Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 264

In the past two days since Fang Jing returned home, what he didn't know was that Shooting Condor had already become popular, with strong promotion, distribution, Sanjiang, home page recommendation, and editor Changhe's one-stop service.

The collection has grown from a few thousand at the beginning to more than 5 before it was put on the shelves. It is certain that the first subscription will be fine.

This score is too cool to be considered good on the martial arts channel of Liangde. The last one who got this kind of treatment was Xiaoaojianghu.

"Boss, congratulations, I heard that your subordinates have published another divine book." Editor Zi Liang congratulated Chang He as soon as he met him early in the morning.

The salaries of their editors are linked to their authors, and the authors get paid more if they write well.

"You're welcome! It's okay! It's just so-so. It's not as good as Fang Jing's book. Your supernatural channel is also good, and the one called Xiaolong is also very fierce."

"Don't mention it." As soon as he mentioned Lingyi, Ziliang had a bitter face, "The clean net operation, the city and Lingyi are the hardest-hit areas, and they are almost blocked."

"No ghosts, no feudal superstition, no gore, no Maoshan faction, no scenes where the hero and heroine fight from the neck down, in short, neither this nor that."

"All the authors I raised have run away. It's honest that Xiaolong has been sealed four or five times. Now I hear that he is going to be a fairy tale."

"Hey! Take care!" Chang He patted him on the shoulder, "Brother is not going well, the road is long and difficult, come on!"

In the past few days, he has been promoting The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and the editor-in-chief has come to him specifically to ask him if he has received a red envelope from the author. Is a martial arts book pushed every day?
Fantasy and urban are the most popular. Basically, the weekly home page recommendations are mostly from these two channels, and the masters are also gathered in it.

"Write about martial arts? Isn't it good for urban entertainment?" This is the thinking of most of the writers in the starting point, "Dreams and so on can't be eaten."

Putting down the bag, brewing a cup of hot coffee, Chang He turned on the computer and began to work, encouraging himself: "It's another day full of energy! Come on!!"

"Yo! People feel refreshed when they have a happy event! It's different when you encounter a good book!" The screenwriter of the supernatural zone said sourly.

"I'm guilty, I'll treat you at noon!"

At this juncture, Changhe doesn't dare to provoke these supernatural bosses, haven't you seen all of them simmering in anger?In yesterday's meeting, they even dared to insult the editor-in-chief.

That scene was like a quarrel, with saliva flying everywhere, and now the editor-in-chief saw that they were taking a detour.

Over 40 books were supernaturally sealed overnight. I don’t know how many editors have to eat steamed buns and instant noodles this month.

Fortunately, the martial arts channel is safe, and the fire cannot reach him.

"Big windmill...the scenery here is really beautiful...the sky is beautiful, the ground is beautiful..."

Humming a song, Chang He logged into his employee account, and the first thing he did was to see if Legend of the Condor Heroes had been updated. This little tree was a bit cold if he didn't repair it, and he couldn't add him to the Penguin account dozens of times.

If you have anything to do, you can only go to the novel comment area to find someone!

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

"Niubi! Just look at the name and you'll know it's a powerful martial art!" Looking at the newly released chapter, Chang He hastily clicked in to read it.

He has been chasing after this book, and Cui Geng is on time every day. Yesterday, the beggar Hong Qigong just showed up, and Huang Rong helped Guo Jing learn martial arts.

"Don't use the potential dragon, the flying dragon is in the sky, see the dragon in the field, the mighty dragon has regrets..."

"Hiss!" Chang He was shocked. This author is a bit awesome. The Book of Changes has been included, and the key is that it fits so well. Hearing the name, he is tall.

This reminded him of Fang Jing's Xiaoao, Dugu Nine Swords also wrote a few sentences that he couldn't understand.

But just because I can't understand it, it looks compelling!
Pretending to be invisible, this author has the potential of a great god, and his writing style is also comparable to that of Fang Jing. The story is not weaker than Xiaoao, and even a little stronger.

"wrong!!"

