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Jiang Changsheng looked at Meng Jia's sincere eyes and couldn't help but step forward and hug her into his arms.

Meng Jia's body tensed for a moment, then she relaxed and lay in Jiang Changsheng's arms. She thought about her second grandma's death and she began to take care of Changsheng.

For five years, the two relied on each other and became the light in each other's world.

In the hug at this moment, there is no ambiguity between men and women, only the warmth of two people relying on each other.

After a long time, Jiang Changsheng let go of his hand, and the two separated naturally. Jiang Changsheng said: "Do you still remember that New Year's Eve night, when I suddenly fell asleep in bed?"

"After I fell asleep, I had a long, long dream. In that dream, I saw many things in the future. In the dream, I seemed to have lived for 20 years."

It's hard to say that Jiang Changsheng was reborn. This is too fantasy and difficult for Meng Jia to understand. Anyway, he is indeed Jiang Changsheng and was not taken away from him, so he said frankly: "I have always been your brother.

These changes are all because of that dream."

Meng Jia recalled that Jiang Changsheng's changes indeed began on New Year's Eve. She accepted this statement, or she confirmed that Jiang Changsheng was indeed Jiang Changsheng. This was the most important thing in her heart.

"So you met Zheng Shuangling in the future in your dream?"

Jiang Changsheng nodded: "In the dream, I was admitted to Jiangcheng University, and Zheng Shuangling was my English teacher. I knew she liked reading romance novels, so I came to see her directly."

"In your dream, how will I fare in the future?"

Facing Meng Jia's question, Jiang Changsheng was stunned subconsciously, because he didn't know Meng Jia in his previous life and didn't know what her future would be like.

Seeing Jiang Changsheng in a daze, Meng Jia's expression did not change, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Jiang Changsheng realized that he wanted to tell a lie to make it go away, but when he saw Meng Jia's clear eyes, he knew that lying would not help, so he told the truth.

"I don't know your future because you are not in the dream."

Jiang Changsheng knew what Meng Jia was thinking. Her family's genetic disease was a shackle in her heart. Meng Jia's mother passed away at the age of 32, and few of her relatives on her mother's side lived past the age of 40.

Just as Jiang Changsheng was thinking about how to comfort him, Meng Jia actually smiled.

"Changsheng, it would be best if I didn't appear. This shows that you can still live well without me."

"Sister Jia, the world is complex and ever-changing. My dreams may not necessarily represent the entire future. Your future is written by yourself. The only thing I am sure of is that I will always be by your side."

"Then the Internet you are telling me these days is the most profitable industry in the future?"

"Yes, that's an opportunity to get rich suddenly."

…

The two communicated quietly in the corner for a long time, until Zheng Shuangling walked out of the reception room to find someone.

The three of them sat in the reception room again.

Zheng Shuangling said straight to the point: "In order to save time, I briefly scanned the full text. Your novel is very well written and suits my taste. The forbidden love between the male and female protagonists, from ambiguity to deep love, comes naturally. Love is

Love should not be bound by secular concepts, but the final cancer and car accident are somewhat deliberately sensational."

"As long as Teacher Zheng is satisfied." Jiang Changsheng said with a smile: "The sensationalism at the end was indeed deliberately arranged. Sadomasochism is popular in the market now. I published the book in the hope of making some money and improving my life."

The more frank Jiang Changsheng was, the more Zheng Shuangling liked him. She looked at the young man in front of her with the tender fuzz at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but tease him.

"I can't believe that a young boy with no full hair could write such a love novel."

Jiang Changsheng was immediately embarrassed. Men can be called ugly, but they must not be called young. However, he was not angry. He understood Zheng Shuangling. This woman appeared to be a goddess, but in private she not only read romance novels, but also liked driving.

Jiang Changsheng blinked: "It's not small anymore, and it will be even bigger in two years."

Zheng Shuangling blushed immediately, mainly because she and Jiang Changsheng were not familiar with each other, so driving like this was a little abrupt, but she couldn't blame Jiang Changsheng, after all, she was the one who started the car first.

She explained: "I'm sorry, my words were inappropriate just now. The main reason is that you always give me a familiar feeling. It's strange. It's obviously the first time we meet."

After Zheng Shuangling apologized, she continued without too much entanglement: "From my personal standpoint, I want to publish this novel for you, but you should know that Jiangcheng University Press publishes academic books and journals. This novel

It conflicts with the style of our publishing house.

Let me introduce you to editors from other publishing houses."

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and said unhurriedly: "Teacher Zheng, as far as I know, the higher-ups should already be working on the restructuring of the University Press.

In the future, all university publishing houses must be transformed from public institutions into corporate entities and be responsible for their own profits and losses. It will be difficult for publishing houses to grow and develop solely relying on the publication of academic books.

In the era of change, your publishing house took the lead in making changes and publishing some books that are popular in the market, which is in line with the above policies and guidelines and can also create profits for the publishing house."

Seeing Zheng Shuangling starting to think, Jiang Changsheng continued: "I see that Teacher Zheng is so young and makes tea in the office of the publishing house every day. Instead of being too busy and wasting his youth, it is better to do something practical, such as publishing a love novel and let the publishing house

Make a little change.”

Jiang Changsheng knew that Zheng Shuangling's coming to the publishing house was arranged by her family. She didn't like this too leisurely job, so she later became a part-time English teacher at Jiangcheng University.

When the two had chatted before, Zheng Shuangling mentioned many times that she wanted to do something practical in the publishing house.

Zheng Shuangling was indeed moved by Jiang Changsheng. She no longer looked down on the young man in front of her, but asked in an equal voice: "How can you guarantee that this book will sell well?"

Jiang Changsheng shrugged his shoulders, "I can't guarantee it, and I'm not a god. I can only say that this book has three selling points:

First, this is a love novel that meets the current market taste;

Second, this is the first love novel published by Jiangcheng University Press

Third, and most importantly, this book was written by me, a 15-year-old middle school student who is still in his first year of high school.

Genius boys, precocious writers, and love through the eyes of high school students, these are all hot topics that can be promoted."

Zheng Shuangling looked at Jiang Changsheng in surprise, "Are you really 15 years old? Why do you have such a long head? There are so many weird ideas."

"Thank you for the compliment!" Jiang Changsheng shamelessly added another weight to himself, "Blue Love of Life and Death is only the first novel I have written. I still have many creative ideas in my head. I can write it in a year if I want.

5 unique love novels.”

This sentence completely moved Zheng Shuangling. For Bai Fumei, who likes to read romance novels, the performance of any publishing house is empty.

She is not short of money, and Jiangcheng University Press is not an organization purely pursuing profit.

What she covets is Jiang Changsheng's novels.

"Okay, I will publish your novel for you. Don't worry, I will give you the best sales channel for this book. I will give you the best resources for publicity. I will also give you the top writer's treatment and royalties in terms of salary.

15%.”

"I have only one request."

Jiang Changsheng was stunned by Bai Fumei's domineering attitude.

"You said, I will definitely do it."

"Write three more romance novels for me within a year, and the quality must be no less than Blue Life and Death Love."

Jiang Changsheng: "..."