Lou Sidong crawled and led him to Cao Weidong, pulling on the corner of Cao Weidong's clothes.
"Play...play."
Lou Xiao'e came over and picked up Lou Sidong and said softly.
"Little Sidong, be good. Dad is at work. How about we go over there and play?"
Lou Sidong burst into tears and held on to the corner of Cao Weidong's clothes with his little hands.
Cao Weidong took out a small rubber ball from his pocket like a magic trick and coaxed.
"Do you want to play ball?"
Xiao Sidong stopped crying all of a sudden.
Looking eagerly at the ball in Cao Weidong's hand, eager to try.
Cao Weidong threw the ball away.
Xiao Sidong climbed down from Lou Xiao'e and chased the ball.
Lou Xiao'e breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Cao Weidong, and asked with concern on her face.
"Weidong, you have been writing for a long time, do you want to take a break?"
Cao Weidong smiled.
"No, I'll just write for a while."
Lou Xiao'e felt a little distressed and wanted to say something, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Xiao Sidong starting to be naughty again. She immediately didn't care to say anything and walked in the direction of Xiao Sidong.
"Hey, how many times have I told you, you can't play with this..."
Cao Weidong smiled and continued working.
I wrote for a while again.
Finally, Cao Weidong stretched out and looked at the thick pile of manuscripts beside him, feeling extremely satisfied.
This is the first work he wrote after careful consideration.
Kill the Immortal!
This novel tells the story of the growth experience of Zhang Xiaofan, an ordinary boy under Qingyun Mountain.
The whole novel is cleverly conceived and magnificent, opening up a unique and charming fictional world of Eastern fairy tales.
The plot has ups and downs and the characters have distinct personalities.
"Zhu Xian" brings together love, family affection, friendship and the magnificent struggle between good and evil, and the battle of fate. The writing is beautiful and the story is vivid.
Some fans even commented that this book is enough to be called the "Three Wonderful Books on the Internet" along with "Journey to Piaomiao" and "Legend of Xiaobing", and is also called "the martial arts bible of the post-Jin Yong era".
At the same time, this is also Cao Weidong’s favorite online novel in his previous life.
It is the enlightenment book for his online novels.
In his previous life, Cao Weidong often took the lunch money he finally saved and went to the small bookstall next to the school to rent a book, and then read it day and night.
Rely on the memory of past lives and your own polish.
He finally created the first volume of "Zhu Xian".
"Master Xiao, I'm sorry..."
Cao Weidong silently apologized in his heart, then walked out of the study and called Tom up.
Tom said very respectfully:
"Dear Mr. Cao, what are your instructions?"
Cao Weidong said directly.
"Mr. Tom, I am a writer. I have completed some creations over the years and plan to publish them."
"But I'm not very familiar with Hong Kong City, so I hope you can help me connect."
A flash of realization flashed in Tom's eyes.
It turns out that Mr. Cao is a writer.
No wonder the fight is so fierce......
That’s weird!
In his impression.
Writers are a bunch of lonely, difficult guys.
A rich, handsome man like Cao Weidong must be just for fun.
Tom asked.
"Mr. Cao, what theme are you writing?"
Cao Weidong said.
"Xianxia Novels."
"Xianxia?"
Tom shook his head inwardly again.
Although he is an Englishman, he can be considered half a Hong Kong citizen because he has lived in the Hong Kong city all year round.
In Hong Kong City, the best-selling literary works are martial arts novels.
As for Xianxia, he has never heard of it.
This book won’t be a hit once you hear it.
However, he still patted his chest and promised.
"Mr. Cao, leave this matter to me. I happen to have a few friends who work in newspapers and magazines. I believe they will be happy to serialize your works in magazines."
Cao Weidong smiled and handed over a wad of Hong Kong dollars.
"Thank you very much. These are tips."
Tom reached out and pinched it.
So thick!
My darling is worth half a month’s salary, right?
Feeling the thickness of the banknotes, Tom's eyes lit up with joy.
After receiving the tip from Cao Weidong, he didn't waste any time and went straight out to take care of the matter.
It wasn't until late in the evening that Tom brought an old man into the suite...
......
Ding Pinghou looked around the luxurious Suite No. 1, couldn't help but swallowed, and felt a sense of inferiority in his heart.
How can someone who can live here write a novel?
He looked at Tom suspiciously.
Tom introduced the two of them with a smile.
"Mr. Cao, this is Mr. Ding Pinghou, who is also the founder of Hongya Magazine."
"Hongya Magazine has been in existence for nearly ten years and is one of the oldest and most well-known magazines in Hong Kong."
Then he looked at Ding Pinghou.
"Uncle Ding, this is Mr. Cao Weidong Cao I told you. He is a writer of fairy tales."
Cao Weidong took the initiative to say hello.
"Mr. Ding, please excuse me. I have written a book and want it published in a magazine."
"No trouble, no trouble."
Only then did Ding Pinghou realize that Tom had not lied to him.
He coughed twice, adjusted his mentality, and asked: "Mr. Cao, I don't know what category of Xianxia you are talking about?"
Cao Weidong added.
"Oh, it's a novel similar to Journey to the West, Liaozhai, and Legend of the Shushan Swordsman. The name of the novel is Zhu Xian."
Ding Pinghou coughed twice in embarrassment.
Just by hearing the name, this book is destined to hit the streets.
He knows books like "Journey to the West" and "Liao Zhai".
But the subject matter is too old, and not many people in Hong Kong are willing to watch it.
As for "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman".
He had also read it, and was attracted by the grand world view in the book, as well as the swordsmen flying over the walls and performing heroic acts of justice.
I have to say, this is a good book.
It's a pity that acclaim and success are two different things.
I heard that Mr. Wen had planned to adapt "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman".
But what’s the result?
It's been several years, but not a decent work has been produced.
Ding Pinghou’s roundabout reminder.
"Mr. Cao, we can serialize your story. There happens to be a vacancy in the magazine, but the results of this book..."
Cao Weidong said.
"It doesn't matter, as long as it can be published in a magazine, I'll be satisfied."
Ding Pinghou nodded and continued: "Actually, according to the regulations of our magazine, all submitted works must be reviewed by the editor, and only after passing can they be published in our magazine."
"You are a friend of Mr. Tom, and Tom and I have been friends for many years. Logically speaking, I can make a decision on this matter directly."
"But our magazine has express regulations, so..."
Cao Weidong heard the string and knew its elegant meaning.
He took out the manuscript and handed it to Ding Pinghou.
"Mr. Ding, this is the first volume of the Zhu Xian novel I wrote. You can read it."
"In addition, as long as my work can be published in your magazine, I am willing to pay an additional fee. I am totally grateful."
Logically speaking, if a novel is published in a magazine, you will receive royalties.
But Cao Weidong used the back door.
In his heart, like Ming Jing, he knew that if he didn't shed some blood, this little old man would never publish his work.
After receiving Cao Weidong's promise, Ding Pinghou said with a smile on his face.
"Okay, let me take a look at your work first. As for the labor costs... we can talk about it later."