The Leisurely Life of Infinite Gods

Chapter 160 Chu Mo's Short Stories and Literary Girls

Three poles in the sun!

When he got up from the bed, Chu Mo felt that his brain was still aching.

I drank too much last night, so I still have to control it in the future.

He took the fully charged mobile phone by the bedside and checked the time, it was 11:40.

When I came back from Tianxiangyuan Hotel last night, it was already three in the morning, and I slept until noon.

Rubbing his cheeks with his hands, he took a shower in the bathroom that came with the bedroom. After washing, he put on the custom casual clothes that the maid had already prepared.

When I took the elevator to the lobby on the first floor, the maid and the housekeeper were already waiting respectfully aside.

"Mr. Chu, lunch is ready."

Danny, the housekeeper who was with me last night and only returned to the villa at three o'clock in the morning, was still in high spirits. He bowed slightly, with aristocratic etiquette on his body.

"Um!"

Chu Mo nodded lightly. He slept till now and just woke up, so he didn't have much appetite, but he didn't eat in the morning, and now it was noon, so he still had to eat something even if he didn't have any appetite.

Coming directly to the restaurant, it was still a sumptuous meal of sixteen courses.

The chef's craftsmanship is naturally impeccable. After Chu Mo picked up a dish of vinegared potato shreds, the sour taste was very appetizing. Chu Mo, who didn't have much appetite before, immediately increased his appetite and ate a whole bowl of rice.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Chu Mo, who came to the hall, looked through the phone for a while, and saw that there was a missed call on it. When he saw the nickname displayed on it, he hesitated for a moment, and pressed the call back.

After a few rings, the other party connected, and then a somewhat sharp voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Chu Mo, no one answered your phone call this morning. I'm just here to inform you that your self-published (Chu Mo's Short Stories Collection) has been officially distributed in bookstores across the country today. The first printing of 500,000 copies is now in Shanghai. Bookstores big and small should be able to buy this book."

On the other end of the phone was the editor Chu Mo had worked with for several years.

The two have dealt with each other countless times, and they are considered to be familiar with each other. Of course, most of the time, the two are in contact online.

Generally, Chu Mo sends the short articles he has written to his email, and he is responsible for reviewing and deciding whether to finalize the draft.

Once it is confirmed that there is no problem with the manuscript, Chu Mo can receive a remuneration of 300 to 500 yuan, and if he shakes his head, it means that Chu Mo's hard work for a day is in vain.

It can be said that before getting the unlimited bank card, the bald editor on the other end of the phone was Chu Mo's parents.

But now, in the three months since he got the unlimited bank card, although Chu Mo insists on creating, he is no longer very good at creating to cater to the tastes of readers and the market.

Chu Mo had the confidence to eat and drink without worry, so he thought about writing something that he really pursued.

It's just that these articles that Chu Mo was satisfied with were sent back to the editor, but most of them were sent back.

The reason is nothing more than too many private goods, which do not meet market demand and so on.

If it was before, most of the manuscripts I wrote would be returned, which means that my income would be greatly reduced, and Chu Mo would definitely lose his hair in worry.

But now, he doesn't care about these anymore.

As long as he writes what he wants to express, he doesn't care whether others recognize it or not, so in the recent period, Chu Mo has rarely contributed articles to the editor on the other end of the phone.

The two chatted for a few words, and after Chu Mo thanked each other, he hung up the phone.

Chu Mo's words no longer show the respect and humility that he used to have when facing his parents. You must know that the former Chu Mo was basically cautious when facing this big editor who could determine the success or failure of his manuscript with a single word... …

But now, Chu Mo and him are no longer in the same world. After this cooperation, the two will hardly have any intersections in the future.

When I hung up the phone, I took a special look at the time, it was twelve fifty-nine.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Chu Mo ordered to the butler beside him:

"Let Jiang Tao prepare the car, I will go out later."

"Okay, Mr. Chu."

The housekeeper who received the order carried it out immediately. Chu Mo came to the entrance of the hall, and the maid Annie with long golden hair came to his side respectfully.

