Light Snow to Beginning of Spring GL

This discussion on the title of the new book has been going on for more than two hours. The content of the book has long been carefully checked by the copy editor from head to toe like a steady woman delivering a baby. It's a good time to come down, it's difficult for whoever is named.

Is it so difficult to name the child?This is really not difficult, all children have fathers and mothers, the difference is that those who are educated are called Jintao and Jinping.Those who are uneducated, like a big cow or a second dog, are also born.

As far as the books are going to be listed, the name given to the baby by the parents may not be effective.

What works?

It's money.

How could a name like "Ancient Court Empress and Concubine" be able to sell money with a name as easy to understand, full of explosive points, and a bit erotic as "What Loves You, My Three Palaces and Six Courtyards"?

Sven sweeping the floor?Culture bows to the market?

The author of the book, history professor Wei Qingbing firmly disagrees with the publishing house tampering with the title of the book?

Pooh.

"Professors who want to line up to publish a book are almost standing in Tongzhou from Di'anmen, but no matter how many people there are, how many of them will have economic benefits?" The deputy director of a certain department, Liang Wenyi, who is in his 40s, has always been an editor. A book that sells well and has made a lot of money. A master who knows current affairs and a Montblanc watch on his wrist can explain the problem.

"But this is a serious orthodox historical interpretation book, and this name has nothing to do with it." Editor-in-chief Song Li, over 30, hard-working, graduated from the history department of a certain university, and started pointing at the TV after watching costume TV dramas, saying The props are wrong, the costumes are wrong, and the actor’s beard is wrong. Watching it makes him lose his temper. The co-tenant turned off the TV in fright.

"Can you guarantee this will sell?"

"Why can't we guarantee it? There are so many fake historical books nowadays, and what readers need is the truth of history. As long as we pack it well, do publicity, and ask celebrities to recommend it, we can sell it."

"It's too simple for you to think."

"My planning was perfect."

"You can't at all!"

The noisy pot of porridge on the stage made He Xueyan's ears numb.

When she thought about it, she blamed herself. Seeing that the subject of the harem was in such a mess, she wanted to hurry up and find an author to follow suit and publish a similar book. With a little packaging, it would be easy to produce some small results.Helpless, when I mentioned it to the editor-in-charge, Song Li, he began to criticize this overflowing, that pretentiousness. Speaking of his teacher's historical and academic attainments, he was so excited that he almost jumped off the [-]th floor. Printed with the teacher's name.

He Xueyan felt that although Song Li was a psychopath in character, everyone would gnash their teeth and stay away from him, but his seriousness in doing things was like an ascetic monk practicing Buddhism, making people kneel down for him.It may be that Song Li was deeply moved by the teacher-student relationship at the time, so he agreed without paying attention, and published a book for his teacher who had devoted himself to classical Chinese for decades, so that he would be famous before he died and rest in peace after death.

The headache was in the back. When she first saw the [-]-word manuscript, she almost thought she was dazzled. My mother, what she wants is Daji, the imperial concubine, Zhen Huan, Ruyue and others. , The story of the prince.But there was a heavy stack in his hand, it must be "Guan Zhui Bian"... He Xueyan wanted to scold Song Li for blood.

The results of it?Seeing Song Li holding the manuscript of his teacher, he felt like he was insane, and his mouth was full of rare things. This is the Chinese orthodoxy, the demeanor of a master... Look, look, Xueyan, you have to help, like this Professor, his manuscript is not published, I am really heartbroken.

The opponent's loyal dog was tearful and full of enthusiasm.

He Xueyan was afraid that if he couldn't publish it, he would be hacked to death by Song Li, a psychopath.The matter has come to this point, whether it is to complete the orthodoxy of China, or to be moved by the deep love between master and apprentice, thanks to He Xueyan's scholarly life, in order for the old professor to change this manuscript into a harem text that junior high school students can understand, he almost ate at the professor's house I lived there for a month, squatting every day to let the old man who is blind and deaf read model essays.

What is a model essay?That is to turn on the TV at noon every day and let him watch "Lectures of Hundred Schools", and let the old man figure out how to write the words with a Hunan accent.Please compare Yi Zhongtian's ability to talk, Yu Dan Niping's sensationalism, and Tonghua's ability to make up, it's almost kneeling and knocking.

With this effort, not to mention publishing a book, three or five babies can be born, as long as the family planning permits.

He Xueyan is elegant and beautiful, with a quiet personality and a noble family background, so many people yearn for her, but she is still a widow at the age of 29, and it is not for nothing that she has to worry about these messy things at work.This is the time for her to do business, so she ran to help Ye Luzi desperately.When it's time to get rich, she spreads it out, when it's time to enjoy happiness, she is unlucky, and when it's time to get married, she can't find a suitable partner.

For example, when people were arguing, He Xueyan was silent again.She was still afraid of making a sound. Although Song Li was notorious and not very good at dealing with people, she was not doing well. It didn't mean that she couldn't speak the truth, didn't know how to lie down, and didn't know how to coax others.

She wanted to, but God gave her too few opportunities.

"Editor He, please tell me your thoughts." Liang Wenyi was very polite when he came to the female colleague. Regardless of his higher official title than He Xueyan, he first made a small fuss and got down.

"Me?" He Xueyan smiled awkwardly, she really didn't want to find trouble for herself, and was about to say, I think it's appropriate to be called Sangong Sixth Court, and it can indeed buy money.Looking back, I saw Song Li's expression of going to hang Meishan to protect Chinese orthodoxy, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "It's better for the professor to choose the name himself, and let's respect the author occasionally, so let's promote it as an orthodox book. I see Song It’s a good idea to have a plan.”

