Chapter 771 Flattery

"Jiang Yang is here!"

The little girl next to Wen Xue shouted, startling him.

Then——

He followed their gaze and saw a handsome guy wearing a nice outfit, wearing an expensive watch on his wrist, and holding a candied haws in his hand walking towards him from the subway direction.

This scene——

was a bit out of place.

Jiang Yang was speechless.

He had just returned from Teacher Jiangnan.

He was going to tell his wife the good news, telling her that from today on, he would enter the special effects industry, and he would be a big boss in the special effects industry in the future. The national special effects industry would be supported by his generation, and the world's special effects would look to this side.

Then——

When he left the subway, he saw a child eating candied haws with relish, so he bought one himself. He was chewing it, and just as he walked to the door of the building, he suddenly saw a group of people surrounding him, and there were reporters inside.

If they asked him about plagiarism or something——

Jiang Yang saw that the opportunity was not right, so he raised his foot and ran into the building.

"Jiang Yang..."

"Sign your name."

I don't know if it was a reporter or a passerby who was shouting, Jiang Yang didn't even turn his head.

Just then-

The little girl next to Wen Xue suddenly shouted loudly: "Whose Coke fell!"

Jiang Yang actually turned his head.

The little girl hurriedly raised Wen Xue's hand, and 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 we didn't even have time to go to the Forbidden City."

At this point-

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

I don't know which fan smiled and said: "If they want to interview, I'll beat him up for you!"

Reporter:...

"Okay."

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

Reporter:...

Then-

Jiang Yang reminded Wen Xue: "You use a blue bottle to fish, isn't it too much!!"

Wen Xue:...

At this time.

The little girl next to him asked him to sign.

Jiang Yang picked up the pen and wrote, and the two words "Li Yu" he asked him to write were like a couple fighting and wanting to separate, and Wen Xue was grinning.

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

Wen Xue saw that this was not good.

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

Fortunately, there were not many people.

When Wen Xue squeezed in, he was the only one left.

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

With his pig brain, if he said he was an editor in person and wanted to talk about books, Jiang Yang would turn around and leave.

Why didn't he think of it just now?

Fortunately, he thought of it at the last second, otherwise the editor-in-chief's blood pressure would soar. If he poked a hole in his head, he would probably see a fountain. Speaking of which, then he could have raised it.

One carrot, one hole...

Wen Xue just thought of this and saw Jiang Yang looking at him.

Wen Xue, who couldn't think of what to say for the time being, 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 while, took out a book from the bag of books he had just bought, and opened the cover: "Sign here."

Jiang Yang signed his name.

At the last stroke, he nodded with a sense of satisfaction, and he found that his handwriting was becoming more and more charming. Then, he found that the name of the book was "Banana Republic".

"Hey--"

Jiang Yang thought the title was 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, and you can't buy it in ordinary bookstores--"

Wen Xue glanced at the little girl next to him who was reluctant to leave, and asked Jiang Yang to go to the side to explain in detail: "In the corner of the bookstore inside, there is only one left. Come on, I'll take you there. If someone else buys it, it will be hard to find..."

Jiang Yang thought that I could go by myself.

But——

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

The bookstore is just below the building.

On the way, Wen Xue looked back and saw that the others had not caught up with him, so he took out his business card: "Jiang Yang, hello, let me introduce myself. I am the editor of "Qiu Shi", the magazine you submitted your article to——"

Jiang Yang: ...

The magazine that you don't even like "Shou Jie" is known as the top pure literature magazine in China?

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

Wen Xue: ...

"Yes, yes."

Wen Xue nodded hurriedly: "I remembered it wrong. Some time ago, a genius named Jiang Yang submitted a manuscript to our magazine. We were too lazy and didn't check our emails, 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."

"Ah?"

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

Wen Xue saw this and thought that the editor-in-chief had a good and wonderful high blood pressure: "To be honest, after missing this manuscript, our magazine has become a laughing stock in the industry and our position is almost lost."

Jiang Yang: "You are exaggerating, is this article so good?"

"Good, very good, extremely good."

Wen Xue told Jiang Yang to buy it and read it if he had the chance, "It's 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 I'm not good at writing, very bad."

"Then you should read this article!!"

Wen Xue said decisively, "This article doesn't 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 benefit to your writing!"

"Oh, oh."

Jiang Yang was a little at a loss.

What Wen Xue said made him feel crisp in his heart.

At the same time.

It also made him very uncomfortable.

He always wanted to show off.

He always wanted to say that I have read a lot of these books, but I didn't learn anything from it. I just remembered the delicious things like 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 wanted to hear more from Wen Xue, but when they arrived at the bookstore, Wen Xue stopped talking and Jiang Yang finished eating the candied haws.

Jiang Yang broke the bamboo sticks of the candied haws and put them in the trash can. He followed him into the bookstore with a sense of unsatisfied desire.

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

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

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

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Yang asked naturally. He was not in a hurry to leave.

He wanted to hear more praises from Wen Xue.

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 will know from the name that it is aimed at Kyoto. Will people in your hometown read it?"

Jiang Yang thought for a while: "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 then published in a book. It was published twice. Taking two cents is secondary. The key is to let more people see it, and it is worth letting more people see it."

Jiang Yang: ...

Now he understands why there were tyrants in ancient times and why the king could not write good songs.

Such a flattery really makes people lose their way.

"No more."

Wen Xue felt that it was almost done. What should be done was done. It would be redundant to do it again, so he said goodbye: "I still have to find a way to eliminate the misunderstanding and let him give me the manuscript. We will see each other again if there is a chance."

"Goodbye."

Jiang Yang watched him leave.

Then——

Jiang Yang happily went upstairs, got some mineral water from the tea room, and happily pushed open Li Qingning's office, "Wife, I——"

Sister Chen is here.

Mr. Hong, the leading figure in the music arrangement industry and the current music director of Jinli Studio, is here.

An Yuan is here too.

In addition.

Feng Jing, the music director of Time.com, is here too.

She also brought a few people with her.

Sister Chen was talking: "——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 talking, but was interrupted by Jiang Yang.

Li Qingning was sitting behind her desk, bored, and was playing with the wedding ring on the chain elegantly.

For a moment.

Everyone looked at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang was a little embarrassed.

"Sorry."

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.