When he heard that Liao Yuan came here to sign a contract with Changhong Publishing House, Hu Fangyong was a little surprised, but also refreshed. In the industry, Huaxia Book Company was much more famous than Changhong Publishing House, and he was sure to come up with more
Excellent conditions to seize the opportunity.
So he smiled and said: "Mr. Liao, you have to shop around for everything. Choosing a suitable publishing house to cooperate with will definitely lay a solid foundation for Mr. Liao's future popularity."
After finishing speaking, he said to Hou Jie: "Editor-in-Chief Hou, you don't mind, do you?"
Hou Jie touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "Do I mind if it's useful? Old Hu, Old Hu, I've known you for more than a day or two. You are the cat that smells fishy smell. You just catch good things.
Won’t let go.”
Hu Fangyong smiled: "I don't like your description very much, but I think 'where there is a will, there is a way' suits me better."
"How about the two chief editors, plus me?"
There was movement outside the door.
Everyone turned around and saw a woman wearing a peaked cap, sunglasses, a black silk scarf around her neck, a white sun protection jacket, and black and white spotted casual pants. She opened the door and strolled in.
She is about 1.7 meters tall, has a slender figure, and is carrying a red backpack, as if she is a traveler walking along the way.
At this moment, when I walked into the house, I put on my slippers and took off my sunglasses.
Ignoring the strange looks from others, she calmly took off her peaked cap, and the next moment, her long, glossy black hair fell down.
Many people say that a woman is most beautiful when she lifts her hair, and this is no exaggeration for this woman.
The slender hand was raised, and the hair was quickly tied into a ponytail, and then casually stuck with a hairpin. As a result, the entire face was exposed to everyone's eyes in an instant.
Her skin is like jade, her cheeks are pink and blushing, and between her brows and eyes, she is full of charm and innocence.
The pretty nose and small cherry mouth set off the perfect oval face.
"Everyone..."
The woman smiled delicately, obviously used to this kind of scene: "I'm not late, am I?"
Facing this magnificent beauty, all the males present felt their breath suffocate.
Even Liao Yuan couldn't help but take a second look.
In his opinion, this woman is second to none in terms of appearance and figure, even in the beautiful entertainment industry.
But he finally noticed the details.
No one is perfect...
This woman's eight-figure step is also really coquettish...
Hu Fangyong came to his senses immediately, coughed, and said with a smile: "Dong Ling, since we parted ways at the last China Reading Summit, I'm afraid you and I haven't seen each other for a year, right? I didn't expect to meet you here.
The style of the past is still there today, which is gratifying and congratulatory.”
"What's so congratulatory? If you spend half of your salary on maintenance every month, I'm sure you'll be a handsome guy too."
Dong Ling snorted and put her backpack at her feet. Ignoring everyone's strange looks, she walked up to Liao Yuan and stretched out her hand: "My name is Dong Ling. I am the deputy editor-in-chief of Tang Dynasty Publishing House. This is the first time we meet. You
good."
Liao Yuan was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to shake hands: "Hello."
The skin is cold.
This was Liao Yuan's first feeling.
He wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that it was held tightly by Dong Ling, who asked curiously: "Why don't you introduce yourself?"
"My name is Liao Yuan."
After Liao Yuan finished speaking, he suddenly realized: "You don't know me? Then you just..."
Dong Ling let go of Liao Yuan's hand and smiled: "Hey, I'm just joining in the fun, can't I? Let me guess, you must be a writer, and a new writer who has suddenly emerged, because in the entire writer industry, anyone who is somewhat famous
, I know almost all of them, let me think about which new writers can make Editor Hu miss you recently..."
Dong Ling suddenly remembered something and looked into Hu Fangyong's slightly anxious eyes. Then she looked at Liao Yuan with some surprise, her eyes gradually filled with light: "Are you the writer Liao who wrote "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"?
?”
Before Liao Yuan could speak, Hu Fangyong suddenly shouted: "How do you know?"
Dong Ling flipped her hair and said proudly: "Editor Hu, since you asked so honestly and sincerely, I will tell you with great compassion. In the past few days, have you been frequently clicking on Writer Liao's Weibo post in the middle of the night?"
praise?"
