Chapter 696: The Great Writer Who Was Trapped By His Friends 3

Those present were all acquaintances who had known each other for several years, and this kind of topic was not too private.

Chu Mu took a sip of beer and nodded: "I have some thoughts, but I haven't really perfected it yet."

When he spoke like this, others became interested.

"I have an idea, what type of new book do you plan to write?"

"When is Chunqiu going to release a new book?"

"I'm a fan of "God's Wrath". How long will it take for this book to finish?"

"..."

There are five people here except Chu Mu.

In the circle, they are all familiar names.

But among the great gods, there are obviously levels.

For example, the pseudonym Chu's Chunqiu, even among the ranks of great gods, is at the top level, the person on the top of the pyramid.

For the rest, Xuehai Wuya was about the same age as the Chu family before, but the response to the new book released at the beginning of the year was not very good. Although the data is not ugly relying on a wave of die-hard fans, this book is indeed a big drop in standard.

The other four, two old gods, and two new gods who have risen in recent years, are still a head short in front of Chu's Spring and Autumn.

Especially those who have ideas for a new book recently, want to know what type of Chu's Spring and Autumn's new book is.

Better not to bump into each other.

Although with their positions, even if they bump into each other, they can get all the resources they should have, but being overwhelmed all the way is obviously not a good feeling.

Chu Mu smiled lightly and said, "The new book is still fantasy. As for the release time, it's still early, at least it's the end of the year."

It's only August now, and it's really not a short time until the end of the year.

The two who had plans for a new book breathed a sigh of relief, and already planned to discuss with their respective editors and set the date of publication in advance.

The topic of the new book has not stopped.

But Chu Mu is not stupid. Apart from talking about some irrelevant things, he didn't reveal the real core content at all.

His new book is just an idea, nothing concrete has come out.

Although all present were friends who had known each other for at least three years, except for Xue Hai Wuya, Chu Mu couldn't fully trust them.

...

This party was initiated by Xue Hai Wuya. After dinner, he took a few people to walk around two famous scenic spots in S City.

As for the evening, some people want to catch up on the update, and some people are tired on the road and want to rest for a while, so there is no activity.

Chu Mu is a person who has saved manuscripts, so there is not much pressure to update them.

He returned to the hotel room, turned on the computer, and recorded some inspirations about the setting of the new book that appeared in his mind today.

The door rang at this moment.

It is the boundless sea of ​​snow.

"Chunqiu, are you busy now?" He asked.

Chu Mu took a careful look at him. Although Xue Hai Wuya had a relaxed look on his face, there was a gloom hidden between his brows and eyes.

He was obviously not as free and easy as he showed on the surface.

The new book setting is not in a hurry.

But the friend in front of him seemed to need some guidance.

Chu Mu stepped aside and let Xue Hai Wuya in, and the two sat down.

"Xue Hai, what's the matter?"

Xue Hai Wuya may have come in front of his best friend, so he no longer concealed it, and finally showed a bit of bitterness on his forced smile.

"Have you any wine?" he asked.

Chu Mu didn't say much, got up and took two cans of beer from the wine cabinet in the suite.

Xue Hai Wu Ya was dissatisfied, so he got up to take a look, glanced around, and brought out two more bottles of white.