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Chapter 80 Chapter 81 Long Clan Propaganda

February 9, 2000, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Han Qiao went south to Shenghai to prepare for the release promotion of "Long Tribe II".

This time he was accompanied by Xia Wen's assistant, named Xu Xiaoyun.

Hearing that Han Qiao was going to take a train, Xia Wen bought two plane tickets very domineeringly, so Han Qiao landed in Shenghai that afternoon.

Tian Tian drove to the airport to pick her up.

Han Qiao was a little surprised when he saw this girl at the airport. He hadn't seen her for a while. Tian Tian had matured a lot. She had exquisite makeup, a blue professional skirt, her hair was simply tied into a high ponytail, and she was wearing a white windbreaker.

Hatetian Gao leaned against the car door and smoked.

Holding a slender lady's cigarette between her fingers and blowing out smoke from her red lips, the strong woman's aura is intimidating.

Han Qiao glanced at it a few times to make sure he didn't admit his mistake. He smiled and shouted: "Editor Tian, ​​here."

When Tian Tian saw Han Qiao, a smile broke out on her cold face, she walked forward quickly and skillfully took the briefcase from Han Qiao's hand.

"Mr. Nan, you are finally here. Sister Hu and I have been looking forward to you recently."

Tian Tianhen walked very steadily, and took Han Qiao into the car: "Mr. Nan, the promotion agency of "Long Tribe II" is paying great attention to it this time, and there may be a lot of activities."

Han Qiao sat in the car: "It's okay, I've gotten used to it recently."

Hearing this, Tian Tian turned around and smiled, his eyes shining: "Mr. Nan is a celebrity in our company. You Longsheng is liked by many of my colleagues."

Han Qiao decided to tease the girl: "Many colleagues like it, but Editor Tian doesn't seem to like it?"

Tian Tian kicked off her hat and put on flat shoes. She smiled at Han Qiao in the rearview mirror: "So Mr. Nan must give me an autograph soon."

The car drove smoothly on the road.

Han Qiao looked out the car window. The city of Shenghai was full of lights and feasting, and it was already busy with traffic on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Tian Tian drove the car and told Han Qiao about the results of "Long Clan One", confident and proud: "Brother Nan, "Long Clan One" has sold 190,000 copies, making it the best-selling novel of the year."

After a pause, he added some data; "Among the books published in China last year, "White Night Journey" had 140,000 copies, "Alive" had 120,000 copies, and "White Snake" had 90,000 copies..."

"The publisher has given you an award."

Han Qiao smiled: "This award is too heavy. The newspapers may criticize me."

Han Qiao This is the truth. Traditional literary writers have been criticizing Han Qiao in newspapers, but Han Qiao has never paid attention to it.

Tian Tian chuckled: "Nan Jiang has a bad reputation in the literary world. In the second half of last year, this name was considered a public enemy in the literary world."

"But Brother Nan has never responded in the newspaper."

"The situation this year is different from last year. At the beginning of this year, many young writers came to the fore." Tian Tian thought that this year's literary world also felt like a big wave washing away the sand, and all the mud and sand were falling.

Han Qiao didn't pay much attention to the literary world. He thought about the writers who started this year, who were probably racing drivers.

Tian Tian drove to the hotel where Han Qiao was staying. This time "Long Clan II" was released, Shenghai Publishing House paid all the expenses for Han Qiao's attendance.

The company attaches great importance to Hanqiao and directly arranged for a five-star hotel on the Bund.

Tian Tian let Han Qiao and Xu Xiaoyun rest, and a dinner was arranged in the evening. At the banquet, not only Han Qiao, but also several other traditional literature masters were present.

This was a celebration banquet for Shenghai Publishing House. Han Qiao had never come before, so it was not held.

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7:30 pm. Tian Tian drove to pick her up. The publishing house’s celebration party was not that elegant. Han Qiao changed into a black suit.

Xu Xiaoyun followed.

