Sister, you miss me

"Hu Xiaolin!" shouted a boy behind.

Hu Xiaolin was taken aback, but she immediately heard the boy's voice. She slowly turned around and raised her eyebrows: "Jin Yulong, you are surprised and want to die!"

Jin Yulong smiled maliciously: "Hu Xiaolin, I have seen it all."

"See... What do you see?" Hu Xiaolin showed a trace of panic.

"I got it right, you actually got together with an uncle."

"Jin Yulong, please keep your mouth clean. What does it mean to get together?" Hu Xiaolin was not flustered, but full of anger, "Furthermore, he is not an uncle, at most, he is a big brother."

"It's all right. He drove you to school by himself. Isn't this going together? Big brother!" Jin Yulong ignored Hu Xiaolin's anger and pretended to shiver. Goose bumps all over the place, do you call it that way in bed!"

"You are shameless!" Hu Xiaolin cried angrily, covering her mouth, and ran to the classroom.

"Brother Long, what's the situation?" a 37-headed ATV walked over and asked.

"The girl who lacks father's love actually likes an uncle, isn't she driving a Grand Cherokee?"

"Brother Long, what's the matter, you are no worse than an uncle! Hu Xiaolin can be regarded as a commoner of our third middle school, but it is her blessing to see her in the identity of Brother Long."

"That's how you think, that girl always ignores me, and now she's been taken first by others."

"Brother Long, I said that you are too gentlemanly. You don’t need to be gradual when picking up girls. In this society, there are more wolves and less meat, and hands are fast and slow. Put it later."

Jin Yulong was dumbfounded: "If you don't have feelings, how can you bring it down?"

"There are so many ways, do you want to listen, do you want to take revenge on the girl who doesn't know how to praise."

Jin Yulong took a deep breath and brought his ear to Sanqitou's mouth.

...

The next day, Yang Feng downloaded a template of a work authorization agreement on the Internet, signed and stamped it on behalf of Party B, and asked Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian to take the agreement and ten thousand yuan to go to Dong Yongcheng for signature.

However, Yang Feng contacted Xinchang's executive director through Wang Datong's introduction. The director was very enthusiastic, but it was difficult to understand a Minnan dialect. He asked Yang Feng to send him a manuscript for him to see.

Yang Feng sent 200,000 words on the spot. After waiting for an hour, Yang Feng felt so nervous.

The phone rang and Yang Feng was connected. Director Xinchang was a little excited. He said that although the author is a newcomer and unknown, he has a lot of skill and good writing. He wants to publish, but the number of words is still a little bit short at present. Counting words, I am willing to cooperate.

Yang Feng asked: "Director Liao, if this publication copyright is sold to you, what price can you offer?"

"Hmm..." Director Liao pondered for a moment, "Sixty thousand words, this is indispensable."

"Thank you, I think we will have a chance to cooperate." Yang Feng said happily.

With Director Liao's words, Yang Feng has a bottom in his heart.

Director Liao also said: "Xiao Yang, you are a friend of Datong, so I will say a few more words. There is an old saying that "the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys". In fact, this is outdated. This good work is like good wine. If you want to get the most economic benefits, you have to promote, gain popularity and increase visibility."

"Director Liao, I don't understand this!"

"Of course you don't understand, but someone is doing this professionally." Director Liao paused, "I will introduce you a website, Tiandi Chinese Website. Although the website is not big, it is specific enough. As long as the work is excellent, they will spare no effort. To promote operations, you can consider stationing in the past."

"Thank you so much. I'm sorry to have delayed you so long."

"You are polite, please contact me again when you have time."

In the evening, when eating in the cafeteria, Qin Xue and Wang Bingqian reported on the signing.

Qin Xue said: "When Dong Yongcheng signed, his hand trembled."

Wang Bingqian said: "When I took out 10,000 yuan, the family of three cried."

"a family of three?"

"Yes, Dong Yongcheng, Hu Cuihua, and Guoguo."

"What does Guoguo know?" Yang Feng said with a smile.

"She may not understand, but she is howling and crying loudest." Qin Xue shrugged.

"Dong Yongcheng and Hu Cuihua are weeping with joy." Wang Bingqian smiled, took a deep breath, looked at Yang Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, are you doing charity, or are you looking at Xiao Lin?"

"Oh my God, Qianqian, why do you think of me like this? Didn't you read Dong Yongcheng's text? I bought out all his copyrights, it was to make money. Is my mind so gloomy? I'm so profitable and unscrupulous ?"

"I also watched "Dead Qin" a little bit, I can only say it's okay, brother, how can you guarantee that you will make money, and you have already started to pay him the manuscript fee!" Qin Xue expressed her opinion.

"The publisher has read the manuscript. They are willing to pay a price of sixty. I have already earned it."

"Then why don't you sell it?" Wang Bingqian asked.

Yang Feng shook his head: "Two of you, you are also senior executives at any rate. Can you take a long-term view? I have an intention now that we also build a literary website ourselves, under the name of Fengxue Group Culture Entertainment Media Co., Ltd. "

"Fengxue Group Culture and Entertainment Media Co., Ltd.?" Qin Xue was stunned: "Where is this stuff?"

Wang Bingqian smiled and shook her head: "There are no chickens, just talk about the eggs."

