Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 152 Two names that are about to sweep the world (two in one, please subscribe!!!)

"An event that set off a frenzied atmosphere around the world?" The editor-in-chief of Zhiyin Media was stunned again, because of the lawyer's wording, and even more because of the madness in his words.

"A blessing collection activity. Each reader can send a letter to our published address by writing a blessing card, or post an email to our specially designed webpage, and we will arrange special relevant personnel to be responsible for statistics and sorting. ’ the lawyer smiled.

"However, writing postcards and mailing blessings is outdated a long time ago. Most of our magazine's audience are teenagers and middle school students. They probably won't be interested in the characters in fairy tales enough to devote time and energy to blessing them... ..." The editor-in-chief hesitated for a moment, but still truthfully expressed his thoughts.

"If it's free, of course no one is willing. My client knows this better than anyone else. She said that people are born to be beasts chasing after profits..." The young lawyer smiled meaningfully, "So, you are willing to help us both. Those who are blessed by the protagonist may win a mysterious prize!"

"Mysterious award?" the editor-in-chief said in a daze, he felt that his brain was not enough today... Maybe this client is a psychopath.

Yes, it must be so!After all, who would spend $400 million just to send blessings to two friends, and even go through all the troubles to come up with a mysterious prize!
"Yes, it's actually not that mysterious. The customer's request is that every time a signed postcard or mail is received, a reward of ten dollars will be invested in the prize pool, and two will be twenty dollars, and so on... Wait until seven days later, the postcard And the mail will be collected, and the number of blessings received will be multiplied by ten times the US dollars as a reward, and one of the lucky readers will be randomly selected as a one-time gift.”

The editor-in-chief was completely shocked. The corners of his open mouth twitched slightly, his eye sockets were rounded, and he interpreted the word "stunned" vividly.

"You may not know much about our readership... Our average journal will have at least millions of sales volume. It is conservatively estimated that if one-tenth of them are converted into well-wishes, there will be tens of thousands of people. You have to prepare at least several million dollars!" The editor-in-chief seemed a little hesitant, "Is this too crazy?"

"Money can't buy you happiness. Many rich people have such weird personalities. I once had a client who was an anime nerd with a very violent personality. She used to go crazy because the heroine of "Pokémon" frequently changed. Selling the stocks of 'Game Freak' and Nintendo... You don't know how difficult these rich people are to serve, sometimes they are simply neurotic!" The lawyer patted the editor-in-chief on the shoulder, "But these are not things that should be considered now, you guys Now you only need to do a good job of publicity, and then publish our story in the most prominent position among you, and someone will take care of the rest of the work."

"Okay, I'm going to prepare the contract now." The editor-in-chief stood up, carrying two envelopes with huge promissory notes.

Twenty minutes later, a silver Porsche 10 convertible drove out of the underground garage of Zhiyin Company. The young lawyer sat in the passenger seat with a wish-fulfilling smile on his face. The beast roared away.In the trunk of the sports car, there is also a collection of "Novel Painting" and "Friends of Friends" presented by the editor-in-chief as a friendly gift, filling the entire space.

However, what the lawyer did not tell the editor-in-chief of Zhiyin Media was that at the same time, exactly the same thing was happening quietly in nearly twenty publishing houses and media companies in ten countries around the world. Published magazines are at least million-level sales!
This means that the story of Jormungandr and Chu Zihang will not only be published in "Xinhuahui" and "Zhiyin Manke", but will also appear in the most prominent and popular sections of all famous magazines around the world... A forbidden battle between man and dragon The fairy tale of love will be like the most violent hurricane, crazily sweeping across the whole world!
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China, BJ, a food stall barbecue stall deep in a certain alley.

Tang Ben and Zhu Yan sat on the same bench, their eyes flicked back and forth between each other and the table.Before that, they were strangers who had no intersection in their lives, and the sudden fate between them was tightly bound by the box full of banknotes on the table.These banknotes seem to have just been taken out of the bank without tearing off the seals, and the strong smell of new banknotes seems to be unable to cover up the smell of tobacco and alcohol permeating the barbecue booth. Mouthwatering.

