"A writer speaks through his works. You can be crazy about others, but you cannot disrespect your own works. Otherwise, you are not worthy of calling him a writer."

Shi Shuqiu shouted: "But I didn't want to be a writer at all!"

Shi Tonghe suddenly felt dull.

"What's good about writers? I don't think it's cool at all. You wishful thinking about me as a writer. Have you asked me if I feel it?"

Shi Tonghe was a little scared: "But I asked you what you wanted to do, you said you wanted to be a writer..."

Shi Shuqiu showed a desperate expression: "I still hate you for talking about what I said when I was five or six years old for the rest of your life. What do children know? You can't just say whatever you want to make adults happy?"

Shi Tonghe suddenly felt very confused.

It’s not anger, sadness, loss, discomfort, but confusion. It’s just confusion at a loss.

...

If there is a person in China who is most suitable to give confusing new authors guidance, then this person is Duan Xiaosang - this is An Younan's evaluation.

Her evaluation was not exaggerated, but it was actually appropriate. Otherwise, Wang Zixu, Ning Chunyan, and Lu Qingxuan would not have thought of her name at the same time.

The place where she made an appointment with Wang Zixu was on the top floor of Qingshan Square. This is An Younan's territory. Wang Zixu walked through the hall and was worried step by step.

He was not afraid of meeting An Younan, but he was afraid of meeting those famous socialites again. When he came here before, those "talented socialites" were hard to resist. Now that he is popular on the Internet, he is not a good reputation, and he doesn't know how to face them.

Fortunately, today does not seem to be an event day. There is neither An Younan nor Caiyuan here, but only Duan Xiaosang, who is waiting for him like a godfather, sits in the living room alone in the living room.

Wang Zixu sat down in front of her, and she didn't talk nonsense. She opened her notebook and went straight to the topic:

"I read your "Fire in the Stone."

"How is it?" Wang Zixu was a little nervous.

"Very professional." Duan Xiaosang's evaluation was beyond Wang Zixu's expectations, "or rather, it's too obscure. There are not many publishers suitable for such serious works. If you choose them, the effect will be very poor in the end."

The prince showed a worried expression.

Duan Xiaosang tapped on the notebook with a pen: "Don't worry, I'll analyze it one by one for you. As long as you choose, I can help you find a way. The key is to make the right decision."

Wang Zixu nodded.

"I selected ten publishing houses in total, with two categories: one is the authoritative literature and the other is the emerging marketing category. Let me introduce the former first.

"First of all, people's publishing, there is no need to say that national-level old literary publishing houses are the highest-standard choices. But because they are the most authoritative, they will pay more attention to the author's reputation and...controversy."

The prince humbly understood: "Authors like me who have just made a big mess online will definitely avoid it."

"That's hard to say, I haven't come into contact with it," Duan Xiaosang said, "The second is Donghai Literature and Art. This is the cooperative publisher of "Getting". It is authoritative and is also more suitable for you.

"Then there is the Writers Press. They support new authors. They were originally the best publisher for you, but there is a problem - they are affiliated with the Literature Association."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "Sadly, Wen Xie seems to dislike me."

"It's not just unpleasant!"

The side door of the reception room suddenly opened, and An Younan, wrapped in a nightgown, appeared stretching.

The prince looked over and saw that her silk nightgown had a slightly wide open collarbone, revealing half of her soft-lined collarbone. It seemed that she had just applied a facial mask. Her face was shiny and moist, and a little white light was on the tip of her perky nose.

The cat steps were light, and the hem of the floating pajamas was exposed from time to time, and she walked indifferently, as if she was walking casually, with the usual undespicable arrogance on her face. When she connected her eyes with Wang Zixu, she used her fingers to lip a little meaningful.

Seeing his actions, Wang Zixu felt his mouth hurt slightly again, and his heart felt very difficult.
Chapter completed!