She squatted down gently, and the foreign maid with lovely cheeks stretched out her slender fingers, and gently helped her put on her shoes.

After everything was sorted out, the blond maid stood up gently, and then stepped back to her side. The slightly bent maid said softly in slightly blunt Chinese:

"Mr. Chu, please be careful all the way."

Nineteen-year-old Annie was originally an exchange student at the Academy of Art. She has a model figure of 1.7 meters and oval cheeks. She is very cute and sweet.

It has been almost half a month since she and a girl named Tina came to Villa No. 1 of Diwangxuan. Chu Mo was worried that the two foreign girls were young and unstable, and might not be able to adapt to the status of maids.

However, after half a month of observation, Chu Mo found that the two girls are very adaptable, and now they are basically no different from ordinary maids, and they can provide Chu Mo with a very reassuring service.

Just like now, Annie has taken off her shoes and changed them for granted, without any dissatisfaction on her sweet cheeks.

"Pity."

Sighing softly, and then nodding slightly to the maid beside him, Chu Mo walked out of the living room.

The Rolls Royce stopped in front of him, and Fang Lihu, who had been promoted to the vice captain of the bodyguard, opened the car door for Chu Mo.

Sitting in the comfortable and spacious rear row, after closing the door, the car started, and the housekeeper Danny and ten maids bowed respectfully behind him.

The Rolls-Royce drove out of the gate of the villa, and Chu Mo, who was leaning gently on the soft backrest, ordered:

"Go to the largest bookstore nearby."

Fang Lihu, who was in the co-pilot position, immediately agreed respectfully.

Turning his gaze out of the window, Chu Mo couldn't help but see the cheek of the maid Annie just now in his mind.

Whether it's Annie or Tina, the two foreign maids should be considered the most handsome among the maids, especially Tina with blue eyes, her appearance is not even inferior to Zhan Bingxue and Yang Xuan, In ordinary universities, at least it is at the school flower level.

It's just a pity that even Tina's appearance is still a little short of the requirements of a maid on the 95th floor of Tianxiang Garden.

This is also the reason why Chu Mo suddenly said a pity just now.

If the two maids' looks were one point higher, then they would be eligible to enter the 95th floor of Tianxiang Garden, so Chu Mo wouldn't have to worry about finding new replacements.

Of course, then again, Annie and Tina's looks are high enough now, and they are considered goddess-level outside. If their looks were really a little higher, they probably wouldn't appear in Diwangxuan Be a maid.

Even if you want to be a big star, that level of appearance is enough.

When he secretly sighed in his heart, Rolls-Royce turned around the intersection fountain, and soon left the gate of the villa.

The towering skyscrapers on both sides of the road made Chu Mo quickly forget the wild thoughts in his mind, and put his thoughts on the books he had published again.

(Chu Mo’s Short Stories Collection) can be said to be his painstaking efforts in writing these years. Chu Mo has been writing since high school. With the manuscript fee, he stopped asking his family for money when he was a sophomore. Lin Lin finally figured it out. The articles he has published over the years are at least Thousands of articles.

The anthology published this time collected a total of 380 short essays, all of which were carefully selected by Chu Mo himself.

Of course, the book was written by Chu Mo himself, and he knows the quality well. If you want to compare it with those literary giants, then you really think too highly of him.

But to be recognized by the magazine, each article can receive three to five hundred manuscript fees, and it is impossible to say how poor the quality is.

In short, the quality of this book should belong to the middle and lower levels. It is not as good as the top, and it doesn't have much advantage compared to the bottom....

If Chu Mo hadn't paid for the publication himself and was responsible for his own profits and losses, it would have been impossible for this book to appear in bookstores across the country.

The first printing of 500,000 copies can only be said that Chu Mo is rich and powerful. You must know that people who publish books at their own expense are bold enough to publish 300,000 to 50,000 copies at a time. Only those famous and real writers will do this The treatment, a half-baked guy like Xiang Chu Mo, will definitely lose money if nothing else happens.

Of course, to Chu Mo, it doesn't matter to him even if 500,000 copies cannot be sold.

