The cross-border king of entertainment

Chapter 130 0130, fate is so wonderful

New York, 46th floor of IMIA Daxia, editorial department of Haidiao Literature Network.

Alisa received the news of the new book released by the crossover king immediately.

Even at twelve o'clock at night, she sat up from the bed, took out her mobile phone, and opened the pandahuawen.com app.

"Western magic?"

Alisa frowned when she saw the title and introduction of the book.

This means that Panda Huawen.com is about to hit markets outside China.

Although the traffic of pandahuawen.com has already surpassed that of Haidiao Literature.com, it still depends on the domestic traffic of Huaxia, and the overseas traffic accounts for less than 10%.

On the contrary, Haidiao Literature.com collects a large number of novels of fairy tales, martial arts, and fantasy to open up the Chinese domestic market.

"The European Middle Ages is the background, and the witch is the main element... But what does this 'farm culture' mean?"

Driven by curiosity, Alisa clicked on the text of "Let Go of That Witch".

Five chapters, more than 2 words, read it in a blink of an eye.

Alisa frowned even more.

People who don’t understand the subject matter of Western magic or haven’t read a few such novels can’t find anything interesting in the [-]-character text, but she is different. Together, I have read countless novels, among which the two categories of fantasy and science fiction are the most.

It can be said that she was deeply attracted and wanted to see the follow-up very much.

"This book will definitely become a hit in Europe and America."

This is Alisa's evaluation of "Let go of that witch" after being silent for a while.

That's right, it can be seen from the [-]-character text that she has this ability, and her vision has always been very accurate.

She changed her eyes and pressed a series of numbers on her mobile phone.

"Hey, Peter..."

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A new week begins.

Yunfeng would set aside two days a week to participate in an hour of club activities in the afternoon, that is, to guide club members.

He also learned a new wind instrument "Saxophone", with a special skill [Comprehensive · Wind Instruments], and made rapid progress.

This afternoon, just as Yunfeng came out of practice room 1005, and was about to go to the library to meet Tang Yu for dinner, he received a call from Zheng Rong.

"Hello, is it Xiaoyun?"

"Brother Zheng, is the comic studio ready?"

……

Yunfeng thinks that this is the only thing that Zheng Rong is looking for him.

But, only five days have passed, is it so fast?
I only heard Zheng Rong reply: "The people are almost recruited, and it should be able to operate normally next week."

Yunfeng urged a little bit, and said: "Then trouble Brother Zheng, it's best to publish the first issue of comics before mid-June."

No reminders, the system only gave him 30 days to raise the achievements of the cross-border profession [Cartoonist] to 1000. He didn't want to lose this profession.

Zheng Rong didn't know why Yunfeng was in such a hurry, but he was a shareholder of the magazine anyway, and this matter was not difficult to do, so he replied: "Don't worry about this, I will contact the printing factory and the comic website Alright, when the version number comes down, you can send it over.”

Hearing this, Yunfeng was relieved a lot.

Zheng Rong was disturbed by his question just now, almost forgot the business, and said quickly: "I called you because I have something to tell you."

"Ah, I thought it was about the comic studio..." Yunfeng laughed dryly, and said, "Brother Zheng, tell me."

Zheng Rong continued: "It's like this. The three-year National Short Story Contest opened the submission channel on June 6st. In previous years, our magazine society accepted some short stories for the competition. I don't know if you are interested. "

Yunfeng blurted out, "Is there any bonus?"

Zheng Rong smiled and said: "Of course, the first prize is 50000, the second prize is 30000, and the third prize is 10000... Those who enter the top twenty will be included in the Huaxia short story collection."

Yunfeng was naturally interested. Not only would he get a bonus, but he would also be able to improve a lot of achievements in his main job [writer], so he immediately replied: "Yes, I will write a few articles and send them to your mailbox."

"Okay, that's all there is to it, bye."

"Bye-Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Yunfeng was thinking about what to write.

Short stories are generally between 3000 and 10000 words. It is not easy to write despite such a small number of words.

Suddenly, a voice like a wind chime sounded: "What are you thinking, so engrossed?"