Tang Ben is a young and middle-aged novelist... Of course, this is just his ideal. In the real world, he is just a street novelist. I feel that there is nowhere to display my ambitions, and my talents are underappreciated. I imagine that one day I will be able to turn a dragon into a dragon if I seize the opportunity...Zhu Yan's situation is slightly stronger, and she has just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts.Some people say that graduation means unemployment, and Zhu Yan can't adapt to the social animal life of 996, so she relies on the extra money she earns from receiving some original drawings to make ends meet while chasing her dreams. He is an aspiring young man with some artistic accomplishments!
They looked like people who would appear in such late-night food stalls. Their bearded faces and dejected appearance seemed to be born for late-night wine stalls, but the girl across the table was out of tune with the street life here.

The girl is wearing a tight black leather jacket, showing off her exaggerated curves. Her slender legs are overlapping and slanting, like a deadly machete. The girl is covered in expensive perfume, and the blush at the corners of her eyes With a sharp arc, the tall Qiong nose is as unattainable as a steep mountain, and the lips are full and red, like a glamorous supermodel who just came off the catwalk.

"The situation is like this. I have also shown you the outline of the story. I need a touching story. If it can move people to tears and make readers feel sad and cry, I will try to make everyone who sees this story fall in love with it. Our Jormungandr and Chu Zihang...you only have two days." Mai Tokuro suddenly paused, and looked down at his watch, "No, to be precise, it is one day and ten hours, and the serialized Chapter 1 story is To be freshly baked."

Then she bit down the last bunch of salt-and-pepper chicken feet, took out a red banknote from the box and slapped it on the table, "The taste is strong enough, ten more skewers, this time it will be twice as spicy!" The girl was imposing.

"I have the outline, and I have no problem with time! But it is very difficult to make everyone fall in love with them. Although I am very confident in my writing and plot control, so far no author has been able to create a story that makes everyone fall in love with them. A character that everyone loves..." Tang Ben didn't dare to look directly at Jiu Toku Mai, but could only look at the box of banknotes and half the table of chicken feet and said.

"It's okay, they will fall in love, because Jormungandr and Chu Zihang are very valuable, no one will have trouble with money. Your task is to put your life's talent and enthusiasm into this work, and treat Jormungandr as your own mother ,Treat Chu Zihang like your own father. Don’t you always feel that you are underappreciated? This time is a good opportunity. As long as your story can impress everyone, all publishing houses will scramble for you in the future. The editor who once looked down on you will treat you as an ancestor." Mai Tokuro took his eyes away from Tang himself and glanced at Zhu Yan, "What about you?"

"Time is too short, manga is not a job that can be updated every day!" Zhu Yan complained, then he glanced at the pile of red banknotes, and gritted his teeth, "But I still know a few Friends who are original artists, we can rush to work all night! But it would be better if there is a prototype of the protagonist, so that we can save the steps of character design, and the efficiency will be improved a lot!"

Mai Tokuku conjured up two black-and-white photos out of nowhere, and pushed them on the table, "The male lead is an elite cool guy, with a cold face and few words, but he is coquettish, cold outside and hot inside, and has the potential of an eight-year-old woman; the female lead is a brainy The beautiful girl who is guilty of smoking, speaks a lot of nonsense, carefree but careful... Well, you can also consider adding a character named 'Ricardo' to the story, the male protagonist's younger brother, whose role is to always secretly serve Their love is escorted, and their personalities are...elites are decisive and they can speak nonsense."

"Is this character called 'Ricardo' a combination of the two of them?" Tang Ben muttered in a low voice, "Why doesn't it sound like a junior, but more like their son?"

"You are very intelligent." Mai Jiude slapped his palms, and the driver in black came from a distance with a sharp paper knife.Mai Jiude took over the crimping knife, grabbed a handful of heavy cash under everyone's gaze, and crunched it in two, as if crunching her review materials after the college entrance examination.

Everyone was stunned and silent for a moment. A brawny man with a bare back and tattoos slammed the wine bottle on the table and whistled: "This girl is really strong! She is so smart!"

