies, there would be unknown creatures posting: there is no future for imitation, and Mr. L finally ushered in his own dead end.
Regarding this kind of creatures, Chu Li only wants to say that she understands their existence, and is also aware that it is these people who will bring invisible pressure to the great authors. Regarding this kind of people, she only wants to say:... Damn, you idiot, it's none of your business!
………………Perhaps the blow of being ruthlessly rejected at this moment was too great, Chu Li's thoughts drifted a little far away, so after receiving the contract returned by Jiang Yucheng, he did not have time to react.
Jiang Yucheng watched Chu Li mechanically put away the contract and said with a smile, "It's really embarrassing to admit this to the fans in person. Isn't it disillusioning?"
Chu Li zipped up the canvas bag and raised her head in confusion: "Huh?"
...Speaking of being disillusioned, there is actually nothing to be disillusioned about. After all, even primary school students know that they will be beaten if their academic performance declines, and they must study hard before the exam. After graduation, life teaches us that if our ability to make money declines, we will feel hungry. If there is a solution as simple as reading a book, then what are you waiting for? Why not get started?
Chu Li: "It's not disillusionment."
Jiang Yucheng: "I am different from Zhuchuan."
Chu Li nodded: "It's different."
Hearing this, Jiang Yucheng's smile faded a little. Chu Li seemed not to notice at this time. He lowered his head, drank a sip of ice water and said to himself, "But is different. What's so strange about that? Teacher Chu Chuan was so angry that he came to publish a book, thinking of using his grades to slap his father in the face. Teacher, you followed the market from the beginning. You are a proud child of heaven and a best-selling author. In the end, everyone is aiming to be famous, and everyone is famous in the end. What's wrong with distinguishing between high and low?"
Jiang Yucheng was stunned.
Chu Li put down the water cup and looked at Jiang Yucheng with a puzzled expression: "If the book can sell, it means it is well written. If the book does not sell well, just make more improvements. Commercial authors are not that bad. They really don't have the slightest desire to write in their hearts. They can't write a best-selling work no matter how hard they try."
Jiang Yucheng: "..."
Chu Li waved his hands, looking like an experienced person: "You were tricked by Teacher Zhuchuan. Do you really think he is more noble than you? Tsk tsk, this guy is best at making the dead look alive. You should talk to him about life and ideals. It's poisonous."
Jiang Yucheng stared at Chu Li for a few seconds. For a moment, he seemed to be looking at some magical creature. After a long time, light suddenly appeared in those eyes that had been bottomless. His eyes softened and he laughed.
I can't wait to record a message and send it to Zhuchuan.
After laughing enough, he took the menu and handed it to Chu Li, telling her to order whatever she wanted, he would treat her. Chu Li did not hesitate to take the menu and ordered a lot of meat - after all, one needs to be full before fighting. Ten days later, "The Divine Book of Luo River" began to be promoted to major booksellers for pre-sale. This was a tough battle that could not be lost, no problem.
…
night.
seven o'clock.
When Chu Li had eaten and drunk his fill, he took out his Bihe notebook and seriously consulted Jiang Yucheng about the experience of physical book sales and promotion, and was ready to force Zhao Chuan to cooperate with him even by pressing his head. In a small building in an upscale residential area in the center of City B, a man was squatting next to a dog bowl, holding a hollowed-out can of dog food, watching the big dog eating dog food mixed with last night's leftovers.
Maybe the man's gaze was too scorching. The dog raised its head and looked at him halfway through eating. Its almond-shaped eyes flashed, and it pushed the dog bowl into its arms with its big paws.
The man reached out and wiped the rice off the dog's nose: "I am hungry, but I am not so depraved as to snatch your leftovers."
He looked down at the large piece of meat mixed with leftover rice and paused: "Although I am a little jealous of you, at least we still have canned food. We don't even have instant noodles at home."
There used to be...
But since someone moved in, he has to eat at a fixed time and place, and he seems to have never bought instant noodles again? Ah, this kind of change that happened without anyone noticing is really scary.
Zhuo Chuan thought about it, took out his mobile phone, and ordered three boxes of instant noodles on Taobao. Then he wanted to order some takeout at the same time. As a result, he entered the takeout APP, spent a long time choosing what to eat, and finally exited the app because of shaking hands: he felt that he had lost by ordering takeout.
But since I had my phone out, I had to do something with it, so I found someone's number and sent a text message: [I've already fed the dog, so what use do I have for you?]
Ten past seven.
Zhaochuan typed for more than an hour and managed to write more than four words. He posted an update on Weibo, and after reading a wave of comments such as "sofa", "I am the sofa", "Ahhh, there is an update", "Sit on the floor first and then read the update", he looked up at the clock. It was 8:30 in the evening.
Er Gouzi pushed open the door, holding the leash in his mouth, and squatted beside him with eager eyes: Time for a walk.
The man sighed, feeling that the familiar rhythm of "single men and dogs" had returned. He stood up, put a leash on the dog, and took the dog out... The combination of handsome men and large dogs is always the super star in the walking place. After accepting the questions of "patting the head and asking what kind of dog this is" from countless little girls on the street, the man stood on the walking bridge that he had to pass every time he took a walk, took out his mobile phone, and typed: [I'm walking away with my dog, what use is there for you. 】
Still no response.
