Chapter 911 Grave Robbers' Notes

The final destination of the summit was the Qinhuai Boat.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived here. The literati were good at writing, and most of them were in a sub-healthy state. After walking all the way, everyone was obviously tired. Fortunately, the audience who followed them gradually dispersed, and the atmosphere was not so noisy.

Luoyang likes to exercise, and he is young and strong, so he doesn't feel tired.

He quietly watched the scenery of Qinhuai. At this time, the moon was sparse, the lights were dancing, the boats were lined up on the river, and the small tables were piled with snacks with Nanling flavor.

The host, who completely turned into a tour guide, took everyone into the boat.

Find a quiet place to sit down, raise a glass and drink a little, the delicious food is very comfortable.

The ancient costume beauty who was arranged in advance came on stage to play a little song for everyone, which seemed to eliminate a lot of fatigue of the day. Everyone drank tea and chatted, and finally had the atmosphere that a literati gathering should have.

When the summit ended, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

After drinking tea in the Qinhuai Boat, everyone got up and went back to the hotel they had arranged in advance.

The talent Luoyang showed at the summit made him the focus of the whole audience without any dispute. During the tea, Luoyang was always surrounded by people. Even He Mingxuan, the president of the Poetry Association, favored Luoyang.

During the period, He Mingxuan also asked Luoyang for a signed copy of The Return of the Condor Heroes. Luoyang met the other party's request.

He Mingxuan explained: "My wife loves to watch martial arts novels, and her favorite is "The Return of the Condor Heroes". Before today's summit, she repeatedly told me to get your autograph, Mr. Luo."

Luoyang smiled and said, "It's my honor."

He Mingxuan waved his hand: "Mr. Luo, you're welcome. The song "Rain Alley" you sang today was amazing. I admire it very much."

After a pause, He Mingxuan said, "In fact, I didn't like martial arts novels very much before. I felt that the artistic level of this kind of popular literature was not high, but Mr. Luo's performance made me change some of my inherent concepts. If I have time, I will buy a set of Mr. Luo's works and read them carefully."

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In addition to He Mingxuan, Fang Yun, the Minister of Culture, also talked to Luoyang for a few words.

Although Fang Yun was in a high position, he seemed to be a straightforward person. His emotions were written on his face. He could not hide his appreciation for Luoyang in his words. All the writers present were envious. Finally, Fang Yun took a photo with Luoyang. Luoyang was the only one among the more than 200 writers at the summit who received such treatment.

They did not stay for too long.

Three days later, Luoyang and Hua Qi returned to Tiandu and went to the company.

At this time, "Rain Alley" created by Luoyang at the summit and the short poem "Broken Chapter" published by Lu Yuer for him had become a hot topic on the Internet and were widely circulated.

"Someone also suggested that the boss publish a collection of poems."

On the way to the company, Hua Qi said to Luoyang while looking at the comments online.

Luoyang smiled and said, "This is a good idea. I can publish a collection of poems when I have time. I have dabbled in martial arts, history, science fiction, and romance. It's not a bad idea to add a poem."

They chatted and arrived at the company.

Luoyang entered his office, and before he could even sit down, Xiang Tao rushed over in a hurry.

Luoyang couldn't help teasing, "Why are you in such a hurry? I just came back a few minutes ago. Can't you give me time to drink some water?"

"It's really urgent."

Xiang Tao sat opposite Luoyang and said with a glare, "The suspense adventure writer Canston, his new book "Blood Castle" was published in "Youlong" magazine."

Luoyang shrugged, "Then what?"

"Then how long will it take for your new martial arts book, boss? Canston, who is known as the king of delaying manuscripts, has published a new book. Don't forget that "Youlong" magazine has been eyeing our "Jianghu"... "

"Can Canston alone make "Youlong" sell more than us?"

"Of course Canston alone can't do it, but in addition to Canston, Youlong has also invited Tianxi, who is one of the three kings and one queen who is as famous as you. His influence in China is not low."

Luoyang lowered his head to think, tapping the table lightly with his fingers.

Two minutes later, he raised his head and asked, "Is the sales volume of Jianghu magazine now the tenth in the country?"

Xiang Tao said helplessly, "It has fallen to the twelfth place in the country. The completion of Sherlock Holmes has a great impact on our magazine. Although the response to The Four Famous Detectives is good, it is not a phenomenon after all."

"It's coming on strong..."

"Of course, Tianxi is okay, and the influence of The Four Famous Detectives is enough to offset it, but Canston is a big threat, because the market for adventure and suspense novels in our country is still blank..."

Xiang Tao was very worried.

Yes, although "Youlong" invited Canston and Tianxi to join, they could not pose a big threat to "Jianghu" for a while, but as time goes by, they may become a big problem in the future...

Luoyang's mind moved: "Is there a gap in the suspense adventure market?"

Xiang Tao nodded: "Is there anything strange about this? There are not many adventure works in China, let alone adding suspense elements. Canston is a bit of a rare commodity in this regard. Many readers on the Internet have already said in advance that they will definitely buy "Youlong" magazine for Canston."

Luoyang curled his lips and said: "It's nothing more than vampires and werewolves."

In the previous life, there was a Western work called "Twilight" that had a great influence in China. The subject matter written by Canston was probably the same as "Twilight". In the previous life, Luoyang was not interested in Western legends such as vampires and werewolves, so he did not intend to use "Twilight" to defend against the enemy.

Xiang Tao sighed: "Who made us no one who can write this kind of work..."

Hearing this, Luoyang smiled faintly and said: "Who said that no one in our East can write this kind of work?"

"Ah, am I ignorant? Is there any writer in China who is good at this style of work? It shouldn't be. If there is a writer who can write this type of work, I can't help but know him. Boss, who is he? I will immediately invite him, even if his level is not very good-"

Xiang Tao's voice suddenly stopped.

He stared at Luoyang: "Boss, the person you are talking about is not you, right?"

Luoyang nodded, and rarely showed his pride: "Yes, it's me. You don't have to be so surprised. We have known each other for so long. Don't you know that I am omnipotent in writing?"

"I just..."

"No just, if I say yes, it must be yes."

Xiang Tao smiled bitterly: "Boss, if you say so, it seems that there is no problem. Um, can you tell me what the name of this adventure suspense work is going to be?"

Luoyang's eyes returned to the computer screen: "Grave Robbers' Chronicles."