"Which one is the chicken or the egg, it's not necessarily true!" Yang Feng smiled, "You two will make a statement, do you agree?"

"You are the boss, you have the final say, but you should consult your CEO." Wang Bingqian said grimly.

"My CEO has been out of touch for a long time. Well, let me call and try."

As a result, Dracula still did not answer.

"Look, don't answer my phone calls, and obviously don't put me as the chairman of the board in the eyes, so don't worry about this kind of CEO."

Qin Xue smiled and said, "Do you dare to fire people? Aunt Feng has already prepared a tens of millions of annual salary."

"Hehe, I'm just talking about it. Besides, Dracula will not leave me." Yang Feng is very confident about this. He and Dracula are not just an employment relationship.

"Why?" the two girls said in unison.

"Well! It's a secret." Yang Feng smiled and sold it off.

"Virtue! We are not interested, you can eat slowly, bye."

Before going to bed that day, Yang Feng received a call from Hu Xiaolin.

Hu Xiaolin said, "Big Brother Yang, I have seen your agreement with Dong Yongcheng."

"Well, any comments?"

"I... just want to be clear."

"what?"

"Dong Yongcheng's writing is really good, really worth so much money?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh-yeah-you answer yes or no."

"I refuse to answer, time will prove everything."

"It means nothing."

"Any question?"

"Gone."

"Then I ask you a question."

"what?"

"Why did you get out of the car yesterday and run away?"

"Wh...Isn't I afraid of being late!"

"It turned out to be so, I thought I was the one who caused you trouble."

"No...no."

"Nothing is fine, there is a word, I wanted to tell you in the car yesterday."

"No, don't say it!" Hu Xiaolin covered her ears.

"Girl, what are you excited about?"

"I...I am still young, and I will grow up to eighteen."

"What mess, where did you want to go!" Yang Feng couldn't laugh or cry: "Xiao Lin, don't you think I want to confess to you!"

Hu Xiaolin defaulted.

"My God, this is how you see your Big Brother Yang?" Yang Feng shook his head disappointedly, "What I want to tell you is that Dong Yongcheng looked at you because he made you a character in the novel."

"It turns out that this is what you want to say."

"What do you think! The children's thoughts are too complicated, which is really worrying! It's getting late, go to sleep."

"Oh, good night, Brother Yang."

...

In the next week, apart from attending classes, Yang Feng was browsing various novel websites to study their welfare and traffic.

Soon, Yang Feng came to a conclusion.

The benefits of small websites are often more practical, with more benefits that can be seen with the eyes, and are more suitable for newcomers, suitable for new authors who desperately want to get a copy of the manuscript, usually with higher attendance.

The big website is more humane, focusing on development, focusing on long-term interests, and the author's professional security.

The Tiandi Chinese website mentioned by Director Xinchang and Liao lies between the two and should belong to the second echelon of novel websites.

All copyrights of Dong Yongcheng's "Death of Qin" were bought out by Yang Feng. Therefore, he studied these websites not to change the copyrights, but to find a powerful and sincere platform for cooperation.

Of such a major decision, Yang Feng certainly wanted to hear Dracula's opinion. However, every day, the guy just didn't answer a phone call, and Yang Feng started to mumble, what kind of plane the guy was doing.

This week, Dong Yongcheng's submission volume remained at an average of 40,000 words per day.

After another week, that is, at the end of November, the northern capital ushered in the first snow of this winter, and the real winter came.

On Saturday, heavy snow flew and sprinkled throughout the day. The highest temperature during the day did not exceed zero. In the evening, the temperature dropped sharply and the roads were blocked by snow and ice. On the weekend, traffic in the city was almost paralyzed.

Yang Feng watched the evening news. The road was very lively. In addition to the municipal department and the sanitation department, even fire officers and soldiers, PLA commanders and local armed police forces joined the battle of Qingxue.

In front of the TV camera, the relevant leaders of the Municipal Party Committee and the Municipal Government also showed their faces, cordially condoned the frontline cadres and workers, and pretended to shovel a piece of snow.

Yang Feng was cynical about the current abuses, and Qin Xue called: "Brother, do you remember what day it is today?"

"Today? Ah!" Yang Feng slapped his head and shouted: "Xiaoxue, I'm sorry, why did I forget."

"Remember it? Don't worry, I won't blame you."

"Xiaoxue, you are twenty years old, what do you want, my brother will give you a gift."

"I can't remember my exact birthday, but I will always remember that today, ten years ago, if my brother hadn't taken me in, I would have frozen to death in the ice and snow."

"Without your sister, I would lose a lot of excitement in my life."

"It's true, it's not to coax people, you haven't despised me as a burden, but I have delayed a lot of your peach blossoms."

"Peach blossoms are luck, but there are also catastrophes. These things may not be enough if they are too many, but they should be enough." Yang Feng smiled and invited Qin Xue, "Brother, please go to the Starbucks at the back of the school to sit down."

"Without sister Qian?"

"No, just our brother and sister."

"Okay, give me ten minutes!"

"Don't worry, I don't know you yet?"

"Brother! Hate! Now, I need twenty minutes."

"Misfortune comes from the mouth, it's true, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Ten minutes later, Qin Xue braved a little wind and snow, curling up towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng smiled and greeted him, the same wind and snow, the same people, just like ten years ago...