My Daily Salted Fish Routine

A few days passed in a blink of an eye. Luojia spent the past few days copying two books in a row. He had been too cruel these past few days and now he needed to regain his strength.

But on this day, a new book appeared in an insignificant place in bookstores everywhere.

At the same time, Wutong Publishing House has already begun operations.

News about the Legend of Wukong appeared in some newspapers and magazines.

There are also recommendations from different reviewers on various Weibo posts.

After all, Wutong Publishing House is also a well-established publishing house in Jianghai, and its connections are also good.

"A masterpiece by the eighteen-year-old genius writer Luo Jia!"

"A different Journey to the West! A different interpretation!"

"On the spirit that The Legend of Wukong wants to show! The struggle of a monkey? The struggle of a generation!"

"Actually, we are all Sun Wukong, but the edges have been smoothed -"

It has to be said that Luo Jia's editor Jiang Yuan still managed to secure a lot of resources for Luo Jia, which suddenly raised the profile.

They are professionals in creating publicity and they naturally know the ropes.

One wave comes after another.

Famous commentators have also begun to express their opinions on various platforms.

"It's on sale. It's on sale. It feels like I've been waiting for hundreds of years!" Luo Qingyi was extremely excited.

"It's not your book, why are you so anxious?" Liu Yaoyao said angrily.

"By the way, if you ask for leave when you join the job, I'm afraid you won't be penalized." Luo Jia said.

"It would be better to say that you haven't had classes for a few days since school started, and you have skipped more classes than you have attended." Luo Qingyi was not to be outdone, and the siblings quarreled with each other every day.

At this time, the relationship between the two was restored, and it was awkward for two days.

"Okay, okay, we're all on the same page, what's there to argue about?" Liu Yaoyao clapped her hands.

"You're not much better than a salted fish." Luo Qingyi said disdainfully.

"Yes, anyway, even if Sister Yaoyao goes to work, she is still fishing." Luo Jia immediately united with her sister.

"Don't even think about eating while you wait!" Liu Yaoyao became angry and said loudly.

Luo Jia and Luo Qingyi were instantly frightened. They couldn't afford to offend her, so they quickly said: "Queen Mother, calm down, calm down, we are the salty fish, we know we were wrong."

What the two of them made in the kitchen could be used directly as biochemical weapons. If Liu Yaoyao didn't cook, she could only rely on instant noodles or takeout to stay alive.

Liu Yaoyao snorted, taking control of the power of life and death, and won a great victory, but she didn't know why, but she always felt something was strange.

Luo Jia picked up a newspaper and said, "Look at what these people wrote."

Luo Qingyi and Liu Yaoyao immediately came over with great interest.

The title has a few big characters.

[In fact, we are all Sun Wukong]

Today I received a call from a friend who highly recommended the book "The Legend of Wukong". I heard that it was written by an eighteen-year-old boy, and I immediately became interested and opened the book.

Unexpectedly, once opened, it would not close.

Even lost track of time.

As I reach middle age, I have read a lot of books, but there has never been a book that can so easily stir up my joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. The blood in my chest surges and surges, as if it is about to reach the sky.

What kind of story is written in "The Legend of Wukong"? I think it's freedom.

I want this day to be no longer able to cover my eyes.

Such freedom.

His resistance, his figure illuminated by the electric light at that moment, is still solidified in the legend thousands of years later.

This sentence echoed in my mind and I can't get rid of it.

I always think of my youth, when I was rebellious, looking down on adults, looking down on their mediocrity, looking down on their hypocrisy, looking down on them being submissive.

However, I have also reached this age.

I learned to be worldly, to be diplomatic, to compromise, to be conciliatory, and then when I saw this sharp text, it seemed like it was piercing my heart word by word. It forced me to look back and see what the boy I once was has become. People he hates.

I think this is probably life.

We were all once the Monkey King who was not afraid of anything, but after hitting his head and bleeding, we didn’t dare to really look back.

Eighteen-year-old Luo Jia is indeed a genius and deserves the title.

Signed by Fang Zixuan, a well-known commentator.

"That's a good comment. This person has two skills." Luo Qingyi said happily.

"Well, the angle chosen is fine, and the words are very beautiful." Liu Yaoyao also nodded.

"It's well-known and can drive a lot of sales." Luo Qingyi was very happy.

"I hope it can break 50,000." Liu Yaoyao clenched her small fist.

"Fifty thousand?" Luo Jia looked strange.

It is true that for a newcomer, 50,000 sales is already an explosion, and it is barely included in the ranks of bestsellers. But for this book, if it really sells 50,000, he might as well jump off a building.

"Are you not satisfied?" Liu Yaoyao rolled her eyes at him.

"Young people should take it step by step and don't aim too high."

"Yaoyao is right, the little guy's tail will shoot up to the sky if he gets some grades." Luo Qingyi quickly followed Liu Yaoyao and stepped on his younger brother.

Although she also feels that the results will definitely be very good, she cannot have too high expectations. Otherwise, if the results are not in line with expectations when the results come out, wouldn't it be an explosion of mentality?

Luo Jia smiled and said nothing, took out another newspaper and read it carefully.