Entertainment: After sleeping for 12 years, he is still a god when he wakes up!

On the second day, although the popularity of the topic on Weibo did not decrease at all, Zhao Hui no longer paid so much attention to it.

Early in the morning, Zhao Hui went out wearing a peaked cap and a pair of sunglasses. His popularity is getting higher and higher. The possibility of being recognized on the street is too great. He doesn't want to be so high-profile go out.

At this time, he was holding a black bag in his hand, and inside the bag was his manuscript of "The Nine Parts of Heavenly Blood".

Yes, he already has the idea of ​​publishing this classic from his previous life. Martial arts resources in this world are too scarce, which directly leads to a lot less content that can be played in TV dramas. He wants to set up an entertainment company. At that time, movies and TV shows will definitely be indispensable.

Let "Heavenly Blood Nine Parts" come out first, so that everyone can get an idea first. When his martial arts TV series comes out in the future, there will be no need for too difficult publicity. After watching him yesterday, I learned about some publishing houses in Suicheng .

In the end, he still decided to publish this new book at 'Suiyue Publishing House'. Firstly, Suiyue Publishing House is the largest publishing house in Suicheng, and it owns a lot of bookstore resources. There will definitely be no fewer distribution channels for his novels; Come on, Suiyue Publishing House is famous enough, as long as it can promote it, this book will become popular.

This is not because he has no confidence in "Nine Bloods of Heaven", but because there are so few martial arts in this world!No matter how good the quality of "Nine Bloods of Heaven" is, it may take a long time for it to stand out. Zhao Hui doesn't want to wait so long.

Soon, Suiyue Publishing House arrived. When Zhao Hui walked in, he saw a few people chatting in twos and threes, looking quite deserted.

"Okay, okay, don't sit still, someone is coming!" When they saw Yang Le, they quickly stopped chatting and drinking tea.

"Sir, are you here to buy books?" At this moment, a middle-aged man ran up to Zhao Hui, but his tone was not so good, and he seemed a little impatient.

Zhao Hui frowned slightly, and said, "No, I'm looking for cooperation and publishing."

"Publish?" The middle-aged man was taken aback, and his attitude seemed to have improved a lot. These days, the author is the god of their publishing house!

The author has a book to publish, and their publishing house can make money, so he changed his smiling face and asked: "What is the name and type of the book that you want to publish, sir? Please put the manuscript on the front desk first, and I will give it to you immediately." Ready to register you." The attitude changed so quickly!Zhao Hui glanced at this man with some displeasure. He didn't like such a person very much, but he couldn't delay big things for a little thing.

He said: "What I want to publish is a martial arts novel called "The Nine Parts of Heavenly Blood"."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment, I will register for you..." The man smiled and took out his pen, but just when he was about to write, he stopped and looked at Zhao Hui with some doubts. : "Wait, sir, what novel do you say you want to publish?"

"Martial arts." Zhao Hui frowned, feeling more and more unhappy.

"Martial arts? Oh, that's right. I don't have the authority to control martial arts novels. Please wait here for a while. When the editor arrives, you can find him again." The man's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees. The enthusiasm just now turned into cold eyes all of a sudden.

"Why? Is it troublesome to register?" Zhao Hui asked, holding back his temper.

But the man obviously didn't answer him, and ran directly to the other friends.

"Come on! Let's continue!!" Looking at this scene, Zhao Hui's eyes were gloomy, and he was ignored like this?
Is the word martial arts so scary?Helpless, he had no choice but to sit aside and wait. He must complain to the front desk later. His attitude is so bad!
Time passed slowly, Zhao Hui was sitting there, listening to music and playing with his mobile phone.

"Oh, he's still waiting!"

"Don't care about him so much, who asked him to publish martial arts? Whoever accepted this order is an idiot! Let him wait slowly!"

"Hey, are there still people writing martial arts these days? It's really self-inflicted."

"Who knows, maybe it's a passionate idiot."

"Hush! Keep your voice down, it's not good to be overheard."

Seeing that Zhao Hui was still waiting, several receptionists began to mock one by one.

After Zhao Hui heard this, he didn't turn against them. He just felt a little surprised that martial arts...has really fallen to this level?Will it hit the street as soon as it is published?

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit ran in hastily.

The complexions of the front desk staff changed, and they stood up one after another: "Hurry up! The editor is here!"

When Zhao Hui heard this, he glanced at the middle-aged man, and it turned out that this was the editor.

He walked up with the manuscript and said, "Hello."

