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Chapter 170 The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Song, who didn't know he had been exposed, was in a very happy mood at this moment.

I am enjoying the novel that has just been "created".

That’s right, he still exchanged for the copy of “The Legend of the Condor Heroes”.

This is what nouveau riche does.

My reputation has risen a bit too fast recently.

It’s almost 200 million!
I can only say that the power of the Spring Festival Gala is terrifying.

It is a completely all-round, bombarding propaganda effort with no blind spots.

Those who don’t use the Internet have TV; those who don’t watch TV have radio; even if you don’t pay attention to these, you can’t help but hear people around you mention them.

The director team decided to keep the song "My Chinese Heart" secret for the time being and reveal it during the Spring Festival Gala.

The goal is to allow the audience to give the most realistic reaction.

The various speculations that this caused further contributed to the surge in his reputation.

In just one morning, millions of reputations were earned.

Too “rich”!
I have absolutely no idea how to spend it.

Just exchange this novel.

Then I typed several thousand words and transferred them to my mobile phone to enjoy them slowly.

I have to say that this kind of classic martial arts novel is still easy to read even in today's fast-paced world if you calm down and take the time.

[The mighty waters of Qiantang River flow endlessly day and night around Niujia Village in Lin'an Prefecture on the Liangzhe West Road and into the East China Sea.]

[There are dozens of black cypress trees standing in a row by the river, their leaves are as red as fire, it is the time of August. The weeds in front of and behind the village have just started to turn yellow, and under the setting sun, it looks even more desolate.]

Mr. Jin’s writing is still quite beautiful.

However, with this kind of "happy articles" becoming popular and short videos crazily occupying fragmented time, even foreign girls are flocking to domestic social platforms.

Song Dao was not optimistic about the results of posting this book online.

It is very likely to be labeled as "old-fashioned", "outdated", and "not fun at all".

After much thought, he still felt that this kind of novel would be best published by a publishing house and printed into paper publication.

I don't expect it to be a big seller, but it will be enough if it can be published successfully and some readers know about the existence of such a book.

Because the greatest significance of exchanging it is to pave the way for future film and television adaptations.

This is why the system has not yet produced the Four Great Classics, nor has it been upgraded to version 3.0 to give him the special ability of "photographic memory".

Otherwise, apart from Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he would definitely take out the other three books to broaden the eyes of the people in this world.

Without Redology, how many jobs would be lost in society!

"Dream of Red Mansions" itself is fictional, and the historical backgrounds of "Journey to the West" and "Water Margin" are also fictional.

It can even be connected with the current book "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Form a complete worldview.

But if you want to publish, you must have connections.

In this era when few people read paper books, a person who is not famous can only buy book numbers and print his own books like many writers who can't sell their books.

A publishing house will definitely not do business at a loss.

"I have to use a pen name when writing novels, but I need to use my real name when signing a contract, so I have to find someone who can keep it confidential..."

Song Dao muttered to himself, and immediately thought of the eldest royal sister.

Only this sister can keep the secret and find the relevant channels.

Everyone else is not suitable.

He picked up the phone and called Yan Yu directly.

After a few rings, the phone was connected.

The lazy and slightly surprised voice of the eldest lady came from the other end: "Huh? Why did you take the initiative to call me?"

There seemed to be a hint of strangeness in Yan Yu's voice that was hard to explain.

"I'm always the one looking for you. Why is the sun rising in the west today? Did you miss me?"

Song Dao didn't think much about it. He felt uncomfortable if he didn't flirt with this naive and playful woman when he got the chance.

“Do you have the resources for publishing?”

"Publishing? My uncle is the chairman of Xiaguo Publishing Group. What are you going to do? Publish a collection of poems? Any new poems? Send them to me first!"

Yan Yu's voice immediately became excited.

Red beans grow in the south, and are used in conversations and laughter from ancient times to the present... She loves them so much!

Damn it.

Song Dao only listened to the first half and was speechless.

It's like he just wanted to find the God of Land to do something, but the other party said that he was a relative of Laozi.

"I wrote a novel and I want it published."

"Ah? You? Writing a novel? Then come over, we can talk in person."

Yan Yu, who had just seen Lin Fei off not long ago, was lying lazily on the bed, wearing a dark red satin nightgown.

Her snow-white skin was exposed, her legs were crossed, her little feet were swaying, and her bright red nails were shining under the light.

There was excitement in his eyes at this moment.

How can Gouzi, who is so busy, still write a book?

Still want to publish directly?

Could it be that it's the kind of thing that contains horrifying descriptions... and is not allowed to be posted online?
Thinking of this, Yan Yu suddenly became excited.