Amidst the applause and booing of the whole hall, Jiu De Mai stepped on the back of the chair. She held up the paper knife like an ancient guillotine, and the banknotes underneath were like the heads of sinners. She did not hesitate It was rolled down hard, stack after stack, and the swirling banknotes fell into the kraft paper bag prepared by the driver like blood spattering.

"One million manuscript remuneration, half for each person." Jiu Toku Mai zipped up the travel bag and threw it on the table in front of Tang Ben and Zhu Yan.

"Half of yours is the right half, and you can divide it yourself, but even if you get the bank, you can't get the whole money back. If you want the left half, you can exchange it with stories and comics. Remember to work hard without sleeping and eating. Ah! The most powerful editors are waving to you with a bright future! You are all the best young people, and I hope that Jormungandr and Chu Zihang will shine in your stories...but next time we meet you can shave Shampooing your hair or something, the strong smell of bachelors on your body has affected my appetite a bit today."

Tang Ben and Zhu Yan looked at the piles of chicken feet on the table, and exchanged glances, but neither of them dared to talk back.

Mai Tokuku clapped his hands and took out a promissory note with four zeros drawn on it from his wallet, "I will pay for the wine tonight, please look forward to a great love fairy tale in major magazines in two days and bless you They. Oh, by the way, our newcomers are Jormungandr and Chu Zihang, remember these two names!"

People held wine bottles and slammed them on the wine table, and the rhythm was clanging. Jiu De Mai gracefully stepped up her long legs, twisted her slender waist and stepped on the beat, walking towards the extended Hummer on the side of the road. Everyone blew kisses, as if a female star was saying goodbye to fans.

Everyone was drunk, I don't know if it was because the alcohol was too high today, or because the girl who left was too hot.The barbeque stall smelled of cumin and smoke and wine, and the strong and dazzling fragrance seemed to fill this narrow alley forever and linger for a long time.

……

The executive suite looked like the ruins of a recent terrorist attack.There are so many Coke cans that can be piled up into a set of dominoes, KFC takeaway paper bags can be seen everywhere, the scraps of pizza and chicken wings are probably enough to feed a whole nest of mice for a winter, and the only clean and tidy desktop is because it is full of four laptops. Fully open, the CPU is running at super high power.

Chu Zihang was sitting in the "Pure Land" in the center of the "ruins". He was wearing a headset, typing quickly on the keyboard with both hands, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, motionless, like a robot stalking.The four computer screens can fit together a map of the entire city of BJ, and the dense red dots on it flicker and then go out immediately, and then appear in other places.

Fingel was lying on the bed with a "big" character. He reached under the bed with one hand, shaking the red wine bottle on the floor, and grabbed a piece of dried-out pizza with the other hand, biting hard, looking like a giant turtle with a hangover.

"Where are Lu Mingfei and his hunter friends? I haven't seen them since this morning?" Chu Zihang asked suddenly, taking off his earphones.

It seems that his work has temporarily come to an end, but even so, he did not let out a deep sigh of relief like ordinary people and immediately collapsed on the soft back of the chair, but immediately asked Lu Ming All the states in his life seem to be in this way without any pause and can be seamlessly connected.

"His hunter friend has been yelling that his hands are itchy, saying that he must practice a few interstellar games, or he will be scratched all over, but he doesn't want to disturb your work... Maybe he should go to an Internet cafe." Fingel took a sip of wine, "I If I know how to play, I will go too, but unfortunately I am not interested in games. But now it seems that going to Internet cafes to hang out is probably more comfortable than listening to you typing on the keyboard here, junior brother!"

"The sound of keyboards in Internet cafes will be noisier." Chu Zihang said solemnly, "There will also be various noises. According to statistics, Internet cafes rank in the top three areas with the most serious noise pollution, second only to construction sites."

"But at least there are girls there! Those complaints and spitting sounds at least sound human." Finger's face was full of resentment, "How did you manage to make only the sound of pressing keys for three hours, and even coughing?" You don’t even cough and go to the toilet! Did you become a keyboard master in your last life!”

(End of this chapter)