Back to the teenage years

Chapter 570: We Can Talk

It is late at night on the river bank.

The gilded screen was half-closed, lanterns were swaying, and a warm yellow light was leaking through the carved wooden window. The girl at the intersection of everyone's eyes had fair skin, delicate features, and was full of the clarity of a young girl.

After Qian Hui understood what was going on, the reporter looked at Chu Jian, and his skinny face with a strange complexion forced out an exaggerated smile, like a wrinkled and barely stretched skin: "Student Chu Jian, you are very capable. Teacher Liu's comments just now seem to be accurate and to the point. Isn't that right, Teacher Liu?"

"This..." Liu Zhenming coughed twice, picked up the teacup and said: "It's nice to meet you, classmate. Your poems are indeed very realistic and powerful, and your sense of life is primitive and spiritual."

"Teacher Liu is right. The charm of this poem is extraordinary. He is worthy of being the editor-in-chief of Peking University's "Wenming Lake." Feng Yuannan's expression was the most exaggerated. He leaned forward and his saliva almost splashed onto the dishes on the table.

At this time, he had completely forgotten about Liao Qi. The girl in front of him had top-notch looks, temperament, knowledge, and even conversation skills. She was almost the most outstanding one Feng Yuannan had ever seen!
The little cheeks of the first encounter turned slightly red.

She was a calm person who always focused on what she loved. She rarely faced such occasions with obvious utilitarianism and flattery. She raised her eyes to meet Feng Yuanshan's burning gaze and said in a low but clear voice: "Mr. Feng, you are really too kind. This is just a novice work, and it was written last year."

"Novice work?" Feng Yuanshan said with a smile, "The novice work that won the first prize in the Capital National Day Poetry Festival further proves your talent. This is exactly what Chutian Culture needs. It's our first meeting with you, classmate. We at Chutian Culture are eager for talents and really need fresh blood like you to join us."

Feng Yuanshan suddenly made his attitude clear.

Several people looked at him in surprise.

Before this, when everyone thought that the poem "Ruins, or the Sky of the Motherland" was written by Liao Qi, Feng Yuanshan just said to leave a contact number for later contact. Now that he knows that the original author of the poem is Chu Jian, he has expressed his intention to sign Chu Jian directly. This contrast is too stark!
Feng Yuanshan didn't mind the gazes of the crowd. Instead, he was a little excited. He continued to say to Chu Jian, "The pioneer poetry collection I mentioned just now, now think about it, it is tailor-made for you. A beautiful poet? That's too vulgar! We want to create a talented female poet from Peking University. She has temperament, knowledge, and talent. The packaging and positioning are absolutely high-end. You don't have to worry about the book number. We have exclusive resources for distribution and operation channels. The minimum print run is 200,000 copies, and the royalties are generous. You just need to sign the intention here today, and we will take full charge of the rest. We guarantee that you will become famous overnight and become a big hit in the literary world!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and the girls looked surprised. They were all students majoring in Chinese, and it was impossible for them not to be envious of such a thing, because once signed, it meant that their works could be published. Even if they didn't become famous, at least they could get a lot of royalties.

Qian Hui also echoed: "It's a rare opportunity to meet a classmate for the first time. Mr. Feng is really powerful."

It was impossible not to be moved when Feng Yuannan painted such a big picture for her at first sight, and there were people adding fuel to the fire, because becoming a writer was her long-cherished dream. It was just that this opportunity came too suddenly, and she always felt that Mr. Feng looked at her strangely.

She glanced at Zhang Yunqi, who was smiling beside her, and felt a little relieved. Then she said to Feng Yuannan, "Mr. Feng, I have only written a few poems. I have focused my main energy on novels."

At this time Zhou Linlin immediately took over the conversation and said with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Feng, in fact, our focus now is on novels, but her novel is not finished yet, so you may need to wait."

These words were a bit excessive and naked, but Zhou Linlin seemed to be stimulated by the big cake that Feng Yuannan promised to her, and couldn't help but say: "Mr. Feng, um, I heard from Jiang Bin that your Chutian Culture is also planning a series of books about the healthy life of urban women, and they need cover models..."

Feng Yuannan had previously promised Jiang Bin that his company could invite his girlfriend Zhou Linlin to be the cover model for the series of books on healthy living for urban women, and Zhou Linlin was indeed quite good-looking.

