Rebirth: Starting From the Confession

Chapter 23 The True Identity Was Discovered

The afterglow of the sunset nearing the evening is still very poisonous.

Since the end of the college entrance examination, he has been running outside, and his whole body has been tanned a lot.

But Fang Yi doesn't mind, because his skin is the type that tans easily, but also whitens quickly.

As soon as I went up to the third floor, before I got out of the stairs, I heard a burst of phone ringing from my living room.

Fang Yi couldn't help but quicken his steps, took out the key to open the door, he hurried forward and picked up the microphone.

"Which one?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Fang Dayong?" A calm male voice came from across the phone.

Fang Dayong is the pseudonym of Fang Yi.

Taken from a passage in the world of Zhuangzi: Useless use can be of great use!

"I am, who are you?" Although Fang Yi asked in his mouth, he already knew the identity of the other party in his heart.

"I'm the editor-in-chief of Red Rock Publishing House, Yang Zhen."

To be honest, Fang Yi knew they would contact him, but he never thought it would happen so quickly.

I just left the phone call more than an hour ago!

What he didn't know was that the sudden update a few days ago did not have any negative impact on "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", but made the book even more popular.

Now, in major forums, BBS, and even chat rooms, netizens are discussing the reasons for his breakup every day.

Some people say that he really can't find time because he is too busy with work.

Others said he was seriously ill and was in hospital.

Others said that he was exhausted and could no longer go down.

These inferences and guesses are relatively normal, and the reasons discussed in some forums are outrageous.

He even said that his real identity was the descendant of Colonel Mojin. He had an accident in an ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty a few days ago and never came up again.

This TM...

It is also for this reason that other publishing houses have gradually noticed the value of the book "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". So Hongyan Publishing House couldn't sit still any longer, and decided to contact Fang Yi, it's better to get ahead of other publishing houses.

Fang Yi asked knowingly, "Oh, hello, editor-in-chief Yang, what's the matter?"

Although this routine is old, it is very practical.

To be honest, if you can achieve the position of editor-in-chief of a publishing house, you will not be too bad at nourishing your qi. Moreover, I have seen many kinds of routines, so Yang Zhen is not annoyed, but said frankly: "Mr. Fang, I will not speak politely, our publishing house and myself are very optimistic about your book, I don't know if you are interested. Talk about physical publishing?"

"Of course!"

The other party has already come straight to the point, so Fang Yi must also pretend to be confused.

"I want to know first, how many words does Mr. Fang plan to write about the book "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"?"

This question is very critical to Yang Zhen. The ultimate purpose of publishing physical books is to make money, which is profit. If it is just a short story of tens of thousands of words, then there is no need to spend so much effort.

Fang Yi understood what he meant and replied, "There are eight books in total, with a total of more than 2.3 million words!"

Hearing this, Yang Zhen on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then he said in surprise, "Mr. Fang has finished writing this book?"

"Not yet, I have only written two original manuscripts, and I plan to use electronic manuscripts for the remaining six manuscripts."

After Fang Yi finished speaking, he pondered: "It's hard to say on the phone. If you're really interested, you can come to Jiangzhen and let's talk face-to-face."

"good!"

Without any hesitation, Yang Zhen agreed: "The magic capital is very close to Jiangzhen City. I can go there anytime. Is it convenient to leave an address?"

Fang Yi pondered: "Well, tomorrow at 11 am, I will wait for you at Youlan Cafe on Dingmao Road."

"Okay, I'll be there on time!"

...

After hanging up the phone, Fang Yi smiled slightly.

Done, the first pot of gold is about to arrive.

Blowing the melodious whistle of "whistle", he picked up a change of clothes and walked to the bathroom.

This good mood continued until dinner.

Feeling that her son seemed to be in a good mood, Zhuang Shufen couldn't help but ask, "Son, why are you so happy?"

"A publisher contacted me today, and the novel I wrote is about to be published!"

Fang Yi didn't hide it from them, and explained with a smile.

"real?"

Zhuang Shufen's tone did not contain much excitement, but instead contained a trace of doubt.

Gee!

Fang Yi immediately quit, raised his eyebrows and said, "Mom, what do you mean? Do you look down on your son like that?"

In fact, this is not to blame for Zhuang Shufen. There are no serious online novels in the millennium. Except for children's books and science and education books, the bookstores are basically traditional literature.

Even if there are novels, they are classical martial arts novels like Jin Yong Gulong.

Fang Yi's novel, she read a little bit, she thought it was her son's entertainment, never thought it would be published one day.

Seeing his expression, Zhuang Shufen's face was full of disbelief: "Is there really a publishing house that has taken a fancy to it?"

"How fresh, I have nothing to spare to play with you guys." Fang Yi pouted.

Fang Yucheng took a sip of wine and reminded: "Are you sure the other party is a publishing house? Don't be deceived, there are more and more liars these days."

Fang Yi smiled and said, "Don't worry, my heart is clear."

In addition to his unstable studies, his son is still very relieved in other aspects.

So Fang Yucheng didn't say anything, and continued to drink the wine.

Seeing this, Fang Yi thought to himself, Dad, hurry up and drink it, or else you won't have to drink after the college entrance examination results in a few days!

"Son, how much is the publishing fee?" Zhuang Shufen asked curiously.

Fang Yi was planning the meal and replied casually, "I haven't talked about it yet. Anyway, the reserve price in my heart is one million."

"Just blow it! It's still a million dollars, and it's not bad to have a few thousand dollars."

Zhuang Shufen obviously didn't believe his words.

After all, one million in 2000 was still very significant.

You know, the house price in Chaoyang District of Kyoto is only 3800 per square meter at this moment. The housing price in Jiangzhen City is even lower. The residential area developed in the new urban area is priced at 850 yuan per square meter, and a house of more than 100 square meters is only 100,000 yuan.

Just a lot of people think it's too expensive and don't want to buy it.

One million is enough to buy ten commercial houses in the urban area! *

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