Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Zhang Xuan took the money order and inspected it carefully. After putting it away, he complained half-truthfully:

"More than half a month has passed, and I haven't heard from you yet. Isn't it "lurking" that the 800,000 copies haven't been sold out yet?"

Tao Ge sat down on a separate sofa, "Come on, we did a summary the night before yesterday and have sold almost 640,000 copies. We are currently preparing for the third printing."

Zhang Xuan asked excitedly: "How many more copies are you planning to print this time?"

Tao Ge raised a finger at him.

Zhang Xuan's heart moved: "1 million copies?"

Tao Ge smiled and nodded, "Your new book is selling very well, and its momentum is even better than that of "The Wind". We are very confident."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Is there any progress on overseas copyright?"

Tao Ge said: "I was just about to tell you this. Last time, your "wind" sold quite well in Hong Kong, Taiwan and Japan. After they tasted the benefits, they have already started to contact us.

In the next week, cooperation matters with Xiangjiang, Wanwan and Japan should be completed first. As for other countries, there is no news yet. "

Zhang Xuan was very satisfied, and then asked with concern: "How is the selection process for the Mao Dun Literature Award going?"

Tao Ge told him: "According to what we have learned, the first round of voting will be held in October, and there should be 5 to 6 rounds of voting before and after. The results are expected to be announced in early December, and the awards ceremony will be held in the Great Hall of the People in Beijing in April next year."

After listening, Zhang Xuan fell into deep thought.

If you follow this date distribution, you'd better go to the UK in advance and get back before October.

He had to rush back because he was afraid that People's Literature would find him when the time came. If he couldn't find someone at the critical moment, he would suffer great losses.

Thinking of "Harry Potter", Zhang Xuan suddenly felt that this arrangement was actually quite suitable. He made sure Rowling had not started writing. In fact, the earlier the better.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Tao Ge asked, "What, are you okay?"

Zhang Xuan nodded: "I want to go to England."

Then tell me everything you can about going to England.

After hearing what he said, Tao Ge was stunned and looked at him in shock: "Your new book no longer writes about traditional literature? Instead of writing about science fiction?"

Seeing anxiety creeping onto her face, Zhang Xuan quickly waved his hand and said, "I never said I wouldn't write traditional literature. This is the foundation of my life, and of course I will continue to write.

To be honest, I have some ideas about what to write about in my next traditional literature book, but this idea still needs to be perfected, and it may even take a long time. "

Tao Ge didn't understand: "If that's the case, why do you suddenly want to write science fiction?"

Zhang Xuan lied: "I didn't suddenly want to write science fiction. To tell you the truth, I wanted to write science fiction a long time ago, but the idea was not mature at that time, so I kept putting it off.

Now I think the time is right, so I want to give it a try. "

At this point, Zhang Xuan looked into her eyes, thought for a while and added: "Actually, there is another reason why I write science fiction."

Tao Ge asked urgently: "What's the reason?"

Leaning back, Zhang Xuan spread out on the back of the sofa and said, "I told you the reason when you came in. I'm short of money now."

Tao Ge couldn't believe it: "Are you still short of money?"

"Yes, very short of money."

"You are a multi-millionaire now, what do you need so much money for?"

Zhang Xuan pondered for a while, then finally told the truth about his plan to build China's first CBD.

It took about 10 minutes to finish.

Tao Ge didn't interrupt during these 10 minutes, but listened patiently.

But after hearing this, she was no longer calm. She got up and dragged Zhang Xuan to the study. She was very curious about what kind of CBD it was?

She wants to see the plan.

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes, helplessly found the planning book from the drawer, and handed it to her: "It's all here, you can read it yourself."

Tao Ge was very rude and occupied his seat and started watching.

In about half an hour, Tao Ge finished reading it. After closing her eyes and reflecting on it, she raised her head and said to Zhang Xuan: "I don't understand this stuff very well, but it still feels amazing.

I think my old man will be very interested. If possible, I will show it to him tomorrow. "

"sure."

This is what Zhang Xuan was waiting for, but he still asked tentatively: "Would this be bad?"

Tao Ge put the planning book in his bag and exposed his little idea again: "Young Master, don't I know what your plans are?

But don’t have high expectations. I’m new here, and I’m still familiar with many things. Even if I’m interested in your project, I won’t be able to help you in a short period of time. "

Zhang Xuan understood immediately and said frankly: "I don't expect him to help me. I just borrow his help. In the future series of approval procedures, the relevant units should not hold me back for half a year. My time is valuable."

Tao Ge thought it made sense: "This should be no problem."

The two of them were very knowledgeable and did not dwell on this issue too much, and returned the topic to science fiction.

When she finished reading the newly released 5,000-word "Clockwork Girl", Zhang Xuan asked:

"You studied abroad in Europe and have worked in People's Literature for so many years. Do you know the publishing house there?"

This was Zhang Xuan's original intention when he told her that he wrote science fiction novels, to find connections and save time for physical book publishing.

