Wuling people: Soak your feet, I'll go.

This thing is the most powerful thing in the world: I happened to be in the Demon City, so I went with you.

Wu Suomanjiang: I just like drinking tea, and I will drive to the Magic City immediately today.

Helpless this year: @大地官网, didn’t you just leave two days ago?

This world is the most famous: Can’t I go back today?

That year's Mingyue: I wanted to go, but unfortunately it was too far away.

......

Also on this morning, Wang Youliang Yun returned to the village with the 300 copies of "Huaxia Emperor Chat Group" that he had just obtained from the local Xinhua Bookstore and sent one copy to each of them.

"With Liang, your Aren is really the reincarnation of Wenquxing!"

"Oh, it's not that exaggerated. My family Yongren likes it normally, but when he was studying in No. 1 Middle School, he didn't even get a major exam. I didn't expect that when he went to college, he really wrote his own book and didn't study in vain when he was in high school."

“…”

On October 7th, the last signing meeting of National Day was in Hangzhou. Wang Yongren, who had been away for most of the day, returned to the hotel to rest for a while, and then went to Sister Han’s appointment.

"Brother Yongren, congratulations on your new book being sold!"

Sitting in the private room of Louwailou, Han Xiaozhu, wearing a blue base shirt and a gray half-body skirt, raised his wine glass and congratulated the handsome little writer at the same table.

It was only more than a month since she saw this handsome writer, and Han Xiaozhu's heartbeat accelerated a little more.

"Thank you, Sister Han."

He raised the red wine glass, Wang Yongren smiled and thanked him, and then continued to do it.

After the first six days of sales, the sales volume of the second volume of "Huaxia Emperor Chat Group" has exceeded 1 million, and the sales growth rate is far better than that of the first volume.

Of course, this is also thanks to the National Day holiday, and there are more than 1,000 bookstores that are simultaneously listed. At the beginning of the first volume of the "Huaxia Emperor Chat Group", there were only about 600 bookstores on the shelves.

Taking advantage of the National Day holiday, many parents have time to take their children to bookstores to buy books. Historical themes that are popular among junior and senior high school students can easily make parents pay for it.

Led by the hot sales in the second volume, the sales of the first volume of "Huaxia Emperor Chat Group" also rose against the trend, showing an upward curve. Yesterday it exceeded 40,000 copies, and in the first six days of October, the sales exceeded 180,000 copies.

"Xiaozhu, when are you going to let Aren's new book be released?"

While eating the dishes, Dong Qincheng asked with a smile.

"Aren, how is your new book written?"

Without answering his friend directly, he picked up a piece of fish for the handsome guy with his husband. Han Xiaozhu asked with a smile.

"It's almost done, and there are two or three chapters to end. The main thing is to follow-up revisions, which should be completed this month."

Wang Yongren gave a conservative period for his youth of only 200,000 yuan.

"Then let's go Christmas. We must let the popularity of "Huaxia Emperor Chat Group" be reduced a little, so as not to lose the main character."

After receiving the reply from the handsome guy, Han Xiaozhu, who had eaten the food, said the date of the new book he had booked.

For girls’ new books, you have to choose a more emotional day so that they can willingly pay for the bill with their wallets.

“It’s almost the same in late December.”

Nodding, Dong Qincheng was quite satisfied with this date.

"Wu Yao from Xingxing Media is preparing to create a list of rich writers. Aren, do you want to be on the list?"

During the meal, Han Xiaozhu talked about a news in the industry and sought the opinions of the handsome guy himself.

Just like the so-called Forbes Pig Killing List, if this writer rich list is released, it will surely provide a considerable reputation for the well-known writers on the list.

Of course, whether to go to this list or not, you still have to consult my opinion to get more accurate data.

With Wang Yongren's pre-tax income of more than 7 million in two months, it is not difficult to enter the top ten writers' income this year, and it may even surpass Han Han, the most popular young writer in the past two years.

"No, it's better for me to keep a low profile."

Hearing this, Wang Yongren refused without hesitation.

Compared with wealth being revealed in front of others, Wang Yongren prefers to develop in a low-key manner and slowly accumulates his own strength.

If he is a new writer, he will be on the list and surpass Han Han, who has been popular for many years, it will definitely be a very eye-catching hot topic.

