Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 771 Flattery
"Jiang Yang is here!"

The little girl next to Wen Xue shouted, which scared him.

Then--

He followed their gaze and saw a handsome guy who was well dressed, wearing a watch that looked very expensive, and holding a candied haws in one hand, walking towards him from the direction of the subway.

This picture——

It's a bit inconsistent.

Jiang Yang was also speechless.

He just came back from Teacher Jiangnan.

He planned to go and tell his wife the good news, and tell her that from now on, he would enter the special effects industry, and would be a big boss in the industry in the future. The country's special effects industry would be supported by their generation, and the world's special effects would look to this side.

Then--

When he came out of the subway, he saw a child eating candied haws with gusto, so he bought one for himself. As he was eating it, he just walked to the entrance of the building when he suddenly saw a group of people surrounding him, including reporters.

If you ask him about plagiarism or something——

Jiang Yang saw that the situation was not right and ran into the building.

"Jiang Yang..."

"Sign your name."

Not sure if it was reporters or passers-by shouting, Jiang Yang didn't even turn his head.

at this time--

The little girl next to Wen Xue suddenly shouted, "Whose Coke fell?"

Jiang Yang really turned around.

The little girl hurriedly raised Wen Xue's hand, he was holding a Coke in his hand.

The person next to him took the opportunity to say, "Sign your name. We came here specially and didn't even bother to visit the Forbidden City."

Having said that--

Jiang Yang walked over here, but did not forget to remind: "I don't interview!"

I don’t know which fan said with a smile: “If they want to interview me, I’ll beat him up for you!”

reporter:……

"also."

Jiang Yang: "It's a deal, it's a deal."

reporter:……

Then--

Jiang Yang reminded Wen Xue: "You are using a blue bottle to fish, isn't that too much?!"

Wen Xue: ...

At this time.

The little girl next to him asked him for an autograph.

Jiang Yang picked up the pen and started writing. The two words "Li Yu" were written by him as if a couple had a fight and were about to split up. Wen Xuezhi bared his teeth.

But before he could take a closer look, he was pushed outside by people who wanted autographs.

Wen Xueyi realized that this wouldn't work.

If Jiang Yang signed and left, he would miss the opportunity, so he also hurried to squeeze in.

Fortunately there are not many people.

When Isotherm squeezed in, he was the only one left.

He was about to say that he was an editor when he suddenly realized.

He has such a stupid brain. If he told Jiang Yang in person that he was an editor and wanted to talk about books, Jiang Yang would just turn around and leave.

Why didn’t I think of that just now?

Fortunately, he thought of it at the last second, otherwise the editor's blood pressure would soar. If he poked a hole in his head, he would probably see a fountain. Then again, could he have lifted himself up?

One carrot, one hole...

Wen Xuegang was just thinking about this when he saw Jiang Yang looking at him.

Wen Xue, who couldn't think of anything to say at the moment, blurted out, "I'll sign."

"Oh."

Jiang Yang held a pen in one hand and a candied haws in the other, and looked around: "Uncle, where should I sign?"

Wen Xue thought for a moment, took out a book from the bag of books he had just bought, and opened the cover: "Sign here."

Jiang Yang signed his name.

When he finished writing the last stroke, he nodded his head with a feeling of satisfaction. He found that his handwriting was becoming more and more poetic. Then he found out that the name of the book was "Banana Republic".

"Hey--"

Jiang Yang found the title of the book quite interesting. "What book is this?"

"Oh."

Wen Xue: "About a state-owned enterprise that sells fruit——"

Wen Xue paused.

Isn't this a great opportunity?

"——This is a very rare book, you can't buy it in ordinary bookstores——"

Wen Xue glanced at the little girl who was reluctant to leave, and asked Jiang Yang to come over and explain in detail: "There is only one copy left in the corner of the bookstore. Come on, I'll take you there. It will be hard to find it if someone else buys it..."

Jiang Yang thought that he could go by himself.

but--

Wen Xue had already walked to the front, and he felt embarrassed to refuse, so he followed him in.

This bookstore is just below the building.

On the way, Wen Xue looked back and saw that the others hadn't caught up with him, so he took out his business card and said, "Jiang Yang, hello, nice to meet you. I'm Qiu Shi, the editor of the magazine you submitted your article to—"

Jiang Yang:......

You don’t even think highly of “Shoujie”, a magazine that claims to be the top pure literature magazine in the country?

Jiang Yang: "I didn't submit an article to your magazine, my grandson did!"

Wen Xue: ...

"Yes Yes."

