Today, Mr. Lu from the Sahara Publishing House came to Jiangcheng to visit Yang Yi. However, his main purpose was to deliver the letters sent by the readers in the past half a month.
"There are still letters from readers?" Yang Yi had read the book review section once before. He felt that there were a lot of trolls in it, so he never visited it again. If the readers had any opinions, they would at most get it from Qiang Zi. Now that he saw this kind of traditional letter, he felt that it was quite novel and opened it to read.
"This is because there are still a considerable number of readers of physical books. They may be a little older, so they still prefer this ancient way of communication." Mr. Lu sat on the sofa in front of Yang Yi, his hands on his knees, a little reserved.
Yang Yi still read very seriously. He also felt that such letters from readers were very intimate. Moreover, after opening a few letters, not only were there no trolls, but they were also very serious about their feelings after reading the book. Every word that was drawn with a stiff pen reflected their efforts.
After reading a few letters, Yang Yi had the idea of replying to a few of the previous letters!
Of course, he couldn't reply to all of them. Mr. Lu brought a sack of stamps … If Yang Yi was interested in collecting stamps, the stamps could be pasted on a few large booklets!
In the middle, Yang Yi inadvertently looked up and saw Mr. Lu sitting on the sofa awkwardly and bored. Xi Xi was looking at him curiously, and his neck was a little stiff!
He couldn't help but laugh and said to Mr. Lu in Cantonese, "Lu Sheng, why are you so nervous? Relax, just treat this as your own home! "
In order to not make Mr. Lu so embarrassed, Yang Yi remembered another thing. He went back to the study, took out a stack of printed manuscripts, and handed it to Mr. Lu.
"Since you are here, I'll have to trouble you, Lu Sheng, to help me see if this collection of fairy tales of mine is worth publishing." Yang Yi laughed.
This stack of printed manuscripts was the fairy tales that Yang Yi had recently sorted out. They were all stories that he had told Xi Xi. There were dozens of them, big and small! Originally, Yang Yi had the idea of publishing these stories. Later, because Murphy wanted to read them, Yang Yi did not delay and took the time to organize them.
Of course, Yang Yi didn't know how the fairy tale books were published in this world. In addition, many of the stories in this world were made up by him based on some framework. He didn't know if there would be any difference when compared to the original version!
It just so happened that Mr. Lu was here. Let him give some advice!
Mr. Lu was surprised. He looked at Yang Yi and asked, "Yang Yi, you know how to write fairy tales?"
This was too miraculous. Not to mention the subject matter of Yang Yi's previous books, just looking at Yang Yi's figure and muscles, an eight-foot tall man writing a fairy tale, it was probably as unrealistic as a fairy tale, right? Wasn't this the legendary embroidery of Zhang Fei?
Yang Yi didn't mind. He smiled and said, "These stories are actually made up by me and told to my daughter! She quite liked it, but it was still a child after all! So I don't know if it's good or not. Mr. Lu, you have to read it to know. "
Xi Xi, who was at the side, heard her father say that she was a child. She pouted unhappily! However, she didn't disturb her father. Her father was talking about work!
Mr. Lu wasn't a manager specializing in children's literature, but he had been in this industry for a long time. Moreover, he had been working as an editor for a long time, so he still had a good eye.
After more than half an hour, he had only read a few stories. However, sensing Yang Yi's eager and expectant eyes, Mr. Lu reluctantly put down the manuscript in his hand and smiled embarrassedly. "These stories are indeed written by Yang Yi. I, a man in my forties, can still be fascinated by them!"
Mr. Lu gave a very high evaluation and said, "Whether it's a single story or a whole, Yang Sheng's stories are more wonderful than those fairy tales in the current market! I'm not flattering you, because I'm also a father. Although my son has long passed the age of reading fairy tales, if he was still young, I would definitely be willing to buy such a book for him to read! "
"It's just …" Mr. Lu was a little hesitant. He said hesitantly, "Sahara Publishing has no advantage in the field of children's literature. We have never published such a type of book …"
This was really an honest person. Mr. Lu wanted to persuade Yang Yi to find a more professional children's literature publishing house! Fortunately, Fu Jun was the boss. Otherwise, an honest manager like him would have been fired long ago!
"It's okay!" Yang Yi waved his hand in satisfaction and said, "Sahara Publishing it is. I'll send the manuscript to your email. As for the rest, you and the editor of the publishing house can decide!"
Of course, this stack of printed manuscripts couldn't be brought back to Mr. Lu. Yang Yi had printed them out for Murphy to read.
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After sending Mr. Lu off, Yang Yi welcomed a "rare guest."
"Long time no see! You can finally show your face! "Yang Yi smiled and teased him.
"Sigh, don't mention it. Since the interview with the TV station, I've been grounded by my dad." Guo Ziyi's face was a little rounder. It seemed that he had eaten a lot at home, but he had also grown a lot taller. His figure looked slimmer.
A sixteen-year-old teenager was at the age where he was growing.
Yang Yi knew that Guo Ziyi had been grounded at home. When he saw the little fatty's interview on TV, Yang Yi felt that this guy was a little too flamboyant. Sure enough, before Yang Yi could say anything, Guo Ziyi was beaten up by his father. Then, he was grounded at home to reflect.
Yang Yi didn't know the effect of his reflection. Anyway, Guo Ziyi, this chatterbox, couldn't use a mobile phone or a computer at home. He must be bored to death!
"Today, the letter of acceptance arrived, so my dad allowed me to come out!" Guo Ziyi said with some palpitations. The feeling of being grounded was really torture.
"It's good to be grounded. You're going to go to college, but you're still so unreliable!" Yang Yi was used to being a stay-at-home dad, so he spoke in an educating tone.
"Okay, Brother Yang, don't tease me!" Guo Ziyi said gloomily, "This time, I'm here to let you see my acceptance letter and to give our cutest little sister Xi Xi a birthday present!"
"Ah? Xi Xi has a present? "The little girl who was nestled in her father's arms suddenly became spirited and asked happily.
"Yes!" Guo Ziyi looked at Yang Yi unhappily, "You see, your dad is so hateful. He didn't even inform me of little sister Xi Xi's birthday. Otherwise, I would have an excuse to ask my dad to give me a day off. Ahem, no, it's to give little sister Xi Xi a present!"
"Call her Xi Xi!" Yang Yi seriously corrected, "You're an uncle, not a brother!"
"Hehe! Uncle Guo! "Xi Xi also followed her father and said with a giggle.
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