Chang He was taken aback for a moment, and then realized after a while, "I said, why is this style of writing so similar to Xiaoao? It couldn't be written by one f*cking person, right?"

"It seems that Fang Jing did say that he will continue to publish books in the future, and he didn't say no to writing, so it's normal to change his vest?"

"Wow!!"

Pushing away the chair, Chang He scratched his head and walked towards the signing department. He wanted to see the author's profile of Shooting Condor.

If it was really Fang Jing, he would have made it. With this name, he would be able to repay [-]% of his mortgage this year.

"Fang Hui?"

Fifteen minutes later, looking at the signing of the contract, Changhe was in a mess, and the copy of the ID card said that he was still underage, less than fifteen, and a junior high school student.

"This is a story written by a junior high school student, and I committed suicide by swallowing dung!"

Puzzled, the originally soft hair was scratched into a chicken nest, leaning on the desk, dandruff fell all over the floor.

Chang He didn't know how he came back, the words "impossible" were all in his mind.

"Snapped!"

"This is so unscientific!"

Crazy slap on the table, everyone in the office area was startled, dozens of eyes shot at him, Chang He quickly apologized.

"Big brothers, I'm sorry, something happened just now, a mistake, a mistake! You continue."

"Snapped!"

Just as everyone lowered their heads, there was another sound!The editors, who were already in a bad mood, took stools and walked towards Changhe.

"I remembered, he also has a younger sister with this name." Changhe suddenly realized, "Little tree can't go straight without repairing it. At first I thought it was an old iron from Yingkou!"

"Alas! What are you doing? What are you doing with the stool? If you have something to say, speak up, I didn't mean it."

……

The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon pushed the Condor Shooting to a G-spot again, and the comment section of the day was full of the same sentence.

"Author, your editor said that it will be on the shelves on Friday, so let you explode the update!"

"Author, your editor said that it will be on the shelves on Friday, so let you explode the update!"

"Author, your editor said that it will be on the shelves on Friday, so let you explode the update!"

The backstage didn't reply to private messages, and Changhe couldn't contact anyone, so he could only use this method to notify Fang Jing. Fortunately, the book friend was pretty good, and helped him stand up.

"Meeting is in the sea of ​​people, gathering and dispersing is outside the reunion."

"Wake up on the window sill, waiting for the moonlight to shine down."

"Don't be too sad, believe that the fate is still there"

"Let the clock run slowly, tick tock waiting for you."

……

On the third day after Fang Jing's star tour ended, a network female anchor suddenly rose up, and because of a song, it's not because of loneliness that I want you to attract hundreds of thousands of fans.

In a short period of time, this song hit the top [-] on the online song charts, and the name Wang Yuanyuan was exposed to the public.

It's just that Anonymous is written in the column of songwriter.

On the fourth day, the celebrity's one-day trip was broadcast, and there was a scene of Wang Yuanyuan squatting at the door of Fang Jing's house, and this girl became even more popular.

Chasing songs to other people's homes is nothing.

There is also Fang Jing's sentence "Don't tell others" to make the audience laugh out loud.

"Come here and see what the person squatting in front of Fang Jing's house looks like?"

"Miss, do you know where Fang Jing is? Is he handsome? What's his family like?"

"How much did this song cost? I want to buy one too. Is it convenient for the anchor to disclose the price?"

At nine o'clock in the evening, the rehearsal of the group's singing activities ended. Wang Yuanyuan used her mobile phone to broadcast live in the dormitory as usual. The popularity was extremely high within a few minutes of the broadcast, which was seven or eight times as usual.

There are also a few million-popular gods who make ward rounds!
It took her a long time to know what was going on from the dense barrage.

"Ahem! Fang Jing didn't write this song, you guessed it wrong!" Wang Yuanyuan explained, Fang Jing repeatedly asked her not to speak out, of course she couldn't.

"We all understand, what Fang Jing said! I asked you not to reveal it, and you said you were afraid of trouble, right?"

Wang Yuanyuan was dumbfounded, how did these people know?Goodness, she never said it!
Fang Jing, I really didn't betray you!

(End of this chapter)