What he wants is this fame, and when he mentions it to his parents, relatives and friends in the future, he can proudly say that his books are available in all major bookstores across the country. Naturally, the copyright fee is the vaccination that Chu Mo gave his parents.

"After a few days when things here settle down, I can take some time to go home... I'd better buy a car for dad first. It can't be too expensive, and it's not good if it's too cheap. Five or six hundred thousand is there. Small county towns should be considered relatively high-end.”

He thought to himself, after a while, the Rolls-Royce had already parked in front of a bookstore. Fang Lihu, who was 2.3 meters tall, respectfully opened the car door for Chu Mo. on him.

Chu Mo, who had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, ordered:

"You guys just wait nearby, you don't have to follow me."

Several tall men in black immediately nodded respectfully.

Chu Mo started walking towards the bookstore in front of him.

He didn't rush to find his own books, but wandered casually in the bookstore.

A light music is played on the stereo of the bookstore. The volume is not too loud, so it will not affect the reading of the guests. The surrounding environment is also very peaceful, which makes people feel relaxed.

Chu Mo is very familiar with the environment here. When he used to write articles, he often went to major bookstores to look for books.

Now that he set foot here again, the impetuousness in his heart was gradually replaced by a kind of tranquility. When his fingertips lightly touched the rows of books in front of him that even smelled of ink, he took a deep breath, and the fundus of his eyes under the golden glasses was filled with a touch of tranquility. A look of satisfaction.

It is still noon, and there are only three or two customers in the huge bookstore. Chu Mo, who is not in a hurry, slowly selects the articles he is interested in. Occasionally, he comes across some works that catch his eyes. Will hold it in his hand, and half an hour later, he has four or five books in his arms.

When he slowly came to the prose bookshelf, his heartbeat accelerated for a moment, but it calmed down after a while.

Afterwards, he stroked his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Chu Mo, who suddenly looked very serious, quickly scanned the rows of books in front of him, and finally, in an inconspicuous position in the fourth row, saw (Chu Mo's short essay collection ) a few words.

He immediately stopped his movements. Chu Mo, who seemed to be frozen by some kind of force, stared motionlessly at the books exuding the fragrance of ink in front of him. After a while, he put the selected book in his arms on the bookshelf behind him, gently Pull out your own short film collection.

A contented Chu Mo flashed in his eyes, and he gently stroked the title page of the book with his hand, looking satisfied and enjoying himself.

The articles I wrote down finally turned into real words one day and appeared in front of me.

This was the dream he had buried in his heart since he published his first article in high school.

Today, ten years later, I finally fulfilled my childhood wish.

Taking a deep breath, as if stroking something extremely precious, he slowly opened the title page of the book, and then Chu Mo fell into obsession.

Every article here, even every word, represents his hard work. The beginning of the anthology is the first article he published in his freshman year of high school. Because it is very commemorative, Chu Mo put it in the first article.

Even now, ten years later, Chu Mo still remembers the agitation in his heart when he received his first manuscript fee.

He carefully savored the experience of his immature self when he wrote this article ten years ago, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

This article is actually a confession letter to my female deskmate in high school. When I was in high school, my deskmate was a cute girl with big braids. She has big black eyes and a pair of cute little canine teeth when she smiles. .

Chu Mo can't remember exactly what that girl looked like now, but he clearly remembers that girl's pair of pointed little canine teeth...

It's a pity that even if I wrote this confession letter myself, I didn't have the courage to give it to her, and finally submitted it to the magazine, just hoping that one day she would discover it by accident and know her own heart.

The current Chu Mo looked back at himself at that time again, and while he felt amused in his heart, he also carried a touch of indescribable complex emotions.

He finished the first article and was about to turn the page when a middle-aged man with glasses suddenly appeared nearby.

The middle-aged man was also scrolling through the bookshelf in front of him. Chu Mo took a special look at the fourth row of the bookshelf, and suddenly felt a sense of anticipation in his heart.

If others see your article, will they like it?

He unconsciously took two steps back to get away from the seat in front of him. Although he was holding the book in his hand, his eyes were always on the man who was picking up the book in front of him.