The editor was stunned for a moment, and a bit of astonishment appeared on his eager face, "Hello, may I ask if you are..."

"I want to publish a novel, so I want to see if your company can help." Zhao Hui said with a smile.

"Publishing? The front desk should be able to solve it!" The editor was stunned for a moment, and said a little strangely.

At this time, Zhao Hui could only smile wryly: "They heard me say that I would publish martial arts novels, so they ignored me..." Originally, he thought that some kind of editor would at least show him the manuscript. Confident in the past, but the result was unsatisfactory. As soon as the editor heard that it was a martial arts, his face immediately pulled down.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry. What about you... It's not that I belittle you. These days, unless it's written by a master, anyone who writes martial arts will lose money. I advise you to leave and change careers while you are young." The editor After mocking Zhao Hui, he ignored him and walked directly towards the editorial department.

"Hahahaha, did you hear that, even the editor refused to publish it for him, isn't your choice wise?"

"Is this called wisdom? As long as you're not stupid, you won't publish it, right?"

Seeing Zhao Hui's rejection, several receptionists were also gloating and talking, but at this time, Zhao Hui's face was completely gloomy.

Wuxia, if it has not fallen to such a point, does it really have nothing to do with these publishing houses?
Zhao Hui snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Suiyue Publishing House, which had hoped for it, is dead, so what publishing house should I find?Other publishing houses, probably like Suiyue Publishing House, look down on martial arts, right?

Zhao Hui was really helpless at this time, feeling like he had money and no place to spend it. It was so difficult to find a publishing house for such a good novel!
Just a few steps out of Suiyue Publishing House, at this moment, an eager figure ran towards Zhao Hui.

With a bang, the two collided.

Zhao Hui took a few steps back, and the manuscript he was holding was scattered on the ground.

The man fell to the ground, got up quickly, and said to Zhao Hui: "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, I accidentally bumped into you! I'll pick it up for you!"

Zhao Hui glanced at the man, he was a middle-aged man with glasses, he looked anxious, he didn't know what he was in a hurry for.

"It's okay." Everyone apologized, and he was fine, so naturally he didn't plan to fuss too much.

I have to go back and find a way, how can I publish it?
At this moment, when the middle-aged man picked up Zhao Hui's manuscript, his eyes naturally caught the content inside, and saw his hand tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but look up at Zhao Hui: "Excuse me, are you... An author?" Hearing what the man with glasses said, Zhao Hui was taken aback.

"Author? Eh. I guess..." The author is so pitiful that he can't even find a place to publish it.

When the man with glasses heard this, a touch of excitement immediately appeared on his face. He picked up all of Zhao Hui's manuscripts and looked at Zhao Hui with some excitement.

"This, is this the manuscript you wrote?"

"Uh, yes, what's the matter?" Zhao Hui was a little unhappy.

Why is this person so wordy, pick it up and return it to me, I'm in a hurry!But the man with glasses obviously didn't intend to return it. He took the manuscript and read it several times, but he didn't know where to look.

His face became more and more excited: "You, have you found the publishing house?"

Another publisher!Hit the sore spot!
Zhao Hui smiled self-deprecatingly: "There is probably no publishing house willing to publish martial arts novels. I'd better take them home and entertain myself."

"Don't! Don't! Never! It's better not to publish it, it's better not to publish it..."

As soon as the man with glasses heard Zhao Hui's words, his face immediately changed, then he stopped Zhao Hui, and then with a smile on his face, he said to himself...

Zhao Hui was not happy when he heard it. What is it that is not published?Is this hitting him?
The man with glasses caught Zhao Hui's expression and knew that Zhao Hui had misunderstood, so he quickly said: "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong! Actually, I am the editor-in-chief of a publishing house, and I just want to read it. Your book...can you read it?" Can’t it be published by our publishing house?”

There is a saying that goes, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, and gold will always shine!
Zhao Hui was stunned for a long time when he heard what the man with glasses said, straightened up so soon?Shine so quickly?Finally someone is going to publish it for him!

Zhao Hui was a little excited in an instant, but he didn't show it. After all, it's very important not to express his emotions or anger. He looked at the man with glasses and asked, "What publishing house are you from?"

The man with glasses seemed a little embarrassed, and his voice was also a little softer: "Lingyun Publishing House, just established, is not a big publishing house." Well, no wonder there are still publishing houses that want their own martial arts novels. just set up.

For a newly established publishing house, it is very difficult to obtain manuscripts, so how can we choose genres?

Zhao Hui was speechless.