Want to see.

……

Put down the phone.

Song Dao felt a little helpless as he had just experienced a "gun suppression" incident yesterday.

A young body is always full of restlessness.

Can't stand teasing.

So he really didn't want to meet the big sister.

However, this matter really needs to be confirmed through a face-to-face discussion.

The good news is that with this relationship, the uncle can just ask his subordinates to make a phone call and the publishing manager will probably contact him.

Publishing a book shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking in his mind, he changed into a set of Xia Yun's sports and leisure series men's clothing.

This kind of clothing is very loose.

Wearing sneakers, I went downstairs and drove.

Rushed to Yan Yu's studio.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon in Beijing and the sun was shining brightly with a clear blue sky.

There were not many cars on the road, and the sunshine gave people a very comfortable and relaxing feeling.

It was not yet four o'clock when we arrived.

I gently pulled the door, it was locked.

He and Lin Fei both have facial recognition and fingerprints here.

The smart lock's screen lights up and unlocks automatically.

After coming in.

The first floor was quiet.

Song Dao shouted, "Where are the people?"

Yan Yu's lazy voice came from the second floor: "So fast?"

As they were talking, the older sister, still in her pajamas, came down from upstairs.

Song Dao took a look and only four words came to his mind - charming and graceful.

Her slightly curly long hair fell on her shoulders, and under her knee-length nightgown were her glowing white calves.

The nightgown is very close-fitting, perfectly showing off the pear-shaped figure.

Yan Yu looked lazy, with a faint smile on her bright and beautiful face.
Walking to the corner, a pair of watery peach blossom eyes stared at Song Dao.

"Come up and tell me?"

Song Dao: “…”

Sister, are you looking down on me?

Or do you really not treat me as an outsider?
"Not quite right?"

The dog walked towards the sofa seriously and said calmly, "Go change your clothes and come down to talk."

"cut!"

The big sister who had seen through everything rolled her eyes and didn't even plan to change her clothes. She just walked down step by step.

He sat on the single sofa, folded his legs, and crossed his legs like the dog.

He also stretched out his hand and yawned softly.

He looked at Song Dao with somewhat dazed eyes.

"Why did you think of writing a novel? The publishing market is not good right now, and you can't make much money."

Song Dao felt that her movements looked familiar.

Hearing this, he said seriously, "I had an inspiration, so I wrote a martial arts novel with a fictional historical background when I had nothing to do. It doesn't matter whether I can make money or not, the main thing is that I want to fulfill my dream."

"Dream come true?"

"Yes, which boy doesn't have a martial arts dream in his heart?" Song Dao said with a smile.

"Oh, does that boy have a dream of having many wives and concubines and being wild and promiscuous?"

hiss!
Song Dao finally discovered it.

The eldest sister is in a bad mood today.

Although there is no gun or stick, oh, this is his patent.

But there was a flavor of an old Yin-Yang master in his tone.

Very aggressive!
"I don't even have a girlfriend, how can I dream of having many wives and concubines?" The dog said in a flat tone.

That stern face looked like that of a high monk.

"Never thought about it?" Yan Yu looked at him with watery eyes.

"I do!" Song Dao nodded.

"Ah? Thinking, what are you thinking about?" Yan Yu was a little confused by the dog's unpredictable reaction.

His voice became a little halting.

I even regretted why I came downstairs in my pajamas.

What are you flirting with?

"I want our motherland to be prosperous and strong." Song Dao looked at her jokingly.

puff!
Yan Yu burst out laughing on the spot.

The laughter was so intense that the branches and branches shook and the waves surged.

Song Dao glanced over with an expressionless face.

It’s bigger than the Queen Sister.

However, it was this glance that made him suddenly discover a problem.

Damn it!

Is this woman crazy?!

There was nothing inside her pajamas!

The dark red silk nightgown was made of extremely soft and smooth material. The moment Yan Yu smiled, her breasts surged!

In that round and full area, two key points are faintly visible.

Hey, big sister, you are testing me with this, right?
Song Dao also crossed his legs.

Seeing his action, Yan Yu was even happier and said, "Teacher Song, I want to drink some water. Go get me a bottle of water."

Song Dao: “…”

"Hurry up, I've been chatting with Sister Fei for a long time, I haven't eaten, and my throat is dry, please."

There was a hint of coquettishness in Yan Yu's tone.

Coupled with that pair of charming peach blossom eyes, it is really hard to resist.

Song Dao took a deep breath and said, "Be normal."

