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

"If the next issue still gets good reviews, I'll sign you up for a special contract, and you can start a long series."

"Serialization?"

"Yes, don't you have any ideas in this regard?"

"That's not the case. It's just quite sudden."

Lu Qingfeng scratched his temples.

"You've gone two or three years down the road for other writers."

Yang Xiuxiu chuckled.

Magazine serialization is a prerequisite for article publication.

It is not uncommon for a book to be written and sent to a publishing house, where the publishing house is amazed by its quality and immediately pays the author high royalties before printing and marketing it.

But these are the treatments only enjoyed by famous writers. Newcomers, just forget about it.

Publishing books is also a risky business activity. If no one buys the printed books, they can only be used as toilet paper.

The works of most writers are first serialized in magazines, and only after they have gained a certain level of popularity will publishers consider publishing them.

This is the case with Yu Hua's "To Live" and Liu Cixin's "The Three-Body Problem".

"Then you can now think about the serialized story."

"Ok."

Lu Qingfeng scratched his hair again.

Yang Xiuxiu noticed it and asked him.

"Do you have time tomorrow? I'll go get your hair cut with you, and buy you some clothes and shoes. It's going to get hot soon, and you can't keep wearing this."

Lu Qingfeng also felt uncomfortable with his messy hair, but he had no money.

"I have an appointment tomorrow, so I'll wait a couple of days. The school applied for a scholarship for me, and there's also a 10,000 yuan reward from the police station. I'll deal with it once the money arrives."

Lu Qingfeng didn't lie. He was going to Tianyin Musical Instruments Store to learn violin tomorrow.

……

When Lu Qingfeng woke up early the next morning, he received another piece of good news.

The Nine-tailed Fox inheritance deep in the consciousness has changed again.

I guess the interview report has been released and has attracted people's attention.

I forgot to check it on Sister Xiuxiu’s computer yesterday.

I don’t know what kind of talent this time will bring me.

Lu Qingfeng was looking forward to it.

He was in a very good mood early in the morning. Humming a tuneless little song, he made himself two boiled eggs, a box of milk, a small plate of braised beef, and an apple.

Nutritious and healthy, but it's a pity there are no vegetables.

Because vegetables are not resistant to storage.

"I still have eight dollars left. I have to hold on until the next payment arrives. I need to reduce my diet a bit."

Lu Qingfeng calculated the food storage capacity and thought there shouldn't be any big problems.

After breakfast and a short rest, he went out with his violin.

Around nine o'clock, we arrived at the entrance of Tianyin Musical Instruments Store.

The boss, Xu Kejia, was sitting at the table, not knowing what he was doing.

"Good morning, Sister Kejia."

He greeted politely.

Xu Kejia was in a bad mood because his income this month was less but his expenses were more.

Why did it increase? After careful calculation, it turned out that she ordered too much spicy hot pot takeout this month.

Malatang is really expensive, but it’s really delicious.

She was feeling a little depressed, and when she heard the voice, she turned around and saw the high school student who had bought the violin at a low price.

I am still a little confused. If the violin that was sold at a low price was sold at a normal price, how many bowls of spicy hot pot could I make?

Just as she was about to respond angrily, she met Lu Qingfeng's eyes.

A feeling of happiness and joy was expressed silently, allowing people to feel the mood of the owner of the eyes at the moment. The strange infectiousness made her feel better involuntarily.

"Good morning, fox-eyed boy."

Lu Qingfeng was stunned and touched his eyes.

"Sister Kejia, why do you call me like that?"

"Isn't it similar?"

Xu Kejia felt a little proud, as if he was back in his student days, giving nicknames to his classmates.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about these details, come with me, the teacher is waiting."

As he said that, he took him to the second floor.

This is a large space, and there are quite a few people here, including four or five young children learning violin.

The younger one is five or six years old, and the older one is about ten years old, and they are all accompanied by their parents.