If he is too high-profile, the business of running an online store will easily be exposed, and even the small superman hardware store with Wanci necklace will be revealed.

Although this is a normal business behavior, in the eyes of the "models" of the moral commanding heights, it is definitely a stain that is difficult to tolerate.

At that time, under the guidance of those who are interested, once a general public opinion trend is formed, it may cause his career to fall to the bottom.

"I also think it's better to be low-key."

Knowing that the other party was running an online store privately, Dong Qincheng expressed his satisfaction with her handsome young writer's cautious and low-key attitude.

"That's fine, I'll turn around and say hello to the other side."

After looking at the handsome guy with admiration, Han Xiaozhu settled casually.

If the other party doesn’t give face, then don’t do this ranking.

"Thank you, Miss Xiaozhu, I'll give you a cup."

Listening to the other party's affirmative tone, Wang Yongren knew there was no problem and raised his glass to toast the other party.

"You're welcome."

After a sumptuous dinner, at the suggestion of Sister Han, the three of them went to the Sky City Club and started the second half.

There are all kinds of fruit trays, snacks, wine and drinks, and a special luxury private room worth hundreds of square meters, except for the princess wearing black stockings.

However, looking at the textured black stockings under Sister Han’s gray skirt and the fleshy stockings under Sister Dong’s knee-length skirt, Wang Yongren felt that they were even better than those princesses who were just younger.

There is a saying that time never defeats beauty, and temperament is the real beauty.

What's more, the two young ladies are only nearly thirty years old, so they can only be said to be mature babies!!!

"Sing one."

After the waiter left, Han Xiaozhu handed the microphone to the handsome guy beside him.

"good."

Without outsiders, Wang Yongren was not pretentious. He took the microphone and ordered the Cantonese version of King Li's song "Will you come tonight?"

"Maybe I'll be reunited with you in my life,

Acquaintance is not accidental in the vast crowd.

Even though I know that one day you might abandon me and leave..."

Since we have to let the two young ladies take care of us in the future, Wang Yongren naturally has to use his strengths to win their favor.

The age of Sister Han is the most irresistible one is a handsome young man who can sing Cantonese songs, with his lethality!

In my previous life, I was with my second nurse girlfriend who liked Hong Kong films. In addition to all kinds of short skirts and professional outfits, I would go to the mini KTVs in shopping malls and cinemas from time to time, and I also practiced Cantonese skills well.

"Can you sing "Love in the Storm and Rain"?"

After the other party had a rest for a while, Han Xiaozhu, who had chosen a song, handed the microphone to the handsome guy again.

"Can you get a little bit."

"uh-huh."

"It is difficult to relieve all kinds of sorrows, and we have a strong love for each other."

"The sea of ​​love becomes vast, and the infatuation encounters the cold wind."

“…”

The duet ended with affection in his eyes. Before Han Xiaozhu could have a drink with the other party to celebrate, Dong Qincheng next to him fucked and pulled the handsome guy over.

On this night, Wang Yongren didn't know how much wine or how many songs he sang.

I only remember that in the end it was wrapped in gentle nostalgia, and in the indescribable waves, there were not only one small boat or two small boats.

Just like that song, driving a small boat to the rivers and lakes, laughing and pride are kings and princes...

The pressure that has been under a backlog of several months since its rebirth was released this night.

"Forehead......"

Opening his heavy eyes, Wang Yongren looked around and knew that he was not in the hotel room, but in the lounge of the Sky City Club.

After feeling the air conditioner's contact with the skin of his body at close distance, he recalled a little misty impression last night.

Of course he was not completely drunk. A man who was really drunk could not control the rudder of the sea.

However, Wang Yongren also indulged himself last night, and he really drank a little, and his memory was a bit slight.

Turn on the bedside lamp and put on the silk nightgown in the closet. Wang Yongren opened the curtains, and a dazzling sunlight shone into the room, making him subconsciously squint his eyes.

This sun is a bit tall!

After checking my phone, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. Wang Yongren, who had no clues, went into the bathroom to take a shower, washed it, and then changed into a short-sleeved shirt and trousers with the burberry logo in the closet.

"Sir, you are awake, I will have someone bring you breakfast."
To be continued...