"Well, Mr. Song, I want to drink some water, can you please help me get a bottle of water?" Yan Yu's eyes were like water, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. "Suddenly my stomach hurts a little, you can get it yourself." Song Dao had no expression on his face.

"Really!" Yan Yu rolled his eyes at him.

Without further teasing this sanctimonious bastard, he stood up and walked towards the refrigerator.

The big sister has such a great figure!

Deeply favored by God, it was carefully crafted and put down.

Especially when wearing this kind of imaginative pajamas, the exaggerated hip line is fully revealed.

It is straight and curvy, with a slender waist that can be held in one hand.

The light from outside shone in, and one could vaguely see those two straight and round long legs.

I don’t know if it was intentional, but she bent down to open the beverage refrigerator and rummaged through it for a long time.

The round buttocks are raised, exuding a mature charm.

"what do you drink?"

"Water, ice water!" The dog said with a serious face.

Yan Yu held back his laughter, took two bottles of mineral water, and deliberately walked in front of Song Dao.

Place a bottle in front of Song Dao across the coffee table.

If you want to drink, you have to put down your crossed legs and lean over to get it.

Then she returned to the sofa with a smile.

I didn't drink this bottle and just put it on the coffee table.

Song Daoxin said, "You did it on purpose, right?"

Okay, then I won’t drink either.

I'm not thirsty!

He had just secretly eaten a mood stabilizer candy when Yan Yu turned around.

But the effect is not great.

It's a natural physiological reaction and has nothing to do with his emotions.

If he still doesn't realize that Yan Yu is deliberately teasing him, then he is a fool.

This is not the first or second time that the big sister has flirted with others.

The bad woman has long become a habitual offender.

Only this time... it was a bit cruel

If he hadn't been very tired these two days, I couldn't even guarantee whether the classic nosebleed scene would have occurred.

So Song Dao was quite helpless, silently saying in his heart -

[When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and was able to overcome all suffering.]

Bodhisattva, please save the poor child!
"Why don't you drink?" Song Dao looked at Yan Yu.

"I'm not that thirsty anymore all of a sudden. Tell me about your novel. Even if I go to look for my uncle, I have to have a good reason, right?"

Yan Yu also knew when to stop and started to be serious.

If I really piss off Teacher Song, it would be difficult to end up like this.

After all, she wasn't ready.

Song Dao crossed his legs and said, "This is a martial arts novel with an imaginary historical background. It tells the story of a dull boy who learns martial arts under the guidance of some upright people in the martial arts world. He goes through grudges in the martial arts world and disputes between his family and country. He joins hands with the heroine to defend the city and resist foreign invasion, and finally becomes a great hero..."

"A single female lead?" Yan Yu asked.

"Yes, the single female lead." Song Dao nodded.

"Didn't the ancients have three wives and four concubines? Who would want to read a story about a single female protagonist?"

Yan Yu curled her lips and said, "Unless the heroine is good enough, what kind of person is your heroine?"

"She is clever, eccentric, and has the cuteness and willfulness of a little girl, as well as the loyalty and righteousness of a chivalrous woman, who hates evil..."

As Song Dao was speaking, he suddenly felt something was not right.

Isn’t this the big queen?
Smart and quirky.

This is how Yan Yu, who is naive and loves to play, behaves with the people closest to him.

She is also a chivalrous woman who values friendship and loyalty and hates evil.

Isn't it this kind of character that made her help Lin Fei back then and later help Sun Meiqi?
If he could think of it, how could Yan Yu not realize it?

Something is wrong with the eldest sister right now.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are full of autumn water.

Like a lit star, bright and gentle.

With a bit of joy and a hint of shyness.

"Oh, so, a single female lead is not bad, very good, wait for me to call my uncle..."

Yan Yu said this and got up and went upstairs.

Even the back view reveals a strong sense of joy!
——The bastard dotes on Sister Fei and all the songs he sings for her are classics. But no matter how much he dotes on her, he never treats Sister Fei as the heroine and writes a novel about her!

For a moment, Yan Yu felt sweet and a little panicked.

Watching her go upstairs, Song Dao's hair was also disheveled.

She wouldn't... think it was based on her, right?
wipe!
I didn’t expect that either!

How could this be?
Not to mention that the big sister would misunderstand, he himself was a little bit unbelievable.

What a coincidence.

If I had known this earlier, I would have asked the system to give him a copy of The Deer and the Cauldron!

Why write a story about a single female protagonist?
Song Dao thought speechlessly and put down his crossed legs.

Damn, my legs are numb!
……

About twenty minutes passed.

Yan Yu changed his clothes and came down from upstairs.