Yunfeng looked up, Tang Yu was looking at him with a smile, then smiled slightly, and said, "I'm thinking of you."

Tang Yu smiled and said, "Ghosts will believe you."

Yunfeng said seriously: "I plan to participate in the National Short Story Contest. I was just thinking about what to write."

Tang Yu asked in surprise, "Can you still write novels?"

Yunfeng lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I am the cross-border king."

Hearing this, Tang Yu stood there in a daze, staring straight at him. Those smiling eyes were as deep and mysterious as the night sky, and nothing could be seen.

The corners of Yunfeng's mouth were slightly curved, with a faint smile, his eyes fixed on her face, and he asked, "Don't you believe me?"

Tang Yu smiled, tugged at his arm, and said, "Xin, Xin, my stomach is growling, let's go eat."

It seems unbelievable...

Yunfeng smiled helplessly.

However, after walking two steps, Tang Yu stopped, tilted her head to look at him, blinked her eyes, and asked, "Do you like Bi Yao, or Lu Xueqi?"

"Ah? This..." Yunfeng suddenly ran out of talent, flustered, and the root of his tongue became short.

Tang Yu, on the other hand, burst into a bright smile, saying: "You are too cruel to Zhang Xiaofan."

Yunfeng chuckled, and said: "Although Zhang Xiaofan's life is not perfect, it is also wonderful, isn't it?"

The two walked to the cafeteria.

However, after walking a few steps, Tang Yu stopped again.

Yunfeng asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Tang Yu bit her lower lip and said, "I'll tell you a secret. I'm actually Nan Yuanli Meng."

This secret also stunned Yunfeng, but he quickly digested it, smiled narrowly, and said, "Impossible, "The Great Confucian Man" is written in such a traditional way, and the writing style is so sophisticated, Nan Yuanli Meng must be at least 30 years old." .”

"Oh." Tang Yu gave him a light punch, and said angrily: "You are only 30 years old. It took me two full years just to check the information and write the outline, and even though I didn't participate The college entrance examination, but my grades are not bad, okay, I have always been the representative of the Chinese class, as for the national short story competition you just mentioned, I won the first prize last year."

Seeing that she was very cute when she was angry, Yunfeng stretched out his hand to scratch her nose, and said, "I'm kidding you."

Only then did Tang Yu come to his senses, snorted through his nostrils, and said, "You're dead."

Yunfeng quickly changed the subject, and said, "So, we've been married for a long time."

"Sometimes the fate between people is so wonderful, it happens inadvertently." Tang Yu sighed, then wrinkled his nose and said, "Am I the last to know?"

Yunfeng hurriedly said: "No, absolutely not, my parents don't know yet."

Tang Yu asked curiously, "Why didn't you tell your parents?"

"Yeah?" Yunfeng asked without answering, "You didn't tell your parents either?"

"You were the first to know, and I didn't even tell Mengwei." Tang Yu nodded, and said, "If my parents know that I still have extra time to write novels, they shouldn't arrange a few more piano and guqin lessons. .”

Yunfeng said dumbfounded, "Your parents are really strict with you."

Tang Yu said flatly: "That's not true, but when they get to university, they are not as strict as before."

This is contrary to Yunfeng, his parents did not interfere too much in his studies and life.

The two came to the cafeteria and ordered food.

While eating, Tang Yu asked, "Have you decided what to write to participate in the National Short Story Contest?"

Yunfeng asked back, "What about you?"

Tang Yu replied: "I don't intend to participate in this National Short Story Contest. I didn't expect to write a good story."

"That's it." Yunfeng thought for a while and said, "How about I write our love story?"

Tang Yu blushed slightly, and said, "It's hard to win the first prize for a love story."

Yunfeng pondered for a while, his eyes lit up, and said: "Then... I will write a story to solve the case."

In his previous life on Earth, "Detective Conan" was an anime he liked very much. There were more than 1000 episodes without a single episode. Although he couldn't remember 99% of the cases, there were two or three that left a deep impression on him.

It just so happens that a case can be written down in [-] words if it is simplified.

(End of this chapter)