The banquet was held at a hotel on the Bund.

Tian Tian received Han Qiao at the hotel, and her eyes lit up. Han Qiao was in a black suit, with a straight back, clear eyes, and an open collar of his white shirt. He had a free and easy temperament.

Han Qiao smiled: "How's it going? He's handsome, isn't he?"

Tian Dessert nodded.

In the car, Tian Tian introduced to Han Qiao: "Brother Nan, this time the club has invited a few people from the traditional literary world, and we may want to socialize for a while."

Han Qiao thought for a while and nodded.

Shenghai Publishing House invited traditional literature experts probably to ease the relationship between Han Qiao and traditional literature. After all, the right to speak in the literary world has always been in the hands of traditional literature.

"Long Clan" is a rising star.

The banquet hall is on the third floor of the hotel.

Han Qiao and Xu Xiaoyun walked into the banquet hall under the leadership of Tian Tian and instantly attracted the attention of the meeting.

Wang Weisong saw Han Qiao, came up to him and said with a smile: "Mr. Nan is finally here."

Han Qiao smiled: "Wang She has been waiting for a long time."

Wang Weisong took Han Qiao to a sofa.

This sofa is in the corner of the banquet. There are very few people, only four. However, these four people sit here, alone, chatting and laughing, isolated from the noise of the banquet.

Wang Weisong walked over and introduced Han Qiao: "Hello teachers, this is the author of "Long Clan", Mr. Nan Jiangnan."

Han Qiao bowed slightly.

Wang Weisong smiled and introduced to Han Qiao: "Han Qiao, this is Teacher Tian Yongtian, a professor in the Literature Department of Shenghai University. Professor Tian has published many novels and is very famous in the Shenghai literary world."

"This is Chairman Zhang Ping. Chairman Zhang is the permanent chairman of the Shenghai Writers Association."

"This is Wang Hua. Mr. Wang's "Night Journey to Yanjing" is of great literary talent."

"This is Du Zhang. Mr. Du Zhang is a literary critic."

Han Qiao bowed slightly and said with a smile: "Hello teachers, I am Han Qiao."

The entertainment industry is a circle, and the literary world is also a forum.

Han Han said that the literary world is an urn, and Zheng Yuanjie said that the literary world is an altar.

When outsiders want to get in, insiders discuss their qualifications and rankings. Since ancient times, literati have looked down upon each other.

Several literati looked at Han Qiao, but they did not expect that Han Qiao was so young. Du Zhang is a literary critic and has been publishing articles criticizing "Long Clan" in newspapers recently, but the author Nan Jiang has never responded.

This time I came uninvited just to sit down and talk with Nanjiang.

Du Zhang smiled and put down the tea cup in his hand: "Mr. Nan, I have read your "Long Clan", and I don't think "Long Clan" can be said to be a literary work."

Han Qiao smiled: "Mr. Du, literature includes not only serious literature, but also popular literature."

Du Zhang smiled: "I don't think "Long Clan" can be said to be popular literature."

Wang Weisong smiled and said: "These are all seniors in the literary world. Nanjiang is a latecomer, so I need more advice from you all."

"President Wang's words are reasonable. Mr. Du is a senior figure in the literary world after all. There are many things worthy of recognition in "Long Clan", but there are also many shortcomings." Zhang Ping smoothed things over with a smile.

"However, if young people can produce best-selling works, we should still support them." Zhang Ping said with a smile: "If the seniors can give some advice, it may not be a good work."

Wang Hua was very silent and nodded: "What Chairman Zhang said is very pertinent. This time we are here to communicate."

Du Zhang was satisfied: "If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."

Han Qiao was a little confused. He didn't even say a word, and these people made the final decision.

Wang Weisong smiled and said: "It would be a good conversation to sit down and talk about Tao today."

Han Qiao said nothing.

There may be five chapters next.

This one was originally intended to draw hatred, so think about it.

The greatest hatred is ignorance

(End of chapter)