What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

If every book wants to be published and influential, if you are not a big boss, then you need to find someone with weight to write a preface and recommend it.

Isn't this ready-made in front of you?

Hearing that Xiao Han had a work in his hand that they had not seen before, Tang Zhi and the four of them immediately sat up straight and looked over.

"When I was free, I wrote a collection of short stories. If you guys don't mind the trouble, I'll take it out and read it."

"Don't be nagging, kid. Everyone is waiting. Let's see what the work is."

When they heard that it was a collection of novels, several people couldn't sit still. This surprise was a bit big.

Seeing their eager looks, Xiao Han pretended to take the bag.

First, he transferred the manuscript from the system backpack to the bag in his hand, and then opened it and took it out.

Looking at the thick stack in Xiao Han's hand, Tang Zhi and the others looked at each other in confusion, and then their eyes flashed.

This kid wants to go to heaven.

There must be so many articles in such a thick stack, it can't be to fool them.

Xiao Han gently put the manuscript on the table.

"These are what I have accumulated over the years. There are probably more than 400 articles. If there are any shortcomings, please correct me."

With that said, Xiao Han pushed the manuscript to the four of them.

After hearing that there were more than 400 manuscripts, Tang Zhihe's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He raised his head and looked at Xiao Han in disbelief, as if to say, you are definitely not kidding us.

There are more than forty articles, not more than four hundred articles.

Xiao Han looked at his suspicious eyes and nodded in confirmation.

"For the short story competition some time ago, I used the works here. You can flip through it and have a look."

When they heard that Xiao Han's entry was from the manuscript in front of them, Tang Zhi and the four of them couldn't sit still.

They leaned forward, each took a book and read it.

After all, I am getting older, my eyes are a little blurry, and I look a little tired.

They all took out their reading glasses from their pockets and put them on.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of turning pages, and several old people watched in rapt attention.

Lin Qingluo glanced at Xiao Han, opened her mouth and said something silently.

Xiao Han spread his hands with an innocent expression on his face.

This is what they want to see, not what I want to show off.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were already excited the moment Xiao Han took out the manuscript.

"No, are you serious? You really have works~"

"What? More than four hundred articles? How many years have you saved manuscripts? How many writers can't write so many in their lifetime."

"The co-authorship of the original novel competition was just for fun. With this collection of works, aren't you bullying others?"

“It’s hard to imagine what a great masterpiece this would be if these more than 400 articles were of the same quality as the entries.”

"It seems we have underestimated him. This guy is a toothpaste guy. You will never know how much he has in stock until you squeeze him. I suspect he also has some in stock for songs. He is just an old man."

"..."

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Zhihe rubbed the sore corners of his eyes and raised his head first.

Looking at Xiao Han who was whispering to Lin Qingluo across from him, he didn't know what to say.

He just looked through a few articles and determined that they were basically manuscripts of the same quality.

It was really unbelievable. He really wanted to pry open Xiao Han's brain and see. Could this be a genius?

Just when Tang Zhihe was shocked, the three men next to him, Mr. Dong, raised their heads one after another.

Their lips moved slightly and they all looked at Xiao Han, not knowing what to say.

Today, they were collectively shocked by this young man.

After writing books for so many years, I was shocked by him.

There are so many high-quality articles, which can no longer be explained by the fountain of literary thoughts.

This is the time of literary saints!

"Xiao Han, did you write these?"

Tang Zhihe's throat was dry, and he raised his head to look at Xiao Han with difficulty.

Old Dong and the others also looked over intently.

"Well, these are all manuscripts that have been accumulated over the past few years. What do you think? Is it worthy of publication?"

Xiao Han stopped whispering with Lin Qingluo and sat down seriously.

What does it mean? What does it mean to be worthy of publication?

How much did you misunderstand your article?

How well do you know your own literary level?

Looking at Xiao Han's clear eyes, Tang Zhi and the four of them suddenly had the urge to pound the table.

Their eyes were complicated, and they could be described as loving and hating Xiao Han.

God is so unfair, why would he give such talent to someone who doesn't love literature?

"These articles are so good, you should take them out earlier so that more people can see them."

Tang Zhihe looked at Xiao Han and then at the manuscript in his hand, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

I have made up my mind to bring this bastard back to the right path.

"I just sorted it out recently and am planning to take the time to find a publishing house to print and publish it. Do you have any recommendations?"

Xiao Han looked at the fourth elder opposite and finally revealed his fox tail.

"Publishing? So what are you looking for from outside? We have it here. This is the top publishing house in the country."

Tang Zhihe was full of pride when talking about the publishing houses affiliated to the Writers Association.

"Stop looking for it, just use our own. By the way, have you decided on the title of your book? Who do you plan to find to write the preface?"

As he said this, Tang Zhihe seemed to have remembered something, and looked at Xiao Han with expectation.

"The title of the book has been decided, and it will be called Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio. Liaozhai is the name of my study room, and Zhiyi comes from the stories there. Most of the books are about ghosts and ghosts."

"As for the preface, I really haven't considered this. How about you give it to the staff?"

Xiao Han's eyes flashed and he sent the ball forward. He didn't believe that Tang Zhihe would not catch such a good opportunity.

Tang Zhihe was overjoyed when he heard that Xiao Han intended to give it to him before the preface was written.

I wanted to respond as soon as I opened my mouth.

"Well, although I haven't written a preface for a long time, I have no obligation to support young authors."

Tang Zhihe said with a bit of excitement in his tone. This is destined to be a classic work that will leave a strong mark on history. If he can participate in it, he will be remembered in history.

This is the highest pursuit of every literati.

"Quickly pull him down. Don't act like a good boy to get an advantage. Xiao Han, my qualifications are much higher than his. I'll write it for you."

With that said, Dong and the other three also joined in, vying to write a preface to Xiao Han.

No one would pass up such a good opportunity.

Looking at the noisy four red-faced people opposite, Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo looked at each other and smiled.

This trick really worked.

But we couldn't really let them fight, so Xiao Han quickly stood up to smooth things over.

"Seniors, please stop arguing. Please listen to what I have to say."

"Let's stop arguing. Everyone writes one, and I'll put it in. What do you think of my idea?"

After speaking, Xiao Han looked at them quietly.

Tang Zhi and the four others were startled when they heard this. They glanced at each other and nodded in approval.

This is a good idea. Everyone depends on their abilities to see who comes out on top in the end.

"That's okay. Just leave the manuscript here and we'll proofread it for you personally. Try to publish it as soon as possible."

Patting the manuscript on the table, Tang Zhihe made the final decision.

Xiao Han is good at everything, and this can be regarded as fulfilling his wish.

Use the influence of the writers association boss to publish the book as soon as possible, thereby expanding your influence and earning more emotional energy.

It can be said that everyone is happy.