At this time, the man with glasses seemed to be afraid that Zhao Hui would be unhappy, so he quickly said: "Although it has just been established, we are confident that we can do better! I just accidentally read some of your manuscripts. Based on my 20 years of experience in the industry Look, I can be sure that as long as this novel is published, it will definitely be a classic!" This is true, and Zhao Hui felt a little better when he heard it.

Bole, sure enough, there are still, but this Bole is too... let alone.

Of course, Zhao Hui doesn't mind this anymore.

After realizing the predicament of martial arts novels, he was no longer picky about the publishing house.

Looking at the sincere eyes of the man with glasses, he couldn't help asking: "Are you really going to publish my novel? This is martial arts, and it is very likely that it will hit the street."

Hearing this, the man with glasses waved his hands again and again, and said, "It's okay! Although I only read a little bit in the middle, I am really confident in this novel! As long as you publish it for us, even if it really loses money, I won't blame you. !" I have to say that Zhao Hui was really moved by the sincerity of the man with glasses.

Whether the attitude is true or false, he can tell at a glance.

"Okay, so... shall we talk?"

The man with glasses was excited: "Okay! That's good! I've just completed the formalities of opening a publishing house, so you can come to our publishing house and have a chat. When the time comes, you will be the first author of the publishing house!"

Zhao Hui didn't care about these, but he cared more about the attitude of the man with glasses. Soon, they came to Lingyun Publishing House.

I have to say that Lingyun Publishing House is much smaller than Suiyue Publishing House.

However, the staff at the front desk were very serious in their work and brought tea soon.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, the place is a bit small, please don't mind the poor hospitality." The man with glasses said apologetically to Zhao Hui.

"It's okay, I'm just here to find a publication, not a house."

"This gentleman is humorous. My name is Ling Wenshu. I have liked literature since I was a child. May I ask who you are?"

"Zhao Hui." Zhao Hui took off his glasses with a smile and said, identity can't be concealed for long, and the final signing will definitely be exposed. Zhao Hui has already thought about it.

"Oh, Mr. Zhao Hui, let's talk about the contract now." Ling Wenshu said with a smile as if he had never had Zhao Hui's name.

And Zhao Hui was embarrassed for a moment... It seems that he just thinks he is famous.

But at this moment, the girl at the front desk suddenly said, "Ah! ' With a sound.

She took a notebook and ran to Zhao Hui's side: "You, you are Xiaohui! Can, can you sign it for me? I am your loyal fan!"

"You know me?" Zhao Hui was a little surprised at the moment, and the little girl said with a blushing face, "D-of course I do. I like listening to your songs very much!"

Ling Wenshu was a little surprised: "Mr. Zhao, it seems that you are quite famous!"

The little girl looked at Ling Wenshu in surprise: "Editor-in-Chief, don't you know Xiaohui? I remember that you really like listening to his songs "Father" and "Chasing Dreams"!"

Upon hearing the little girl's words, Ling Wenshu stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Hui: "You, you are the author of those two songs? Xiaohui?"

Zhao Hui can't laugh or cry, it seems that he has become a 'star' who is not popular!Zhao Hui nodded with a smile: "Yes, brother, I'm really sad that you only recognize me now."

Zhao Hui signed the name for the little girl, and the little girl ran away happily.

Ling Wenshu also realized his embarrassment, and could only wipe the sweat from his forehead with a wry smile: "I'm so sorry, I was only obsessed with novels and didn't pay much attention to celebrities, so I didn't recognize you."

"It's okay, I can't force everyone to know who I am? But brother, if I sign the contract, I have one more condition, which is my identity, and don't let others know it for the time being." Ling Wenshu was a little surprised when he heard it. Looking at Zhao Hui.

"Why? You are a big star. If you use your name to promote it, many readers will definitely buy it!"

Celebrity is not a joke. Zhao Hui is very clear about this. There was such a thing in his previous life. A celebrity with enough fame can publish a book, no matter how nonsensical the things he writes are the same, and his Fame is enough to attract his fans to buy it. This is the fan effect, but these are not what Zhao Hui wants. He hopes that the classic books of his previous life can create a world in this world with excellent quality. He is worthy of the classic name, of course, and more importantly, he doesn't want to expose himself too much yet.

Seeing Zhao Hui's insistence, Ling Wenshu had no choice but to sigh secretly, because if Zhao Hui's name is there, there is basically no suspense for the book to sell well.

Of course, his confidence in "Heavenly Blood Nine Parts" is still very strong.

"Okay, let's talk about the contract."