"Cannon, where are the ribs I asked you to keep yesterday?"

Early in the morning at the vegetable market, Jiang Dongliu pushed a small cart to a pork stall and shouted at a burly man holding a cigarette in his mouth: "I have always felt a little weak these days, so you can get me some more waist!"

The big man opposite the pork stall was big and thick, with a body of tendon and flesh that stretched out an elastic vest, looking three points higher than the bodybuilding champion.

However, he is strong and burly, but his face is not ugly. He has a long face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is a little handsome.

At this moment, when he heard Jiang Dongliu shouting, the big man looked down at Jiang Dongliu, "Is it empty? You are still empty just because your wife looks like that? What are you?"

As he spoke, the cigarette in his mouth couldn't shake as his lips opened and closed. "Lao Jiang, you're here just right. Are you not the editor of that magazine? I just wrote a book recently. Please help me see if I can publish it?"

"What? What a joke?"

Although it was in the crowded vegetable market, Jiang Dongliu couldn't help laughing, "Guo Dapao, can you still write novels?"

He looked at Guo Dapao's strong body like a hill and felt very funny, "Stop making trouble! Give me the ribs."

Jiang Dongliu is very familiar with Guo Dapao because he often visits this pork stall. Since the old stall owner got sick three years ago, the pork stall has been taken over by Guo Dapao. Although the pork sold is indeed conscientious, Guo Dapao acts vulgar and often swears, and does not look like a person with higher education at all. At this time, he heard him say that he wrote a novel, but Jiang Dongliu naturally doesn't believe it.

Seeing that Jiang Dongliu didn't believe it, Guo Dapao cursed: "Damn, why did I, Guo Dapao, have you deceived people?"

When he spoke, he reached out and took out a small USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Dongliu. "It took me a month to write this novel. You go back and take a look and help me publish it."

Jiang Dongliu was so angry that he heard him speak, as if it was natural that what he wrote could be published. He couldn't help but shook his head funny, "Cannon, writing things is not something that can be done overnight. If it is published, the quality must be acceptable."

He saw that Guo Dapao really handed him a USB flash drive, and it seemed that he had really written something. He curiously reached out to take it, "Did you really write it?"

"nonsense!"

Guo Dapao picked up a sharpening rod and rubbed it on the bone chopping knife, making a "clang clang" sound, "I am a college student after all, and I still have the ability to write books."

Jiang Dongliu didn't believe it, "Are you a college student? Are you a great college student coming to the vegetable market to sell pork?"

Guo Dapao stared at him and said, "What's wrong with college students? It's so difficult to find a job now. Several of my college classmates couldn't find a job after graduation. So they simply went to the technical school to learn a craftsmanship, and then they found a way to make a living. I went to school for more than ten years, changed seven or eight jobs, and changed them. After changing them, I found that the money I earned was not as good as selling pork!"

Guo Dapao raised his bone-cutting knife and chopped off a rib in front of him, put it into a plastic bag quickly, then waved it on the electronic scale, looked at it sideways, "Forty-nine-six, rounded it up, fifty!"

Jiang Dongliu couldn't smile bitterly, "People sell things and wipe off the fraction of the money to a repeat customer. Do you still round up your sales? Will you do business?"

Guo Dapao's eyes rolled, "If you like to buy it, don't you buy it!"

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it! I'll buy it!"

Jiang Dongliu knew that Guo Dapao had a bad temper but never faked the pork he sold. Even if it was a little more expensive, everyone was willing to buy it. The key is that this guy only sold 100 kilograms a day, not even one kilogram more. He was very arrogant, but the residents nearby even ate this set. When they came a little late, the meat was sold out.

Guo Dapao packed the ribs and handed them to Jiang Dongliu.

"I said, you are going to publish my book, and this pork waist is for you!"

Guo Dapao tied the two pig's waists with straw ropes and handed them to Jiang Dongliu, "This is considered as my bribe to you!"

Jiang Dongliu was speechless, "You're going to bribe me with this?"