It was also for this reason that Jiang Bin agreed to bring a few beautiful girls from the Chinese Department to participate in tonight's party, but now he has no time to care about this.

Feng Yuannan automatically ignored Zhou Linlin's words and waved his hand towards Chu Jian: "It's okay, we can find someone to do it for us! Chu Jian, let's sign the contract today and start the operation tomorrow. We can focus on both novels and poetry!"

This sentence made Chu Jian's heart, which had originally held out hope for the matter, suddenly fall to the bottom.

Isn't hiring a ghostwriter a fraud? Is this what publishing is all about? Can the literary dream that countless people yearn for be realized by hiring someone to do it for them?

Countless questions popped up in Chu Jian's mind. But the reality of society stood in the way of her ideals, and she was confused!

Feng Yuanshan saw Chu Jian remained silent, thinking that such a beautiful and talented girl was indeed very reserved, but he did not mind, and said with a smile: "Chu Jian, how about this, we sign the letter of intent today and write you a check for the advance payment, five thousand? No, ten thousand!"

As he spoke, he reached for the checkbook in his suit pocket.

When several students saw this scene, their mouths opened unconsciously.

He gave 10,000 yuan right away, which was several years' income for an ordinary family! They had never seen so much money before. Zhou Linlin's eyes turned red. Liao Qi secretly smacked her lips and gently touched the indifferent Chu Jian's hand. At this moment, Zhang Yunqi, who had been busy eating, put down his chopsticks.

He picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth: "Mr. Feng."

The voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into the noisy water, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

He smiled and said, "Just now, the cultural people had a lively exchange, and I found it very interesting to listen to. However, after all, I am an outsider, so I didn't participate in order to disturb everyone's interest. I forgot to introduce myself and say sorry."

Zhang Yunqi smiled and said, "I think you guys vaguely heard my name just now, Mr. Feng. I'm Zhang Yunqi, a student at Xiangnan University. However, I majored in economics, so I don't really understand the rules of the cultural circle. But you said that your Chutian Culture wants to sign a contract with my girlfriend Chu Jian, so I have a few questions to ask you."

The smile on Feng Yuannan's face seemed to be frozen. Qian Hui and Liu Zhenming's voices of agreement came to an abrupt end. The only sound in the private room was the slight "click" sound of Jiang Bin chewing on the fish head, which seemed particularly harsh.

Damn it!
Such a fairy-like girl actually has a boyfriend!
At the dinner that night, apart from sitting together, the two of them did not do anything like a couple. They were all very well behaved. There was not a bit of the lovey-dovey attitude between Jiang Bin and Zhou Linlin. It was their first time meeting someone in the presence of outsiders, and they were not used to that kind of intimacy.

After a long while, Feng Yuannan, who felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly, finally laughed dryly: "What's the problem?"

Zhang Yunqi asked, "Which department is your Chutian Culture Publishing Company under? It should be the Market Department of the Yanjing Municipal Bureau of Culture, right?"

Feng Yuannan frowned: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yunqi was not polite: "Of course, I want to understand the situation of your company."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and called Wei Nan, the Xiangnan Office in Beijing, and said, "Director Wei, I have something to trouble you with. Do you know any leader at the Yanjing Municipal Bureau of Culture? Well, you know Director Sun Xiangyun, right? That's perfect. I want to know about a company under the Bureau of Culture, called Chutian Culture Company. I need your help to find out about it. OK, Director Wei, see you next Monday."

Zhang Yunqi made the call in front of everyone without any scruples.

Everyone had different looks, and their expressions were uncertain.

Zhang Yunqi hung up the phone and said to Feng Yuannan with a smile, "Your company wants to sign Chujian, which is fine and a good thing, but since it is a contract, it is business. You are in this business, and you should also know that there are a lot of companies that violate the rules in buying and selling book numbers and default on authors' royalties. So please forgive my caution. I made this call mainly to understand your company's business situation. If your company is legal and compliant in terms of procedures, book number operations, and author royalties, we can discuss this cooperation."

What Zhang Yunqi said was reasonable.

But the tone of his voice and his logical thinking ability had already far surpassed that of an ordinary college student, and his questions left Feng Yuannan speechless for a long time!

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