If you don't do it the other way around, you'll get sick

Let's publish Chapter 27, Chen Hou
On Chongwen Road, the street lights on both sides were dimly lit, drawing the shadows of Chen Hou, Zhao Yiren, and the little pink donkey.

"Chen Hou, have you ever thought about publishing this Journey to the West?

This book is very beautiful!

It would be a pity to let such a book remain unknown.

However, I also don't know your considerations...

This is just a suggestion, I can help you if you want.

My family owns an online novel company, you can first gain popularity through the online platform, and then publish it physically.

I can assure you that this book will be a very, very bestseller. "

After Chen Hou caught up with Zhao Yiren, he kept walking without speaking.

Zhao Yiren watched Chen Hou walking with his hat on and bowed his head. He wanted to speak and stopped many times, and finally broke the silence.

"Ah?! Published?"

Chen Hou was walking with his head depressed, when he heard the words, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Yiren.

"Hmm, good books should be seen by more people.

You may want to be low-key and don't like publicity.

But you are so talented, you shouldn't keep a low profile, you should show your talent.

Let more people feel the charm of your book.

That's more valuable, isn't it? "

Zhao Yiren nodded when she heard the words. She thought that Chen Hou didn't want to make public, so he only printed a book like Journey to the West for his own collection.

How did she know that this book was not written by Chen Hou at all, it was a reward from the Rebirth Notes.

And due to time constraints, he hasn't figured out what to do with this Journey to the West yet.

"Oh okay.

If you want it published, then go for it.

But there is one thing, the author's name of the book is marked as Wu Cheng'en.

Mouth Tian Wu, the acknowledgment, the grace of grace! "

After thinking for a while, Chen Hou said to Zhao Yiren.

Chen Hou thought, if Zhao Yiren has such a channel, let her publish it, which is just enough for the book Journey to the West to continue to shine in this world.

After the book becomes popular, you can also make TV series and movies.

Let the children know that there is a nagging monk named Tang Seng and a hero named Sun Wukong.

Also let the children know that there is another lazy pig named Zhu Bajie...

Zhao Yiren was right. It would be a pity that such a work as Journey to the West would not be published in this world.

And not only that, Chen Hou also just realized what the Rebirth Notes mean by giving him Journey to the West is really cheap for him.

Journey to the West, the Four Great Classics, nothing in this world, this is money!

"I know, it's your pen name, right, Wu Chengen.

It's on the cover of this book. "

Zhao Yiren became brisk when he heard the words, and waved Journey to the West in front of Chen Hou.

"Ahaha, is it?"

Chen Hou was a little embarrassed, but he didn't know how to explain it.

I can only laugh dryly and look embarrassed!
【Uncle Wu Chengen, don't blame me!

In this world, he does not have you!

If this book is not mine, who else can it be?

Don't worry, Journey to the West has made money, I will share with you what I say...]

Chen Hou turned his head, pursed his mouth and thought to himself.

"Yeah, I always read the author's name before reading a book.

By the way, give me your bank card number and ID number.

The Journey to the West has already been finished, and it can be arranged tomorrow. "

Zhao Yiren didn't know that Chen Hou was apologizing to the author of the original work, she said to herself.

If Zhao Yiren arranges the publication, he doesn't have to worry about other things, he only needs to give his ID number and bank card number.

Chen Hou is just waiting to collect the money.

If this matter was not arranged by Zhao Yiren himself, but only relied on Chen Hou to do it by himself, then even Journey to the West might be drowned by this world.

Good wine is afraid of deep alleys...

"Okay, I'll give it to you later!"

Chen Hou also realized at this moment, this is simply like being given a hot pillow just after dozing off.

With Zhao Yiren's family background, arranging the best promotion channels for Journey to the West is just a matter of one sentence.

The rest depends on the quality of Journey to the West itself.

After so many years of baptism, Journey to the West is still regarded as one of the four great masterpieces.

Its own quality speaks for itself...

[No wonder it is said that marrying a good wife can save a man from struggling for a lifetime.

With such resources, for ordinary people, it is not a matter of struggling for a lifetime.

That is many, many lifetimes...

Hey, the man who marries Zhao Yiren in the future will be hated by men! 】

Chen Hou replied, feeling extremely emotional in his heart.

"Uh-huh…"

Zhao Yiren nodded, and his steps suddenly became lighter, jumping up and down.

Just jumped two steps, suddenly remembered something, turned around to face Chen Hou, and walked backwards.

"By the way, give me your phone number, and add the Penguin number for easy contact.

Next time if there is something to do, you don't have to shout loudly, or make me wait aimlessly. "

As Goddess Zhao Yiren spoke, the expression on her face seemed not so beautiful anymore.

"Add now...

Forget it, I will send you to the dormitory later. "

When Chen Hou saw this, how could he dare to be negligent, and he answered quickly.

Then, he pushed the little pink eDonkey with one hand, and took out his mobile phone with the other.

However, seeing that Zhao Yiren's left hand, right hand and back were all occupied, he shook his head and took back the phone.

"Ok!"

Zhao Yiren's tone was as brisk as his footsteps. Hearing this, he turned around and continued walking with bouncing steps.

And Chen Hou looked at the back of Zhao Yiren who was slightly ahead of him, and the Qingsi dancing with the girl, and murmured in his heart.

[Damn it, I won't have any problems with my heart in this life.

How do you jump so fast...]

This guy obviously misunderstood, he confused the difference between a heartbeat and a heart attack.

"On the first day of sending the goddess, this product is already doing well.

To communicate with the goddess, haste makes waste.

Well, let's take a break for a while.

When I send it off tomorrow night, it won't go so smoothly..."

Rebirth Notes has already picked out the skin, which is a kid suit.

The 2000 yuan has been spent, and now the rebirth note finally doesn't feel a little sad.

[No wonder my son likes money so much, it's different when he has money. 】

After murmuring in a low voice for a while, the Rebirth Notebook took down the Rebirth Notebook above his head, waved his hand and appeared with a mirror.

It looked at its own appearance in a suit in the mirror, thinking so.

……

"My lord, my lord...

Are you still there, sir? "

On this side, Zhao Yiren and Chen Hou walked side by side, and on the other side, Zhao Yiren's housekeeper was having a video call with his master Zhao Baokun.

Everything about Chen Hou and Zhao Yiren, except their voices, fell into Zhao Baokun's eyes.

"My little baby has not been so lively in front of me for many years.

How many years, haven't walked with me like this.

How many years?How many years? ! "

The housekeeper asked, and Zhao Baokun on the other end of the video call roared angrily.

Hearing the words, the butler cursed in his heart, isn't it just the few days of school, when the lady was at home, you took the lady for a walk every day.

It's just that he dared to think about it, but he didn't dare to say it.

"call…

It seems that my little baby is quite tempted by this kid.

No, I can't watch it anymore, the more I look at it, the more my heart hurts.

Hang up!
Ah, by the way, keep an eye on me, if that kid dares to do something to my little baby.

Just give him to me!

Ah, I can't sleep tonight, I can't sleep..."

Zhao Baokun's tone was solemn and stirring, with a hint of pain, a trace of helplessness in the pain, and a trace of resentment in the helplessness.

Mumbled and hung up the phone.

Poor parents all over the world, the butler put down his phone and shook his head...

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(End of this chapter)