Your phone is out of battery?
Or was he murdered by Jiang Yucheng - one could tell with one's toes that he had torn up the contract that the first print run would not exceed 100,000 and slit his throat to death?
Or maybe it was a chance encounter between a fan and a master, and the two of them were alone at the table, exchanging glances and cherishing each other...
Zhuchuan's eyebrows twitched.
Without hesitation, he took out his phone from his pocket, logged into WeChat, and found the guy named "Jiang Yucheng"——
【Zhuchuan: Are you done? 】
【Zhuchuan: Why does it take so long to get a contract?】
【Zhuchuan: Can you please stop? I'm starving. I haven't eaten yet after finishing the manuscript! Give me back my cooking wife! ! ! ! ! 】
【Hikawa:......No, give it back to me as the editor! ! ! ! 】
[Zhu Chuan: I can't eat unless I give her the manuscript! ]
[Zhuchuan: Do you want to starve me to death? ! ]
The above, six bursts of roars, perfectly reflect the confused mental state of a person who is so hungry that he is in a trance.
The man put away his phone and thought to himself, why not just give up and order some takeout. It's better to lose once in a while than to die of hunger. Only after eating will he have the energy to call her and ask her to find a place to dig a hole and bury him... As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him calling "Teacher", followed by the "click-click" sound of little ducks walking on the green brick road.
Zhuchuan: “…”
Holding Ergou, the man faced the river without any emotion, and he didn't even look back. He thought expressionlessly: This is just hallucination due to hunger.
Until the dog next to him suddenly jumped up from his original "lying position", raised his ears, wagged his tail, and barked at his back "Ah Woo Aah Woo Aah" -
Zhuchuan: “…”
Either the little girl who lived in his attic really came, or he really saw a ghost.
The man turned around expressionlessly, and saw at a glance the little girl carrying a canvas bag running towards him while waving her hand - she was indeed running like a little duck, and under the street lights, her shadow was stretched very long.
Jumping around, very lively.
Although nowadays, middle school students probably don't like to hop and jump around like this.
The man let go of the dog leash and watched the giant Alaskan dog jump out and give Chu Li a big hug.
The man raised the corners of his lips.
He stood there, watching the little girl, who was half a head shorter than him, walking up to him with Ergou. When the familiar smell of sunlight, a faint smell of sweat and almost imperceptible shower gel faintly penetrated his nose, he watched her stop in front of him and said breathlessly, "I was afraid of missing the subway, so I hurriedly finished my meal and asked Teacher Jiang Yucheng for some experience in book sales and promotion and tips on how to deal with physical booksellers. I came back now, and I happened to see you walking here... Teacher, have you eaten? You haven't eaten yet, have you? I saw that you updated your Weibo, you are not writing on an empty stomach, are you——"
A lot of mumbling, along with the evening breeze, came into the man's ears, and the curve of his upturned lips became clearer.
With his head down, he realized that he was actually in a good mood, but he still said, "I was just about to order takeout, and I was starving when I waited for you... I was so happy chatting with the person I had a crush on for a long time, who knew what time you would be back tonight?"
"If I don't come back now, how much can I do? If the subway is not running, how much will it cost to take a taxi?" Chu Li stopped muttering, raised her head and glared at him, "Teacher Jiang Yucheng refused to sign the contract, so he came back after dinner..."
Chu Li paused for a moment, and suddenly thought of someone's dark history that morning. Her face changed, and she grabbed the man's sleeve beside her: "You didn't send a text message to Teacher Jiang Yucheng saying something nonsense, did you?"
Zhuchuan: “…”
There is still something to say about it.
I turned sideways, took out my phone, entered WeChat, and wanted to withdraw the six-hit roar I had sent earlier, but unfortunately I found that the "withdraw" option had disappeared.
Zhuchuan: “……………………”
Silently putting the phone back into his trouser pocket, he lowered his head to look at the girl beside him who was looking at him warily. The man said seriously: "What can I say? I am such a great writer, why would I want to compete with Jiang Yucheng, a has-been, for the editor position? You really think highly of yourself..."
The first ceremony puffed up the cheeks.
Zhuo Chuan took a look, resisted the urge to reach out and poke, twisted his face, frowned, quickened his pace and said impatiently: "Go home quickly and order takeout, I'm starving."
Chu Li could only jog to catch up: "I'm back now, what else did you order? There's beef, carrots and potatoes in the refrigerator. I'll make you some soup..."
"Takeaway, I want takeaway, braised chicken with rice."
"That stuff is heavy in oil and tastes so good. You have a messy schedule and love to eat takeout. Can you live past 30? If you die, who will write for me..."
“…”
When they arrived, there was a man and a dog.
When they left, there was a man, a woman and a dog.
As the three of them walked away side by side...
The little girl's mumbling finally ended with the man's rough action - he didn't listen to a word amid the buzzing noise in his ears, but raised his big hand, climbed up to the back of her head, inserted his fingertips into her soft short hair, and then grabbed her head and pressed it down hard!
Chu Li stumbled forward and raised her head angrily. At the same time, she heard the man beside her lazily say, "Shut up. Let those who don't want to go home dare to talk so much nonsense."
“…I’m doing this for my dream—”
"If you say another line from a movie, you will sleep outside tonight. If you come near my house, I will call the police."
“…”
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