She changed into a set of sports casual style clothes and tied her hair into a bun.

Her face with light makeup is bright and charming.

He glanced at Song Dao, who finally stopped crossing his legs.

A smile flashed in his eyes.

"I told my uncle, and he said he would arrange it right away and someone would call me later."

As he was speaking, the phone screen lit up.

She answered the call on speakerphone.

A very enthusiastic middle-aged man's voice came from the other end: "Hello, is this Yan Yu?"

"Yes, it's me."

"My name is Chen Feng, and I'm the general manager in charge of the publishing section. You have a book to publish, right?"

"Well, yes, it's a very interesting martial arts novel written by my best friend." Yan Yu spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

The heroine based on her must be good-looking!
Besides, this was written by my dog, how could it not be good?
"Oh, that's amazing. I haven't seen a good martial arts novel in many years. I'll have to read it first when I get back!
In this way, it depends on what is more convenient for you. You can send the message to me through your friend's pigeon and ask him to send it to me.

Or you can send it to my email, anything is fine.

Then I ask the editor to take a look at it and arrange for publication.

As for the first print run...what do you think of 200,000 copies?
It can be rolled out simultaneously across the country.”

The statement there was so direct that it left people speechless.

Yan Yu glanced at Song Dao.

Song Dao mouthed: "Too much."

Even if he didn't know much about the publishing industry, he knew that for an unknown newcomer, a first print run of tens of thousands of copies was usually a big deal.

The first print run was 200,000 copies.

Easy to cause criticism.

It might even cause trouble for Uncle Yan Yu.

Of course, it's possible that he's overthinking it.

To others, it may just be a drizzle.

But this kind of thing should be avoided as much as possible.

Don’t let Uncle Yan Yu think that he is making money in this way.

Yan Yu felt that it was not much at all.

There are only 200,000 copies, how much money can it make?
She can buy them all herself, right?

However, she also understood what Song Dao meant, which was that he was considering her uncle.

My dog is such a kind person.

"Isn't that a bit too much? I don't quite understand how much your publishing house usually prints for the first time, but my friend is not a well-known writer, so you must not lose money."

The man on the other end laughed heartily and said, "It's okay, it's okay. We have more than 10,000 state-owned bookstores across the country.

There are more than 6,000 self-operated stores alone, with 200,000 books. Any slight difference will be gone.

You don't have to worry about these, as long as the quality of the work is acceptable, there is no need to worry.

Also, regarding royalties, normally, newcomers get 8%, while famous artists get more than 15%.

Since he is your friend, I will give him 12%. It is neither too conspicuous nor against the rules.

Do you think it will work? "

Yan Yu looked at Song Dao again.

Song Dao nodded helplessly.

This favor is definitely owed.

Who would have thought that Big Sister has such strong connections in this field?

He finally realized that this was not a question of whether he agreed or not.

But the other party just wants to do this!
Everything was arranged before I even saw the book.

I guess Mr. Chen can't find such an opportunity on a normal day.

The old man’s children’s affairs.

Isn't this just a family matter?
Unless you are someone who has no desire to make progress, who would miss this opportunity?

If you don't let the other party take advantage of the favor, you might end up offending them.

——Are you just that noble?
Fortunately, the quality of The Legend of the Condor Heroes is very good. At worst, we can ask Teacher Shui Ji San Qian to help promote it.

He definitely wouldn't do such a crazy thing as asking Big Sister to buy everything.

He also hopes that this book will have a certain influence.

It's not just for the sake of gaining a reputation as a writer or entertaining myself.

hang up the phone.

Just as Song Dao was about to say something, Yan Yu smiled and said, "Don't feel like you owe me a favor.

First of all, I believe you are not the kind of person who plays tricks.

With your talent, since you dare to say you will publish a book, the quality must be no problem.

And what you want may not necessarily be the title of a writer.

You don't lack this either.

Secondly, I am here..."

Yan Yu paused for a moment and said seriously, "When you are with me, never mention the word favor.

That's between me and my uncle.

I will let him know that this is not a request to use him.

But to give him performance!
It’s just a few hundred thousand books.

At worst, I can just buy it and keep it for myself."

Song Dao: “…”

See, this is indeed the mentality.

In front is the willful and spendthrift working queen, and behind is the righteous and generous rich girl.

The bastard felt more and more that this was almost like soft rice being fed into his mouth... and it was quite delicious.

"Okay, I get it. Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

A bright light flashed in Yan Yu's eyes: "Okay, let's go to a seafood hotpot restaurant. We haven't eaten it for a long time..."

(End of this chapter)