I traveled to the interstellar space to write a novel, and the interstellar readers asked for more u

Not only autographs, but also a series of peripherals, such as badges with the protagonist's head portrait, pillows, standees, etc., Song Wenlan wants to arrange them together.

Although there are not many things, it is also her little thought.

Song Wenlan checked the relevant works on the optical brain. There are peripherals for StarCraft, but most of them are peripherals for games, animation and film and television. As for the peripherals for books and novels, I'm sorry, I didn't find any.

When Song Wenlan asked about Dream Starworm again, Dream Starworm was at a loss again.

[The authors of our website have never prepared these, and there are no peripherals for novels in the industry. If Zaosi wants to make peripheral works, it is best to register the images of Hu Sanli and Bai Ye for patents before making them. ]

Song Wenlan is already familiar with the matter of patent registration. Song Wenlan plans to design the images of Hu Sanli and Bai Ye carefully and then register them.

The most important thing now is, where can these peripherals be produced?

The first person Song Wenlan thought of was Xia Nina. Although she is a toy merchant, she is knowledgeable and should be able to recommend a suitable candidate to her.

Xia Nina's business radar is much sharper than that of Mengxingchong, the editor of the website.

After listening to Song Wenlan's plan, her eyes lit up.

"Zao Si, have you ever thought about making Hu Sanli and Bai Ye into IP products?"

"I can set up a small factory to specialize in the production of the peripherals you mentioned. You provide the IP, I provide the money, and we will cooperate to create a new field."

Xia Nina said excitedly.

She spoke very quickly, and Song Wenlan could see that she was very excited.

"Wait, wait, don't get excited first," Song Wenlan had to interrupt her first: "If you build a factory specifically for the peripherals of "My Monster Hunter Enemy", will you really not lose money?"

"I dare not say about other books, but I am still very confident in Zaosi's works," Xia Nina looked at Song Wenlan and suddenly showed a bright smile: "Zao Si may not know that your book has become popular in the Federation now. I went to discuss business two days ago and heard the two girls behind talking about Bai Ye and Hu Sanli."

Song Wenlan really didn't expect it.

"Of course, I also want to give it a try. We can make a small number of copies in the first batch and market them online and offline. As long as the characters are good-looking enough, they will be sold out one day," Xia Nina said with a smile: "Of course, this is the worst case scenario."

Song Wenlan pondered. Since Xia Nina said that she would not lose money, it was not impossible to do this.

Those games and movies have peripherals, why can't their novels have them?

If it succeeds, can other authors also have an additional revenue channel?

Thinking of this, Song Wenlan finally agreed.

"I want to design the image of Hu Sanli and Bai Ye myself. I will give you a draft in three days. If there are other questions, we will discuss it then."

"That's great," Xia Nina has always been in a hurry: "I'll go and build the factory first, see you in three days."

"Okay, goodbye."

Song Wenlan has worked with Xia Nina once and knows that she is reliable and generous to partners. When working with her, Song Wenlan doesn't have to think about other problems. He just needs to determine the image of Bai Ye and Hu Sanli.

Bai Ye and Hu Sanli were the first pair of protagonists she wrote after coming to the interstellar. Song Wenlan still wanted to design them well. She thought about it and decided to design four images, one is a Q version image, one is an adult image, one is a half-human and half-beast image, and the last one is a complete prototype.

Of course, Song Wenlan is not so conceited that she thinks there is no better artist than her in the entire interstellar. She always remembers that she is an amateur artist.

So this time, she plans to draw the draft first, and then ask other artists to refine it, so that the other party will have a basic understanding of the image she wants.

Song Wenlan once heard from Mengxingchong that their website has a contracted artist, and she can also ask Mengxingchong to ask for a draft for her.

Once there is something to do, time passes quickly.

Two days passed in a flash, and Song Wenlan had already finished the draft.

Song Wenlan did not continue to draw. When she thought that a starship would come to pick her up tomorrow, she felt inexplicably excited, and in the excitement, there was also some panic.

Stepping out of the garbage planet is equivalent to stepping into the real interstellar era.

Song Wenlan stared at the row of Luban locks in front of her for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath and put all the Luban locks into an iron box.

Holding this parting gift for Xisha, she knocked on Xisha's door.

Song Wenlan knew that Xisha's room was at the innermost part and she had never set foot here.

Snakes still have a strong sense of territory. Song Wenlan noticed that when he first lived here, Xisha was not used to it. The tip of his tail always slapped the ground anxiously. It was not until five days later that this situation improved.

Since then, Song Wenlan has consciously avoided going to Xisha's private territory, especially in front of Xisha's bedroom. Song Wenlan has never been here once.

Standing at the door, Song Wenlan was very nervous.

Soon, the door in front of them opened, and a gust of damp air hit them. Xisha soon appeared in front of the door and looked down at Song Wenlan: "What's the matter?"

Song Wenlan carefully observed Xisha's expression, and Xisha didn't seem to feel disturbed.

She subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the gift she had made.

"Planet Master, I will leave tomorrow. To express my gratitude, I made other styles of Luban locks for you."

Xisha's narrow eyes dropped, and his gaze fell on the iron box in Song Wenlan's hand.

He didn't speak for a long time. I don't know what he was thinking. Song Wenlan could feel that he seemed to be making a very important decision.

Song Wenlan held the iron box until her hands were sore, but Xisha didn't move.

Just when she was about to put the things down secretly, a hand suddenly took the gift in Song Wenlan's hand.

Song Wenlan couldn't help but look at Xisha. She keenly felt that Xisha's expression at this time was much more relaxed than usual.

"Thank you."

Xisha thanked him unskillfully.

"Wait here."

After saying this, Xisha swung his tail and swam into the room.

His door was not closed, and Song Wenlan could easily see the scene inside.

There was a big round bed in Xisha's room. Around the big bed, there was a depression like a large swimming ring.

Song Wenlan could even imagine how Xisha carefully put his tail into the depression when he was sleeping.