super star system

Murong Qingying was sitting beside Zhang Cheng's single bed, Zhang Cheng's voice was still echoing in her ears.

Win this game for me!
In the past, no one said anything like this to her. When she participated in the competition, she sang for herself, but today a boy actually told her that she would win the championship for him. Murong Qingying felt that her heartbeat suddenly became much faster.

"Okay, I'll do my best!"

Murong Qingying stood up suddenly, opened her schoolbag and took out her mobile phone. She continued to Zhang Cheng:

"Student Zhang, can I ask you to sing those two songs just now? I want to record them with my mobile phone."

When she said this, she was already very nervous. Although she looked indifferent on the outside, she was still quite afraid of communicating with outsiders in her heart.

"Ah? Okay... okay." Zhang Cheng stammered.

After recording these two songs, Zhang Cheng copied the lyrics of Hongdou's song on a small note, and then transferred the accompaniment of this song to Murong Qingying's mobile phone.

At this time, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening, and Murong Qingying looked at her watch and panicked.

He hurriedly said goodbye to Zhang Cheng: "Student Zhang, I'm so happy to be able to communicate with you today, but it's already so late now, if I don't go home, my family will be in a panic, I'll go first."

"You can stay for a meal and then go!"

Zhang Cheng wanted to persuade him to stay.

"Thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it, but the time is really too late, let's have a meal together at a later time... Oh, by the way, I still have a ticket for our top ten singers competition, you You can come and see."

Murong Qingying handed the cardboard tickets inside the schoolbag to Zhang Cheng, and hurriedly put the schoolbag on her back.

"Student Mo Lingling, do you want to go home? We can drop by the way together."

Murong Qingying asked Mo Lingling.

"Well, I don't worry about you two girls, I'll send you home."

Zhang Cheng put the tickets on the table and volunteered to be a flower protector.

By the time Zhang Cheng sent them back home, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Cheng lay on his bed and carefully looked at the ticket in his hand.

Even though it was just a simple ticket, it was the whole heart of Murong Qingying's assistant class.

There are only three days left in the top ten singer competition, and I don't know if Murong Qingying can sing this song "Hongdou" well. This song is Zhang Cheng's famous song that has been spread all over the country in his previous life, so it is naturally not so good.

Zhang Chengxin thought a little worriedly, just as he was thinking of making a call to Murong Qingying, his cell phone rang first.

This is another unfamiliar phone number, and the caller's place shown on it is the city where he lives now.

"Hello, hello. May I ask who you are?"

Zhang Cheng answered the phone and asked politely.

"Hi, hello, Mr. Zhang Cheng, I'm really sorry to disturb your rest at such a late hour."

There was an old man's voice on the other end of the phone, but his tone was still respectful, and Zhang Chengxin felt a little good.

"It's okay, I'm still awake anyway? By the way, are you?"

Finding that the other party didn't answer his last question, Zhang Cheng asked again.

"That's good." Zhang Cheng's tone suddenly eased when he heard the other end of the phone, and then he heard: "Mr. Old Chen, but it seems that your voice is not very loud, may I ask how old you are this year?"

When Zhang Cheng heard the other party talking about you, he felt a little bit of an advantage in his heart. Judging from the tone of the other party's voice, he was probably an elderly person, and he actually called him a 20-year-old you?

"Hi, old editor Chen, I am 20 years old, you can just call me Xiao Zhang, as for Lao Chen, I think it would be a bit of an advantage to you if you call me that."

Zhang Cheng said politely, but he immediately jumped up from the bed, showing his respect for the old man in his actions.

"You're only 20 years old?"

An extremely shocked voice came from the other end of the phone, as if he had heard a very terrible news!
"Yes, I'm 20."

The old man on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, it seemed as if he had picked up a treasure.

"You are only 20 years old, and you can write a masterpiece like "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". It seems that Mr. Zhang Cheng must be a genius who reads many books!"

"Alright... alright."

Zhang Cheng felt that he really took advantage of a big advantage, and that was the great advantage of the author of Romance of the Three Kingdoms!
But when he heard this, he also knew the purpose of the other party's visit. He probably wanted to sign a contract with his own Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Don't be modest, Mr. Zhang Cheng. By the way, when you are free, we will make an appointment to meet. We need your signature here."

"I'm still free recently, I wonder when you will be free?"

"Then I can come to you tomorrow. At noon, we will discuss the specific signing process at the Aishang Hotel. What do you think?"

"Yes, Aishang Hotel happens to be not far from my home."

Zhang Cheng cheerfully responded.