Details determine success or failure.
Hu Fangyong covered his chest and felt like vomiting blood.
Liao Yuan found it a bit interesting, but he also felt that a beautiful woman who was too smart also represented a greater danger. After all, the ancient curse of beautiful women bringing disaster to disasters was no joke.
So I silently took a step back and kept my distance.
"Well, since I am Writer Liao, I will join in the fun. Editor Hu, this time...?" Dong Ling winked at Hu Fangyong.
When Hu Fangyong heard this, he shook his head like a rattle: "Dong Ling, your Tang Dynasty Publishing House has recently signed many red books, including this one, but our Huaxia Book Company is hungry for good books. "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is
I set a goal a long time ago. I ran all the way from the imperial capital to the East China Sea for "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". This time I won't give in at any cost. You don't have to blink with me. This time I am in a strong position.
must."
Dong Ling groaned, and sat at a tea table to make tea for herself. While making tea, she said: "Writer Liao, the three most powerful publishing houses in the country are now in front of you. Others
I can’t tell you about the publishing house, but the sales channels of our Tang Dynasty Publishing House are second to none in the entire Southeast Asia. We have hundreds of stores throughout Southeast Asia, and we also have the largest online bookstore in the country, even in North America, Europe, etc.
Our tentacles can easily touch the land. As long as it is a good work, it will be easy to sell overseas, so... you know? When a successful writer chooses a partner, he should choose the best one!"
Hu Fangyong's face looked a little ugly.
This Dong Ling is already in her early thirties, but she still looks like a girl in her twenties. She has always maintained her childlike appearance. She is like a fairy who has become a spirit. Many people are deceived by her appearance.
Yes, trust was easily entrusted.
Dong Ling is very well-known in the industry, even second to none, and is the hottest topic of conversation among many colleagues after dinner.
She was a war correspondent ten years ago. Later, after switching to an editor, she became the deputy editor-in-chief of the largest publishing house in the country in less than ten years.
This is enough to illustrate Dong Ling's ability.
In the field of editing, there are very few people with outstanding looks, but Dong Ling was a surprise.
In the past ten years, she has signed too many red books.
In 2018, Chang Wu, the third world-class writer in China to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, was also seduced by success in a few words from Dong Ling. For his first work after winning the award, he abandoned the original publishing house and turned to Tang Dynasty.
The publisher signed a new book publishing contract.
This incident caused quite a stir, and the original owner, Changhong Publishing House, was furious and sued Tang Dynasty Publishing House for unfair competition, but ultimately lost the case.
After all, there have been countless such incidents before, and they will never stop happening in the future.
All sources come from Dong Ling.
Therefore, Hou Jie, the editor-in-chief of Changhong Publishing House, remained silent when he saw Dong Ling.
He was afraid that he would not be able to stabilize his emotions and would be beaten to the ground by Dong Ling again...
This is a Taekwondo master who practices thirty-nine in the winter and three in the summer.
Even though those jade legs are slender and attractive, even a 200-pound man can't bear a roundhouse kick if he lifts his foot.
Not only Hou Jie, Hu Fangyong also obviously realized the fear of being dominated by Dong Ling when he was anxious.
At this time, when I heard that Dong Ling started lobbying again, even though she was gritting her teeth in her heart, she still smiled, guarded against arrogance and impetuosity, and then slowed down her tone and said: "This is wrong, Mr. Liao, our Huaxia Bookstore's channels are not good either.
Worse, our layout at home and abroad is no weaker than that of the Tang Dynasty. In addition, I think that although writers are noble, they are still human beings after all, and they also have to maintain their lives. So, let’s not consider other factors first, just "
The three of us will discuss the signing conditions of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" in detail here and let Mr. Liao make his own choice. Mr. Liao, what do you think of this proposal?"
Liao Yuan nodded and said: "I agree."
Seeing this scene, Lai Yibai couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart. He patted Liao Yuan on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging look.
In the corner, watching the three major publishing houses discussing contract details with an unknown new writer, it seemed that he was no longer in his eyes. The famous suspense novel writer Pi Jianzhou couldn't help but squat in the corner and draw circles...