Wen Xue nodded hurriedly: "I remembered it wrongly. Some time ago, a genius named Jiang Yang submitted a manuscript to our magazine. We were too lazy and didn't bother to check the mailbox, so we missed the manuscript. I regret it now when I think about it. My blood pressure is high. I have three highs at a young age. One pill of antihypertensive medicine is not enough. Now I have to take handfuls of it."

"what?"

Jiang Yang didn't know how to answer this time.

Seeing this, Wen Xue thought that the editor-in-chief's high blood pressure was a good thing. "To be honest, if we miss this manuscript, our magazine will become a laughing stock in the industry, and our position will be in jeopardy."

Jiang Yang: "That's an exaggeration, isn't it? Is this article so good?"

"Good, very good, very good."

Wen Xue told Jiang Yang that he must buy it and read it if he had the chance, "It is best to draw the curtains, wash your hands and burn incense, put on the music of "Shoujie", and read it quietly, word by word. Only in this way can you read his charm——"

Jiang Yang:......

Wen Xue asked Jiang Yang: "Do you like writing?"

Jiang Yang: "I like it, but it's not well written. Very bad."

“Then you should read this article!!”

Wen Xueshuo said decisively, "This article does not use any profound words, nor does it use any elegant and beautiful sentences. The language is plain, but beautiful, warm, and vivid, with a unique flavor that does not belong to this era."

He then emphasized: "You must read it, it will be of great help to your writing!"

"oh oh."

Jiang Yang was a little at a loss.

Wen Xue's words made him feel fragile.

Simultaneously.

It also made him feel very uncomfortable.

He always wants to show off.

He always wanted to say, "I've read a lot of these books, but I didn't learn anything from them. I just remembered the delicious salted duck eggs and butter pancakes." Unfortunately, he couldn't show off. He felt so frustrated and uncomfortable, a kind of happy discomfort.

Jiang Yang originally wanted to hear more from Wen Xue, but unfortunately when they arrived at the bookstore, Wen Xue stopped talking and Jiang Yang finished his candied haws.

Jiang Yang broke the bamboo sticks of the candied haws and put them in the trash can, then followed him into the bookstore with a reluctant heart.

There is only one copy of "Banana Republic" left.

He bought it, swiped his card, and paid the bill.

After leaving the bookstore, Wen Xue sighed: "Ah."

"what happened?"

Jiang Yang asked naturally, he was in no hurry to leave.

He also wanted to hear Wen Xue praise him more.

Wen Xue: "It's a pity that we missed this article and didn't let more people see it. Kyoto Literature and Art, Kyoto Literature and Art, you can tell from the name that it is aimed at Kyoto. Will people in your hometown read it?"

Jiang Yang thought for a moment and said, "Probably not."

"Yes, our Qiushi is aimed at the whole country."

Wen Xue: "This is our fault. I deserve to have high blood pressure."

Jiang Yang:......

Wen Xue: "I came to Kyoto this time for his new book. It was published once in a magazine and once in a book. The money earned from publishing twice is secondary. The most important thing is that more people can see it, and it deserves to be seen by more people."

Jiang Yang:......

He now understands why there were incompetent emperors in ancient times and why kings of pop could not write good songs.

Such flattery really makes it easy for people to lose their way.

"No more."

Wen Xue felt that it was almost done, and that he had done what he should do. It would be superfluous to do more, so he said goodbye: "I still have to find a way to clear up the misunderstanding and get him to give me the manuscript. We'll meet again when there's a chance."

"Goodbye."

Jiang Yang watched him leave.

Then--

Jiang Yang went upstairs happily. After getting some mineral water from the tea room, he happily pushed open the door to Li Qingning's office and said, "Wife, I——"

Sister Chen is here.

Mr. Hong, the leading figure in the music arrangement world and currently the music director of Koi Studio, is here.

An Yuan is here too.

Also.

Feng Jing, music director of Mtime.com, was also there.

She also brought a few people with her.

Sister Chen is speaking: "- This is a song we tailored for TIME's marketing campaign in Brazil. It combines the passion of samba with the elegance of jazz. - We don't look at the course of treatment but the effect. - Of course, the price of this song is much higher, but I think-"

Sister Chen was about to continue speaking when Jiang Yang interrupted her.

Li Qingning sat behind her desk, bored, and elegantly played with her wedding ring on a chain.

For a while.

Everyone looked at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang felt a little embarrassed.

"Excuse me."

Li Qingning put down the ring and apologized, "You guys continue."

Then--

She called Jiang Yang over and asked Xiao Xia to help drag another chair over.

(End of this chapter)