He took the pig's waist and put the USB stick that Guo Dapao gave him into his pocket, "Wait until I go back and take a look. If you can't write it, even if you give me a hundred pairs of pig's waist, it's useless."

Jiang Dongliu couldn't help laughing when he said this, "You said you are a pork seller, why are you here to join in the entertainment industry?"

Guo Dapao held his cigarette in his mouth and said, "I wasn't going to write a book if I wasn't short of money!"

He waved to Jiang Dongliu and said, "Don't worry, this book must be wrong. Once my book is released, your publishing house will make a fortune!"

Jiang Dongliu looked stunned, "...You are so confident?"

Guo Dapao had a natural expression, "Nonsense, I don't know whether the books I wrote are good or bad?"

This is the busiest time in the vegetable market. Guo Dapao kept his hands, with both hands and two knives, cutting flesh, placing the score, collecting money, and working hard all the time. He took the time to talk to Jiang Dongliu, "I'll tell you, if your publishing house has me joining, you can wait to get rich!"

Jiang Dongliu shook his head, "Da Cannon, please be busy first, I'll leave first, I'll have to go to work even if I look back!"

Guo Dapao waved the bone-cutting knife in his hand, "Goodbye!"

"This kid!"

Jiang Dongliu smiled and pushed the cart away slowly in the crowded crowd.

At 8:30, Jiang Dongliu opened the door of the office.

When several editors in the office saw him entering the door, they all stood up, "Mr. Jiang is early!"

Jiang Dongliu waved his hand, "Sit down, sit down!"

He looked at a girl opposite him, "Xiao Liu, have you any manuscripts of better quality recently?"

The little girl named Liu Qiaoying. When she heard Jiang Dongliu ask questions, she stood up and said, "There are many people who contribute now, but there are not many copies that can make people shine."

Jiang Dongliu sat on the office chair and pinched his eyebrows, a little worried.

Now that the Internet is on the rise, paper media is declining, traditional books, newspapers and magazines are already in decline, and they are going bankrupt.

The Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House where Jiang Dongliu is located was the leading enterprise in the entire province and even the entire Daxia Kingdom ten years ago. However, in just a few years, its business has shrunk by more than ten times. The hundreds of employees have now reached only a dozen, and it has reached a difficult point.

Although their publishing house will not close down with the support of the state, no one is optimistic about its future and destiny. Even the editor-in-chief Jiang Dongliu feels dark.

"Although the decline of traditional paper media is related to the general trend of online media development, it mainly lacks good works that are refreshing!"

Jiang Dongliu sighed, "Everyone starts busy, and you will review your submissions carefully. Maybe there will be excellent works."

After a brief look, Jiang Dongliu sat at his desk. Thinking of the company's development prospects, he couldn't help but feel a lot of headaches.

He moved a little in the office chair, and suddenly felt his butt was so irritating. He reached out to touch his back pocket, and he touched a small USB flash drive.

"Huh? This is the USB drive given to me by Da Cannon?"

Seeing this USB flash drive, Jiang Dongliu remembered what Guo Dapao said to him in the morning, "This kid is fantastic. How great is it to sell your pork well!"

Looking at the USB flash drive in his hand, Jiang Dongliu couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I'll look at what good things are written in it!"

He inserted the USB flash drive into the computer interface, found the location and clicked to open it, and found that the USB flash drive was empty, with only one folder. After clicking on the folder, the name of a novel appeared in front of him.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"

Seeing the name of the novel, Jiang Dongliu smiled, "Is it a legendary story?"

Then he glanced at the author's signature behind the novel's name.

"Guo Dalu?"

Jiang Dongliu was stunned, "Is this the real name of this kid?"

He and Guo Dalu have known each other for two or three years, and have always called him nickname. It was not until now that he learned about his name.

"It turns out that people are as their name!"

Thinking of Guo Dalu's carefree appearance, Jiang Dongliu smiled and continued to drag the mouse to look down.

After reading two chapters, Jiang Dongliu showed a surprised and joyful expression on his face.
Chapter completed!