As the other party continued to sift through the books row by row, when the other party's gaze was on the fourth row, Chu Mo's eyes had already widened.

He held his breath, and then looked straight at the middle-aged man in front of him. When the other party's gaze swept past (Chu Mo's short essay collection), Chu Mo, who didn't dare to breathe before, suddenly let out a long sigh.

The middle-aged man who turned around gave Chu Mo a strange look, but he didn't seem to find the book he was interested in, so he turned and left.

Just when Chu Mo put his eyes back on the book in his hand, there was a sudden ringing in his pocket. In the silent bookstore, the ringing of the phone seemed very harsh. Chu Mo immediately put down the book, took out the phone, and looked at it. Don't look at it, just press answer.

He didn't want to affect others, so he squatted down and walked lightly, then lowered his voice and said:

"Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Chu."

There was a nice female voice on the other end of the phone, but it wasn't familiar people like Zhan Bingxue or Qin Zixuan, but the voice seemed familiar. After hesitating for a moment, Chu Mo said softly:

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Chu, I'm Ruyu. We just met last night. You won't forget it so soon."

Chu Mo frowned slightly, his brain started to think quickly, but he didn't get an answer for a while.

The girl on the other end of the phone didn't get a reply, she was obviously a little disappointed, and then she was slightly disappointed and said:

"Ruyu on the ninety-fifth floor of Tianxiang Garden."

Hearing this, Chu Mo with a world-like face immediately appeared in his mind and suddenly said:

"It turned out to be you... How did you know my phone number? By the way, do you have anything to do with me?"

The other end of the phone was one of the nine maids in Tianxiangyuan. If I remember correctly, this girl named Ruyu is a top student at Shuimu University. Benevolence testified.

Chu Mo had some impressions of her, but he didn't understand what she wanted from him.

The other party was clearly prepared, and when Chu Mo's voice fell, a lark-like voice gently entered his ears.

"In order to serve the top rich people conveniently, we have some basic information about our customers, including their contact information.

As for looking for you, I want to discuss with you about donations. Last night, Mr. Chu, didn’t you donate one billion yuan to Mr. Cao’s One Yuan Foundation? I think there are still some loopholes in the operation of the One Yuan Foundation, so I want to Report to you face to face. "

Chu Mo frowned slightly, and he said softly:

"Why don't you go to Cao Renyi directly for this matter? Mr. Cao attaches great importance to the One Yuan Foundation. If your opinion is reasonable, the other party will consider it."

Chu Mo's words fell, and the voice of the woman opposite said weakly:

"It is precisely because Mr. Cao attaches great importance to the One Yuan Foundation, the opinions of a small person like me have no weight. Besides, Mr. Chu, you are our big boss. If you have any questions, I will report to you, and you will tell Mr. Cao. In this way It's in line with the procedure."

After a moment of silence, he was in the library, so it was inconvenient to say more, so Chu Mo lowered his voice and said:

"I'm in the Upward Library on Huishui Road, come and find me here."

After speaking, Chu Mo hung up the phone, and when he stood up straight, Chu Mo's eyes were full of thought.

But for a moment, the corner of Chu Mo's mouth was slightly raised, and he suddenly said with a smile:

"These little girls really have a lot of thoughts."

Putting the phone back in his pocket, picking up the book again, and refocusing his eyes on the text in front of him, Chu Mo became calm again.

When a person is silent about something, time must pass by quickly. Unknowingly, when Chu Mo, who felt a little numb in his legs and feet, moved his slightly stiff body, he realized that he had read a book for nearly Half.

When she raised her head, she suddenly found that there was a Miaoman figure beside her at some point.

As soon as Chu Mo glanced over the girl in front of him, out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that dozens of people reading books were densely packed near the originally sparsely populated prose bookshelf.

Without exception, although these people are holding a book in their hands, their eyes are always on Miaoman's figure in front of them from time to time.

Chu Mo set his eyes on the girl named Ruyu, and found that she was also holding a book in her hand, and the title page of the book clearly read (Chu Mo's short essay collection).

A look of anticipation immediately flashed in his eyes, and Chu Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly:

"How about this book?"