After borrowing money and buying a house, Zhang Cheng is now so poor that he only has 200 yuan left. Although he has signed a contract with Douyu Platform with an annual salary of [-] million yuan, the condition is that the money will be paid up to [-] yuan a month. Once in the bank, there is still half a month left!

Thinking in his heart that now he is slowly getting on the track, Zhang Cheng inevitably became a little excited and impatient.

Insomnia at night.

On the second day, the weather turned cooler. It was originally a hot summer, but the temperature dropped a little due to the rainy season a while ago.

Today, many students in the school wear long sleeves, and even some students with poor physique catch a cold and get sick because of it.

It seems that Li Shengming asked for leave today because he had a cold, and Li Xiumei, an old woman, kept sniffling her nose in class.

When I finally got out of class, I saw an Audi Q5 at the school gate. When the window was rolled down, there was an old man with black sunglasses and gray hair waving his old arms to greet him.

Zhang Cheng knew that this person was old editor Chen.

Sometimes Zhang Cheng also feels that fate is still very magical. It always makes strangers who have met by chance meet again, but meeting them again is more like close friends who have not seen each other for many years.

Zhang Cheng opened the door and sat in the back seat.

After sitting down, he began to look at the old man beside him.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Old Chen?!"

What the memory searcher brought to Zhang Cheng can be regarded as a bright mind. Although the old man sitting next to him changed into a black suit and sunglasses, he still couldn't forget that weird old man and that unprofessional man. Housing agency.

Mr. Chen took off his glasses, nodded slightly and said: "When I looked at your ID card photo, I felt that this young man seemed to have seen it somewhere, but I didn't expect it to be the young man who gave me a song .”

"I didn't expect that you are that old editor!"

Zhang Cheng said with emotion.

"If you look at it this way, it's not surprising that you can write about the young people who were there when the moon was bright, and write about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

Old Chen laughed thoughtfully.

Zhang Cheng saw that he took out the poem that Zhang Cheng wrote to him last time from his pocket, and saw that Mr. Chen's eyes kept wandering between him and the paper, and then he smiled boldly with big white eyes.

"It's the first time I've seen a talented young man like you. Not only is he talented, but even his life experience is beyond reach for an old man like me!"

"Mr. Chen, you are too modest. I still have a lot to learn and a long way to go."

"Judging from this modesty, I can assure you that within five years, your name will be popular all over the world!"

When he heard that Mr. Chen wanted to make himself angry, Zhang Cheng was not happy at first, but he quickly waved his hand at Mr. Chen and said, "Editor Mr. Chen, I don't want to reveal my identity to the public for the time being. If possible, this Three Kingdoms book Yanyi, I hope you can use my pen name to publish!"

"This... don't you want to be famous when you write a book?"

Mr. Chen said that he had lived most of his life, and it was the first time he heard that he was afraid of being famous.

"I'm just hoping to make some money writing a book."

Zhang Cheng said this matter very practically. To be honest, he has no interest in becoming a famous writer. The ultimate goal of coming to this world is to become a generation of superstars. How can writing novels delay his time? What about the future?

"He's really a literati with a stinky body."

Editor-in-chief Chen laughed jokingly.

"Who is not born for a little money!"

Zhang Cheng said that he is such a practical person. Without money, his road to becoming a star will definitely be more difficult. The high rent in Shanghai alone can make him breathless.

They quickly came to the Aishang Hotel where Zhang Cheng visited last time in the car.

After casually ordering a few dishes, they found a quiet box, and they began to discuss the details of the contract.

Chen Shiyu pushed a document that was one centimeter high in front of Zhang Cheng, and said:
"Brother Zhang Cheng, take a look at the contract and if there is no problem, you can sign your name directly."

Zhang Cheng said: "In this way, I feel more at ease with Mr. Chen's style. I didn't read this contract carefully. I just want to know how much is the share of the manuscript fee?"

"Our share of ordinary authors has always been five to five, and some even directly bought out his copyright, but Zhang Cheng's novel is extraordinary, and we value it very much whether it is a newspaper or a publishing house. Yes, so I will give you eight to three, you get the big share, and we will also give you free packaging, plus promotional work, you don't have to worry about it yourself."

Chen Shiyu replied solemnly.

"Okay, OK! I won't read the contract, I'll just sign the contract."

Zhang Cheng was about to write, when he suddenly remembered something, and said to Chen Lao: "Then what is the specific update time?"

"We update entertainment newspapers on Mondays every week, while we update magazines every Tuesday. You only need to update one chapter at a time." Old Chen is full of sincerity.

"No, this update is too slow, I can update three times a week, three chapters at a time!"