Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back

Sister Chen took her seat, "Sorry, I'm late."

Mrs. Cheng said it was not too late, they had just sat down and were talking about Sister Chen's boss.

"Qing Ning?"

Sister Chen put down her bag, "What's wrong with our boss?"

"You know why, don't you?"

With regard to yesterday's wind and rain in the city, other people may not know about it, but it is impossible for Sister Chen not to know. Mrs. Orange asked: "The big devil really has a boyfriend?"

"There was an ex-boyfriend."

When Mrs. Cheng's eyes widened with disbelief, Sister Chen smiled, "The two are married now."

"Hi."

Mrs. Orange was heartbroken, "Just kidding me, I just imagined that the big demon king was still in love, and he sang and confessed these vulgar plots. I said that my idol is not such a person."

Sister Chen and the others have a glass of wine.

Mrs. Cheng asked Sister Chen to talk about the origin of this man, which actually made the big devil fall in love with him.

"He's a pretty good boy. He just graduated from college last year. The two fell in love when they were in the boy's college. They got married as soon as they graduated." Sister Chen said that she only knew about it two months ago. Couple, sprinkle dog food in the company every day."

The idol is happy, and Mrs. Cheng is relieved, "As expected of my idol, I will act decisively."

Sister Chen said that if Mrs. Chengzi is interested, she can watch the public service advertisement in the prime time of Kyoto TV today. "That's his idea. He's very talented and clean. He's quite a special person."

That's all Sister Chen can say.

She really couldn't find too many words to describe Jiang Yang for a while.

Mrs. Orange made a note.

Xu Guangzheng said that Jiang Yang's talents don't need to watch TV, and he invited everyone to gather for this matter today. He turned his head and looked at the bearded man, "He has a new work, and our publishing house has obtained the copyright. This fairy tale, as you all know, he is not from the circle, come here today, I’m here to beg the bearded man to write us a preface.”

Big Beard's status in children's books is quite high. With his preface, at least the girdle will not be empty, which is convenient for publicity, and Big Beard is barely worthy of the grade of this book.

The bearded man put down his wine glass, "Fairy Tale, he wrote a book of fairy tales?"

"84 Charing Cross Road" is a qualified bestseller, but compared with fairy tales, this span is a bit too big, the bearded man looked at the couple, "You don't want to strike while the iron is hot, and hype him as a genius name?"

If this is the case, the bearded man feels that they have miscalculated.

Children's books are not so easy to write. When parents buy children's books, they will not buy them just because the author is a big devil man.

It's better to write a love story, let others polish the pen, and then publish it easily.

Xu Guangzheng smiled.

He and Big Beard are good buddies, and they speak straightforwardly, "Big Beard, I'm not bragging. Just this manuscript, if you pile up all the fairy tales you wrote, it may not be as high as this book. Brother, give the preface to You, I'm giving you a chance to leave your name."

The bearded man froze for a moment.

Liu Tao said: "Old Xu, you are boasting too much, and you will be fined a cup."

They drank one, and Xu Guang said seriously, "I'm not kidding. Our publishing house has selected all the topics in advance these days, just to focus on publishing this novel later. I managed to win the opportunity of the preface."

Of course, a beard is also the most suitable person.

If not, the publishing house plans to find those great writers, well-known writers to write the preface.

Those writers have enough status, but writing prefaces and recommendations for fairy tales in serious literature always feels wrong. As for those traffic, such as Yuan Fang and other writers, forget it.

The bearded man asked Xu Guangzheng to take out the manuscript, "It's the first time I've seen you give such a high evaluation to a book."

Xu Guangzheng has already printed it.

He took out the newspaper paper in his bag, which he had edited and typed out, also corrected to begin, "To all the children of the world, and to all adults (all adults were children at first)."

In the author column, Jiang Yang was written.

The bearded man: "Jiang Yang is a pseudonym?"

Sister Chen said yes.

In the last book, Li Yu posted it directly on Twitter. In order to cause unnecessary trouble, he wrote Anonymous. This time it was sent directly without so many scruples, and considering that there were too many anonymous authors, Jiang Yang wrote a name on it.

At the same time, I was separated from Anonymous who wrote the lyrics and composed the music.

The bearded man didn't care, he turned over the first page, grabbed the second page, and was always ready to turn the page, but after scanning it with a pair of clean eyes, he put down the fingers that were pinching the page.

"Um?"

The bearded man became serious, and looked back to the first line, "When I was six years old, I saw a very beautiful picture in a book——"

Xu Guangzheng chatted with Liu Tao and the others. They were waiting for Big Beard's evaluation, but who knew that Big Beard was deeply involved. Mrs. Cheng became impatient, "Big beard, how about this book, is Lao Xu bragging, why are you silent?"

The bearded man said nothing.

Mrs. Orange shook her hand in front of him, and the bearded man came back to his senses.

He didn't speak, and carefully put away the manuscript, "This book—" He touched it, and he read the fourth chapter. He hasn't finished it yet, and he can't give an accurate evaluation of this book. In this way, whether it is the python swallowing the elephant, the lamb in the box, or the asteroid B612, etc., the bearded man has a lot of deep meaning in the language and world of fairy tales, "This is a fairy tale, but it is not a book. Fairy tale, if you maintain the level of these four chapters—”

He looked up at Xu Guangzheng, "Old Xu said it well, it is a masterpiece, a fairy tale with great literary value."

The bearded man has written many fairy tales, and he has this vision.

However, Xu Guangzheng told the bearded man, "The first four chapters are just there, and you will know after reading the latter. The praise I just received is not even one-fifth of what it deserves. This book will become a masterpiece! A masterpiece! "

Xu Guangzheng tapped his fingers on the table, very determined.

The bearded man didn't refute.

This aroused the curiosity of the Chengzi couple, "So powerful? Beard, let's take a look."

Liu Tao also wanted to take a look, "Yes, take a real look."

"Go."

The bearded man knocked their hands away, "You can read the book after it's out. You must read this book quietly for the first time."

He put the manuscript in his bag and read it carefully.

He still didn't forget to ask Xu Guangzheng, "Is this preface really asked to be written by me?"

Xu Guangzheng asked: "In this fairy tale, who else is there besides you?"

The bearded man glanced at the schoolbag, and he bullied that the book was not published, and it might not be his turn to write it when it is about to be published.

"Old Xu."

The bearded man raised his wine glass, "Brother, this matter is done well enough, I respect you."

They clink glasses.

After putting down his glass, Liu Tao said enviously, "It's rare to see a book that makes a bearded man so excited. When will we see a mystery novel that makes me excited."

After reading mystery novels while reading famous novels such as "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes" and Daoguo's original reasoning, ordinary mystery novels are difficult to catch his eyes. He hasn't seen a book like that for a long time, and he can't wait to find a corner Shrunk excitedly.

He glanced outside, it was still raining, but after noon, there were more tourists wandering around, and guests from the homestay also came in and out. Liu Tao thinks that this environment is very suitable for reading mystery novels. There are murders in the glass room and all living beings outside, so happy.

It's a pity that the environment is there, but the book is gone.