Tao Ge said yes.

But he didn’t directly tell him how far it went, saying that he would talk about it after he finished writing.

Obviously, Tao Ge felt lonely after reading these 5,000 words.

In other words, her mind was full of traditional literature and she naturally rejected science fiction, so she didn't read it.

I knew it was like this, and Zhang Xuan understood it very well: "Okay, I will contact you after I finish writing."

"Zhang Xuan, Zhang Xuan, it's time for dinner."

Just as Zhang Xuan and Tao Ge were chatting in the study, a shout sounded outside the door.

It was Lao Deng's voice.

"Zhang Xuan, Zhang Xuan, it's time for dinner." Not only did he shout this time, he also started knocking on the door.

Bang bang bang, the sound is quite loud.

"Well, you shoot, you continue to shoot, as if this door doesn't belong to you?" Zhang Xuan was speechless, opened the door and stared at Lao Deng.

Lao Deng held his eyes and happily wanted to have a few words with him.

But when he saw Tao Ge behind him, he immediately turned into a polite scumbag and greeted enthusiastically: "Tao Ge, are you there too? That's just right. We have just prepared a meal. If you don't mind, let's go down and have something to drink together."

The two of them had met several times. After Tao Ge took one look at Zhang Xuan, he didn't feel restrained and said yes.

The dinner was very sumptuous. Lao Deng and the guide prepared 10 dishes, which filled the whole table.

This is another form of wedding wine, and Zhang Xuan originally wanted to seal a red envelope.

But after taking a look at Wen Hui and Tao Ge, he gave up again.

Lao Deng specially took out two bottles of Maotai and asked Zhang Xuan: "You haven't drank with me for a long time. Can you drink some with me today?"

Zhang Xuan moved the cup over simply: "I will sacrifice my life to accompany you today, so come and fill it up for me."

As he spoke, he moved Tao Ge's cup over.

Finally, Wen Hui's cup was moved over.

Lao Deng asked Wenhui: "Miss Wen, how much can you drink?"

Wen Hui smiled brightly and said, "Please fill it up for me too. I should be able to have a drink."

Rooney was a little worried and told her, "Don't be brave. You can drink as much as you want. I'm very happy if you can come."

Wen Hui said yes.

This night, we ate well, drank well, and no one was shy about drinking.

Wen Hui was quite reserved at first, but when she saw the other four drinking one glass after another, she ended up drinking more than one drink with her.

As a result, Tao Ge, who was very generous, fell first.

Wen Hui was not drunk at first, but the wine had a strong stamina, and she gradually became a little unconscious, and finally fell on the sofa.

Zhang Xuan, on the other hand, could barely maintain a clear mind.

Zhang Xuan said to Rooney: "Instructor, Wenhui depends on you."

Rooney bent down and tried it, shook her head, tried again, and shook her head again: "Come on, Zhang Xuan, you are such good friends, what are you avoiding?"

Lao Deng grinned and said helpfully: "It's just that he is a grown man, not open at all. I don't like him."

Zhang Xuan: "."

It really hurts my back to stand and talk. It’s not that I’m not open-minded, I’m afraid of dreaming.

After exchanging glares with the dog couple, Zhang Xuan finally gave in and squatted down to carry Wen Hui to the third floor.

So soft, just like in a dream...

The instructor opened the door from the front and then helped put Wenhui on the bed.

After Wen Hui took care of it, Zhang Xuan went downstairs and carried Tao Ge to the second bedroom on the second floor.

After everything was settled, the instructor said to Lao Deng: "Lao Deng, I'll sleep on the third floor tonight. It's not safe for Wenhui to live alone when she's drunk. I don't feel comfortable."

Some words can be understood as soon as they are heard. If Wen Hui had been replaced by Zou Qingzhu, few of them would not have this worry.

Lao Deng said happily: "You go up, Zhang Xuan and I will chat for a while."

The conductor seemed to know what the two were going to talk about, and walked out of the door consciously.

Seeing the door closed, Zhang Xuan took a raw cucumber, washed it casually, took a bite and said, "The money is here."

Lao Deng reached out and cut half of the cucumber, then took a bite: "I'll apply for a visa tomorrow."

Zhang Xuan told him: "Don't be stressed. Just make whatever you can and come back soon."

Lao Deng nodded: "I know, wait for my good news."

Gentleman's talk was over, the two of them finished eating the cucumber and dispersed.

Still this night, Zhang Xuan had a dream.

When he woke up from the dream, a thought flashed through his hazy mind: In the dream, just like reality, Wen Hui's body was soft and comfortable.

The next day, the red sun rose high, and it was another sunny day.

…

Early in the morning, Zhang Xuan took Lao Deng and Tao Ge to No. 228 Tianhe Road.

Zhang Xuan originally thought that his group would arrive early, but he did not expect that Qiu Boren and Chen Min would arrive earlier.

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