The Emperor of the Fantasy City

When the old man opened the red curtain.

Inside hangs an oil painting of two people, a man in military uniform, wearing a top hat and leather boots.

This person, as a descendant of the Washington family, naturally knows, that is, their ancestor George Washington.

Next to George Washington, a young man in a white shirt, low-top boots, and black trousers smiled and gently leaned on a jet-black motorcycle behind him.

The ancestor leaned on the motorcycle with the young man, both showing a very bright smile.

Just by relying on this oil painting, I know that the relationship between the two people in it should be very good.

“This, how is this possible…” the young man froze, because a motorcycle appeared in the painting, and how did the young man’s pants look so much like jeans.

These things were born in the last 100 years.

“Father, grandpa, is this oil painting an imitation?” The young man of Ian Washington said dumbfounded, he did not believe this fact at all.

If this is really the case, then can such people exist in all the intractable things in human history?

“No, this is not an imitation, this oil painting has been passed down from the ancestors until now.” The old man said slowly, “If the ancestors were just a little confused at that time, then now we can be sure that the painting is a motorcycle, so one thing is very clear.” ”

“The ancestor’s friend either mastered technology that was ahead of his time, or he returned to the past from the modern era.” The old man said that such a slightly mysterious thing, in fact, he was difficult to accept at the beginning.

“That’s why the ancestor ordered such a thing at that time, because he believed that his friend might still be alive somewhere in the world.” The old man looked at the youth, “Ian, this is what our ancestors handed down, do you remember?” ”

“I remembered.” Ian nodded, looking a little stunned.

“Lanny, take Ian back, I’m here quietly.” The old man waved his hand, “There are also arrangements for going to Hong Kong for auction.” ”

“Father, you don’t have to.” The middle-aged man couldn’t help but speak.

“Lanny, I’m not this old yet.” The old man’s eyes widened.

“Got it, Father.” Lanny slowly left the basement with his son.

“Ancestors.” The old man’s cloudy eyes looked at the oil painting a little distracted.

………………………………

This day.

Ye Tian was ready to go to Yanjing’s publishing house, because the collection of fairy tales had already been completed.

Later, you only need to publish it.

If Ye Tian wanted to spread goods across the country, he needed to choose a powerful publishing house.

Otherwise, some small publishing houses do not have such capabilities.

In fact, according to the normal process, the manuscript is submitted first, and then the editor of the publisher will select from many manuscripts, and they think it is okay.

Then it is handed over layer by layer, and the final editor-in-chief approves the decision.

As for those eliminated, their manuscripts are unlikely to reach the place of the editor-in-chief.

It’s just that Ye Tian thought about it, I don’t know how long it will take to hand it over like this, Ye Tian wants to be faster.

Then Ye Tian thought of Yang Xiaomi and chatted with Yang Xiaomi, they naturally had friends who knew in this line, and then Ye Tian directly contacted the editor-in-chief.

Ye Tian just gave the manuscript directly to the editor-in-chief.

You only need to talk to the editor-in-chief.

Yang Xiaomi and Sugar Yan are also curious about Ye Tian, Ye Tian is not only a world-class connoisseur, but now he is going to publish books again?

Of course, publishing books or something, it feels less impactful than world-class connoisseurs.

It is also because everyone can publish books now, so Yang Xiaomi and they feel fine.

Yang Xiaomi had no idea that this time Ye Tian’s books would set off a huge storm throughout the country and even the whole world.

Chaoyang Publishing House, located on the 45th-46th floors of Wanjing Building.

This is Ye Tian’s goal.

Ye Tian first put the electric car in a place where it could be parked and prepared to leave.

A scream came.

“Boy, can you move your electric car?” A slightly balding man sitting in the car poked out the window.

Ye Tian looked at the place where his electric car was parked, and then glanced at the man, “There is no problem with my electric car parking, please drive along the passage of the car, travel in a civilized manner, you and me.” ”

After speaking, Ye Tian walked directly into the mansion, and now he is going to Chaoyang Publishing House.

“Travel civilized, you and me.” The bald man looked at Ye Tian who was far away and slapped the steering wheel fiercely.

But when the person left, the man could not say anything, but could only park the car according to the passage of the car.

After Ye Tian came to the 45th floor.

“Hello sir, what are you here for?” The front desk with a sweet smile said.

“I’m here to contribute, I’ve made an appointment with the editor, and now he hasn’t come over, I’ll wait.” Ye Tian said.

I spoke with the editor-in-chief of Chaoyang Publishing House before.

This editor-in-chief will be there soon.

“Yes, sir, please take a break here.” The front desk took Ye Tian to the tea area next to it, and then poured a cup of tea for Ye Tian.

“Sir, please use it slowly.” The front desk said.

“Thank you.” Ye Tian nodded.

“Whew…” Ye Tian took a sip of tea, his eyes looked ahead, and his eyes were suddenly slightly stunned.

The bald man I saw below just now walked in.

This man is also an employee of Chaoyang Publishing House?