Song Li's face was full of smiles, his eyes were crooked behind his heavy glasses.

In this way, Liang Wenyi's persistence seemed to be dispensable, and He Xueyan uttered a few words to save face, and smiled apologetically, "I'll just offer an opinion, everyone's brainstorming, and I don't count what I say. "

"If you count, why don't you count? You are Mr. Xu's daughter. A tiger mother has no dog daughter. If you agree, then there is no problem." Song Li spoke quickly.

I don't know if he is really stupid or pretending to be stupid. He said that this person is ignorant of current affairs and stubborn.

He Xueyan had goose bumps all over her body, she was afraid of hearing her mother's name at work.

Her mother, Xu Liping, was the former editor-in-chief of a large publishing house in the capital, an old friend of many cultural celebrities inside and outside the country, and many writers sent manuscripts full of typos, all of which were corrected by her mother word by word. How many talents and beauties have been taught by hand, and the rarest thing is to be good at calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose. The masters of contemporary calligraphy and painting can be called a wonderful flower in the literary and art world.

Although my old lady has already retired, the remaining power is enough for He Xueyan to spend two lifetimes in the publishing house.

"Hehe." He Xueyan knew that no matter how earth-shattering he had done in the publishing industry, even if it was such a brilliant thing about digging up Cao Xueqin's last forty times from which grave, she said her mother was Xu Liping, and all the smoke cleared in an instant. Yes, all her hard work is attributed to the fertilized egg conceived by her mother.

The discussion meeting broke up unhappy, and He Xueyan knew that she had somehow offended several Sesame and Mung Bean leaders.She didn't say anything on the surface, but in fact she was almost scolded from head to toe in her heart, and she was scolded by her great-grandfather who had made revolution with Mr. Sun.

What is she drawing?The old gang can't get a good favor.

Song Li heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Thanks to you, Xueyan."

"We are partners, so I should help you." He Xueyan sighed in her heart. If Song Li was not allowed to fulfill her wish, she would not have a peaceful life in the future.

"I... Xueyan... I'm stupid, I don't know how to speak, I know you broke your leg because you published a book for my teacher, I thank you very much." Song Li hesitated to speak, bowed his back full With a smile on his face, he wanted to please his master just like the eunuch next to the concubine.

"This is work, there is no need to thank you." He Xueyan miscalculated. She followed Song Li's editorial room just to find a clean place, hoping to simply make a few books, not to be popular in the market, or to get literature if she didn't plan. Award, not trying to mingle with celebrities, just want to feel at ease, not to praise those stinky salted fish writers.

"Xueyan, it's not just thank you." Song Li scratched his head anxiously.

He Xueyan took a look at him, Song Li's protruding throat moved, his tall and thin figure stood there like a pole, and he said to the beautiful and elegant He Xueyan, "Xueyan, are we friends now?"

He Xueyan wondered why she said that, and said, "Didn't you ask me last month if I could be friends with you, and I said yes."

"Then you... why don't you eat with me, go shopping...my mother is here this month, she wants to see you." Song Li's tongue tied nervously: "She wants to see how we are doing..."

"Wait." He Xueyan made a big turn of the head, vaguely aware that something was wrong: "Aren't you talking about ordinary friends?"

"I'm talking about male and female friends... It's just that I didn't say the word male and female..." Song Li was nervous.

"What international joke are you making?" He Xueyan's facial muscles were as stiff as if he had been botoxed.

The two stood on the side of the corridor in a daze, and Yan Fei from the next group happened to pass by.

Yan Fei's beautiful long chestnut hair reflects the warm winter sun from the glass window, her face is charming and delicate, and she maintains a smile. She wears a taupe-colored suit, black stockings, stiletto heels, and a thin and straight collarbone under the collar of a white shirt, which contrasts with her pointed jaw. , white skin, red lips, and a pair of moist eyes. In terms of appearance and temperament alone, if He Xueyan is the eldest wife married by the media, this Yan Fei is the concubine who came in from a certain garden.

Although their natural temperaments are not compatible with each other, it does not prevent these two people from being quite close.

"Mr. He, he wants to be a white wolf with empty hands, and he wants to marry you with two stupid words. Don't listen to his nonsense, if you don't marry a rich man, you have to find a writer. If you can't do it, a local tyrant can do it." Yan Feihoujing said You can tell the wind by listening to the sound, and stared at Song Li with bright eyes and said: "Your trick, you were born 100 years earlier and your name is Xu Zhimo, and you were born 100 years later. Xu Zhimo is a curse word for his poor level."

Song Li opened his eyes wide, and spoke after a long time of soreness: "Yan Fei, you... what are you talking about!"

Yan Fei got straight to the point, smiled and said: "What to say, let Xueyan choose, see if she will go to see your mother with you at night, or disappear from your eyes now, and go shopping with me."

Song Li didn't speak, and He Xueyan and Song Li didn't have much to say. It was basically like grabbing Yan Fei's arm and impatiently saying, "Yan Fei, I'll go with you!"

In the end, Yan Fei patted Song Li on the shoulder and said with a friendly smile, "You have self-knowledge. You think about this sentence. In reality, there is no such thing as seven fairies chasing down poor men."

He Xueyan was able to get out of the sea of ​​flames quickly, thanks to having such a clear-headed and clear-minded girl. Although she is two years younger than her, she can do whatever she wants, and she is a good sister who is better than her own sister. All dear.