Rebirth: Starting From the Confession

Chapter 24

The afterglow of the sunset approaching the evening is still very vicious.

Since the end of the college entrance examination, he has been running outside, and his whole person has been tanned a lot.

But Fang Yi doesn’t mind, because his skin is of the type that is easy to tan but also quick to grow white.

As soon as I went up to the third floor, before I got out of the stairs, I heard a ring of telephone ringing from my living room.

Fang Yi couldn’t help speeding up and took out the key to open the door. He stepped forward quickly and picked up the microphone.

“Who?”

“Hello, is it Mr. Fang Dayong?” A calm male voice came across the phone.

Fang Dayong is Fang Yi’s pen name.

Taken from a passage in the world from the inner chapter of “Zhuangzi”: Useless is useful!

“I am, who are you?” Although Fang Yi asked this, he already knew the identity of the other party in his heart.

“I am the editor-in-chief of the Magic Capital Hongyan Publishing House, Yang Zhen.”

To be honest, Fang Yi knew that they would contact him, but he never thought it would be so fast.

I just left the phone call more than an hour ago!

What he didn’t know was that the sudden interruption a few days ago, instead of having any negative impact on “Ghost Blowing the Lantern”, made the book even more popular.

Now, in major forums, BBS, and even chat rooms, netizens are discussing the reasons for his interruption every day.

Some people say that because he is too busy at work, he really can’t spare time.

Some people also said that he was seriously ill and was given first aid in the hospital.

Others said that he was exhausted and could not go down anymore.

These inferences and speculations are still relatively normal, and the reasons discussed in some forums are just your mother’s outrageous.

He actually said that his real identity is the descendant of the captain Mojin. He had an accident in an ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty a few days ago and never came up again.

This TM…

It is also for this reason that some other publishers have gradually begun to notice the value of the book “Ghost Blowing the Lantern”. So Hongyan Publishing House couldn’t sit still anymore, and decided to take the initiative to contact Fang Yi, preferably ahead of other publishing houses.

Fang Yi knowingly asked: “Oh, hello, editor-in-chief, what can I do?”

Although this kind of routine is old, it is very practical.

To be honest, if you can be the editor-in-chief of a publishing house, your qigong skills will not be too bad. Moreover, I have seen a lot of various routines, so Yang Zhen is not annoyed. Instead, he frankly said: “Mr. Fang, I won’t speak any kind words. Our publisher and myself are very optimistic about your book. I don’t know if I am interested. Talk about physical publishing?”

“certainly!”

The opponent is already straight to the point, and Fang Yi must also be confused.

“I want to know first, how many words does Mr. Fang plan to write about the book “Ghost Blowing the Lantern”?”

This issue is critical to Yang Zhen. The ultimate goal of publishing physical books is to make money. If it is only a short story of tens of thousands of words, then there is no need to spend so much effort.

Fang Yi understood what he meant, and replied: “A total of eight books with a total of more than 2.3 million characters!”

Hearing that, Yang Zhen on the other end of the phone was taken aback for a moment, and then he was surprised to ask: “Mr. Fang has finished writing this book?”

“Not yet, only two manuscripts have been written so far, and I plan to use the electronic version for the remaining six.”

Fang Yi said, “It’s hard to tell on the phone. If you are really interested, you can come to Jiangzhen and let’s talk face to face.”

“good!”

Yang Zhen didn’t hesitate, and he agreed: “The Magic City is very close to Jiangzhen City. I can go there anytime. Is it convenient to leave an address?”

Fang Yi muttered, “Let’s do it, tomorrow morning at 11 o’clock, I will wait for you at Youlan Cafe on Dingmao Road.”

“Well, I must be there on time!”

…

Fang Yi smiled slightly after hanging up the phone.

It’s done, the first pot of gold is about to be handed.

Blowing the melodious and brisk whistle of “Whistle”, he picked up his change of clothes and walked to the bathroom.

This good mood lasted until dinner.

Feeling that her son seemed to be in a good mood, Zhuang Shufen couldn’t help asking: “Son, what is so happy?”

“A publishing house contacted me today, and the novel I wrote is about to be published!”

Fang Yi didn’t hide it from them, and explained with a smile.

“real?”

Zhuang Shufen’s tone didn’t show much excitement, but a hint of doubt.

Gee!

Fang Yi stopped doing it immediately and raised his eyebrows and said, “Mom, what do you mean? Just look down on your son like this?”

In fact, this is not to blame Zhuang Shufen. At this time of the millennium, there are no serious online novels. The bookstores are basically traditional literature except for children’s books and science and education books.

Even if there is a novel, it is a classical martial arts novel like Jin Yong Gulong.

After reading the novel written by Fang Yi, she felt that it was her son’s self-entertainment, and she never thought that it would be published.

Seeing his expression, Zhuang Shufen couldn’t believe in her face: “Is there a publishing house that really likes it?”

“How fresh, I have nothing to do to tease you.” Fang Yi curled his lips.

Fang Yucheng took a sip of his wine and reminded: “Are you sure that the other party is a publishing house? Don’t be deceived. There are more and more crooks these days.”

Fang Yi smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I have a clear heart.”

Apart from his unstable studies, his son is still very relieved in other aspects.

So Fang Yucheng stopped saying anything and continued to taste the small wine.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yi thought in his heart, father quickly drink it, otherwise you won’t have to drink it in a few days when the college entrance examination score is down!

“Son, how much is the publishing fee?” Zhuang Shufen asked curiously.

Fang Yi replied casually, “I haven’t talked about it yet, anyway, the reserve price in my heart is one million.”

“You just blow it! It’s one million yuan, a few thousand yuan is not bad.”

Zhuang Shufen obviously did not believe him.

After all, one million in 2000 is still very important.

You know, the house price in Chaoyang District, Kyoto at this time is only 3,800 per level. The housing price in Jiangzhen City is even lower. The price of a residential area developed in the new urban area is one square meter, and a house of more than 100 square meters costs only 100,000 yuan.

Many people are too expensive and are reluctant to buy it.

One million is enough to buy ten commercial houses in the city! .