After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

"Whatever genre you choose, you can continue to let us publish it at Mengya."

Cao Youyou became more excited. The previous problems were not the main issue. The main goal was to finish this novel that she had not even started writing.

"I can make the decision and give you an advance on royalties."

The advance royalties in the industry are prepared for popular writers. The publishing house will give the first print royalties to the author before the author has even written the manuscript to prevent others from competing with him.

Books by popular authors are also easy to sell.

However, this will cause a problem, that is, the author delays submitting the manuscript, and the editor-in-charge will chase after him to urge him to submit the manuscript.

Especially for long serialized novels, the editor would like to lock the writer in a small dark room and make him write non-stop for 24 hours.

Jin Yong and Gu Long both encountered this situation in the early days. Because they had something to do, they could not guarantee serialization and had to find someone to write for them. Anyone who knows a little about this knows this.

Now that he has two works with guaranteed quality and high market recognition as a foundation, Lu Qingfeng is also qualified.

But facing Cao Youyou's earnest eyes, he still shook his head.

"This book is more for children and not suitable for 'Germination'."

Cao Youyou seemed regretful, but didn't say anything else.

She also knew that Lu Qingfeng had a special relationship with Children's Literature. After all, they had known each other since childhood, and the subject matter was suitable, which other magazines could not earn.

"Okay, but don't forget about us. Give us priority if there are any suitable manuscripts."

She said it in a joking tone between friends.

At a time when physical books are in decline, it is very rare to find writers who can guarantee sales. Moreover, Lu Qingfeng is still so young. Judging from his career as a writer, he can guarantee a vigorous creative peak period for the next 20 to 30 years.

Moreover, judging from the types of works he has shown so far, he is a rare all-rounder.

Serious literature can produce classics like "Mountain Moon Records" that people can savor over and over again, not to mention popular literature, which dabbles in fairy tales, science fiction, mystery, and youth, and can produce excellent works.

If we don't hold on to writers like this, won't our performance be poor?

Although Lu Qingfeng still had a novel contract with the magazine, Cao Youyou would never bring up such a thing at this time.

She could see that Lu Qingfeng was a person who valued feelings very much.

This can be seen in the fact that he can recognize a fan from long ago, or that he created a story specifically for a girl he has never met, or that he can be seen in Yang Xiuxiu who sits at the same table with him.

Perhaps he himself does not know that while he longs for others' love, he is also repaying others with his actions.

And this personality may be related to his previous experiences.

Therefore, Cao Youyou wanted to be friends with him rather than have a working relationship with him.

"of course."

Lu Qingfeng responded with a smile.

"Tell this news to Mr. Qian, he will definitely be very happy."

Yang Xiuxiu took the beer glass in front of him and poured him a glass of orange juice.

Lu Qingfeng thought of the dandelion man and couldn't help but smile.

After Yang Xiuxiu left, Lao Qian took over as his editor-in-chief. In addition to normal manuscript exchanges, he would occasionally send him some books that Lao Qian was reading recently.

Either positive comments or complaints.

Lu Qingfeng sometimes felt like he was pointing at himself.

But it wasn't that kind of sarcastic tone, it was more like the kind of implicit advice that worried that he would become arrogant after achieving some success, and afraid that the tragedy of Shang Zhongyong would happen to him.

Therefore, Lu Qingfeng didn't feel annoyed at all.

“What kind of story does this book want to tell?”

Cao Youyou asked.

Lu Qingfeng thought for a moment and said

"About death and regret."

"die?"

"Pity?"

These two nouns are very common in literary works, but they seem to become rare when associated with children.

The two women who worked as editors thought of the deaf-mute girl and felt that this might be a very heartwarming story.

……

After the book signing session, Lu Qingfeng returned to Peking University to continue his studies, while Yang Xiuxiu still had things to do.

October is coming to an end, and the third round of the Creation Awards held by "Years of Reasoning" is also coming to an end, and the final evaluation is about to follow.

In November, people from Fuso's "Novel Gems" will also come to make the final selection for the grand prize.

As long as "Astrology Murder Magic" stands out, it will enter the Fuso market.

Many things need to be discussed with someone. There are many differences between the publishing industry in Japan and that in China. "Years of Reasoning" and "Novel Gem" have cooperated for so many years. Although many things are clear,

But "Years of Reasoning" does not represent him personally, so Yang Xiuxiu still needs to do some understanding first.

However, whether you can win the grand prize in the end, it is always a good idea to do the preparation work in advance.

There is a sense of disconnection between campus life and the outside world. Lu Qingfeng, who had just experienced the popularity outside, felt a sense of being ignored after returning to Peking University.

It’s not that no one is paying attention at school, but there really aren’t such intense emotional expressions around.

After the news of the book signing event spread online, he also received congratulations from his teachers and classmates, but they were all very reserved.

However, this kind of atmosphere also has its advantages. It allows him to calm down and think, and do what he should do according to plan.

After a long class on Tuesday, Lu Qingfeng returned to the dormitory and sat at his desk.

In addition to the computer, there are some open books and notebooks on the table, which looks a little messy.

He tidied up briefly, placed two philosophy books about death on the upper shelf, and then opened his notebook.

It is densely packed with his story outlines and novel themes.

This is what he has been doing since he came back from the Magic City.

In fact, he no longer needs to do such things, and no one will doubt that these stories were not written by him.

But Lu Qingfeng still retained the habit of handwriting outlines.

Although the stories were not written by him, he read these classic works from his previous lives in his mind and then extracted the main ideas and story outlines from them by handwriting.

He himself also has a deep understanding of these works.

Instead of just copying the book.

When other people asked him about it, he stammered and couldn't say anything.

Lu Qingfeng has always paid great attention to this aspect.

Because the story I want to write is not long, I spent two days to get it all out, and I plan to finish it before the end of October.

He is a man who keeps his promises, especially when he made a promise in front of so many people.

Sit at the desk, turn on the computer, and start typing with concentration.

Immersed in this matter, time passed by unknowingly. I didn't know how long it had been before the dormitory door was pushed open and Guo Hao and the other two walked in.

Wu Yongfei placed the lunch he brought on Lu Qingfeng's desk.

"Writing? You're not really going to use the story between Julie and me as material, are you?"

Fei Ge leaned over to look at the computer screen.

"No, brother, you just started writing. I've already submitted my manuscript."

Zhang Jingyi was taking off his clothes, and when he heard this, he squeezed over to his side.

"what?"

Lu Qingfeng came back to his senses and was confused at first, but then he understood what they were talking about and immediately exclaimed "Ah!"

He forgot about the Nine Schools Alliance.