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

"Siam?"

Lu Qingfeng's biggest impression of this Southeast Asian country is transsexuals, elephants, fruits, tourism, and chaos. He doesn't know much about other things, let alone the book market there.

"Well, Black Jade Publishing House. I looked it up. They're quite large in Siam. Besides their own original literature, their main business is translating and proofreading popular novels from here and publishing them in Siam."

"We are also very good at developing novel copyrights. Every year we collaborate with TV stations to adapt several TV series. One of them, called 'The Imperfect Girl,' even generated some buzz on the domestic internet last year."

Yang Xiuxiu handed him her phone and showed him the cooperation invitation in her mailbox, as well as the information about the publishing house that she had looked up.

"I actually know a little bit about the situation in Siam. There's nothing wrong with the Black Jade Publishing House that Xiuxiu mentioned. It's part of the Siamese royal family's business."

Old Qian spoke at this time.

Royal family!

Lu Qingfeng's heart moved, and he remembered Princess Shilin, whom he had met once at the Forbidden City Concert.

I don’t know if this collaboration is because of this princess.

"Editor Qian, please tell me in detail."

The two of them looked at him.

"Siam is a hub country in Southeast Asia and an important partner of our country. They have been increasing their investment and exerting their cultural influence. They hold a book fair every year, with major domestic publishing houses participating."

"For example, the Four Great Classics have been around there for a long time. Domestic online novels are more popular there now. As for literary works, the works of Shen Ruishu and Hu Yan are very well-known there."

"Although the population is small and the scale is small, entering the Siam market means entering other Southeast Asian countries, which is still beneficial to you."

After hearing what Lao Qian said, Lu Qingfeng and Yang Xiuxiu felt relieved.

After all, the crime rate there is too high and we are unfamiliar with the place, so who would dare to go there and cooperate rashly?

"Then let them come to China to discuss it. Sister Xiuxiu, don't go there. The copyright and everything else will be handled by them."

I guess I won’t sell many books, so just consider it an achievement to light up the world map, so there’s no need to go there in person.

"They have an office in the country, so they should agree."

Lao Qian also agrees.

Siam is indeed not a good place. It is too chaotic compared to China.

After discussing the serious matters, Lu Qingfeng took Lao Qian to the studio and had dinner together in the evening. A day later, the three of them went to the Writers' Week together.

This is an event organized by the Writers Association. Its purpose is to implement the important statements of the upper level on literary and artistic work through practical actions, and to closely connect with and serve the broad masses of writers and grassroots literary organizations through specific measures.

With "writers" as the center, "going home" as the concept, and "activities" as the carrier, we invite friends from the literary world to come in, get to know the Writers Association, meet the people of the Writers Association, talk about the affairs of the Writers Association, and jointly build a good literary home.

To put it simply, writers are usually scattered all over the world and rarely see each other, so every year a group of literary workers are specially organized to get together to chat and brag.

The event was held at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.

This place belongs to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The site was selected in 1958 and completed in 1959. In the early days, it only received heads of state and important figures from various countries, and ordinary people were not allowed to enter.

After reforms were carried out and the hotel became self-sufficient, some areas were opened up and ordinary people could make reservations to stay. The hotel could also host various medium and large banquets, except in special periods.

This was not only Lu Qingfeng's first time to come to this place, but also his first time to participate in a Writers Association activity.

The studio vehicle dropped the three of them off at the door and then left, walking in with Lao Qian and Yang Xiuxiu.

Passing through the archway with the large characters "Diaoyutai State Guesthouse" written on it, there is a stone bridge. The main entrance of the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse is hidden by several large trees with lush branches and leaves.

You have to get closer to see what it looks like.

This is an annex to the State Guesthouse. In the early days, it was used as accommodation for the personal belongings of foreign dignitaries. It is also an area open to the public.

What is not open to the public are the several Chinese-style villas further inside, which are not visible to the general public.

Lu Qingfeng looked around curiously.

This place was transformed from a royal garden and the scenery is very beautiful, especially at this time of year.

There were people arranged by the Writers Association to receive them at the entrance of the hall. After the three of them signed, someone took them into a banquet hall.

The event started at ten o'clock in the morning. They arrived neither too early nor too late. Many people had already arrived, gathered in groups of three or five, sitting or standing, chatting together.

Lu Qingfeng scanned the area and saw that most of the writers were young writers between 20 and 30 years old, as the theme of this event was "New Power of Chinese Literature."

Most people are relatively unfamiliar, but there are also a few very famous familiar faces, such as the fairy tale king Liu Yuxing of this world, who is easier to recognize because he has a bald head.

There are also two post-80s writers who came from New Concept Composition.

Hu Yan, who is as famous as Shen Ruishu, participated in the second place of Snow Monster in the "Years of Reasoning" submission competition with him.

At first glance, he is the youngest one.

He was looking at others, and others were actually looking at him as well.

The movement of three people entering the banquet hall attracted the attention of some writers at the door. The male writer first looked at Yang Xiuxiu, then turned his eyes to him, subconsciously touched his face, or drank water, while the female writer looked at him directly.

Old money, not important.

With his current popularity, there was almost no one present who didn't know him, and they looked at him with curiosity.

Since I didn't know him, I didn't approach him rashly, but just nodded and smiled friendly.

Lu Qingfeng has also gained experience now and responded with a smile.

"Come on, I'll take you to meet some people."

Lao Qian pulled him in one direction, and Yang Xiuxiu followed behind them.

After the three of them walked away, the sound of conversation was heard here.

"That young man just now must be Lu Qingfeng, the rising star in the literary world who is very popular right now?"

"That's not him. His several books have sold incredibly well, and a movie adapted from his novel is coming out this summer. He's the hottest idol among young people."

"She's good-looking and a great violinist. She held a concert last month, and even Liu Qianya attended. Professionals say she's as good as any master musician."

"Teacher Shen is particularly optimistic about him."

"Teacher Shen Ruishu?"

"Well, I mentioned him during a lecture at South Korea University. I said he was the first person born after 00 and recommended his works."

"It's really amazing. At this age, he has achieved what he has now, and his future is limitless."

……

Lu Qingfeng was unaware of what his peers were saying about him. Under the guidance of Lao Qian, he came to the fairy tale king Liu Yuxing.

"Brother Liu, let me introduce you to a little friend, Lu Qingfeng, the current pillar of our Children's Literature. Qingfeng, you should know this guy, right?"

"Hello, Teacher Liu."

Lu Qingfeng greeted him respectfully.