Because he had to rehearse the drama and prepare for the next year's competition, Mi Hu could not return to China for Christmas this year. For the same reason, Liu Jingting could not go to the United States, but he swears that he would definitely go to Broadway next year, and Mi Hu did not force it. There was even some worry in his words. Of course, Liu Jingting could guess the reason, and of course he could not make it clear.

So, the two started a video chat as usual.

"How long will it take to rest after "Chu Liuxiang" is over?"

In the video, Mihu is wearing panda pajamas, sitting cross-legged in front of the computer, blinking her eyes at Liu Jingting, with a thin layer of smile.

"soon."

"How long will it take soon?"

“With the new magazine.”

"It's like I didn't say it, and I don't know when the magazine will be released." Mihu frowned.

"If everything goes well, the first phase will be released at the end of February next year."

"The hardest thing is to apply for an issue number."

"There is also a call for manuscripts, and I will inevitably trouble Han Shuo and Yi Shui'an again."

"I don't think there is any difficulty in this. I'll post Gu Yongsheng's name and don't contribute too much."

"You need quality manuscripts, and readers can't count them as support. You will also write one for me at that time."

"Ah, I haven't started writing for a long time."

"Then what are you busy with recently?"

Mihu wrinkled his nose and made a fierce expression at the screen.

"I've finished writing the manuscript, but my manuscript fee is very high."

"Is it the same price as Han Shuoyi Shui'an?"

“How many of them?”

"A word of five yuan, friendship price."

Mi Hu has been an editor. He naturally understands the value of these big-name writers. The market price of Han Shuo and Yi Shui'an's separate manuscripts is about fifteen yuan per word. So Liu Jingting said that the price of five yuan is still very reliable.

"If I keep giving this price, I don't mind providing articles to your journal for a long time."

“Well, I have to consider magazine sales, too.”

“(banging expression)”

"Okay, you can make a reservation first. I will leave you a seat and don't open the skylight for me then."

Mihu thought for a while and replied: "Okay, there is no limit on the questions, right?"

"The topic is self-described. There is no limit to the subject matter."

"That's fine, haha, I was so excited to think that I could appear in a magazine with Han Shuoyi Shui'an."

"That, well, there is Gu Yongsheng."

“…”

Liu Jingting replied with a furious expression pounding the table.

The smile on Mihu's face had completely scattered, and he replied, "Okay. Are you really going to write a new book?"

"In fact, half of it has been completed. When the magazine comes out, I will be able to finish the manuscript. Maybe I will open it twice."

"Or martial arts?"

"The one I am writing is martial arts, and the other one is still thinking about it. Then we will decide on the proportion of the manuscripts we receive."

After talking about Liu Jingting's magazine, the two inevitably mentioned the International Drama Competition at the beginning of next year. Liu Jingting had contacted the British leader through Ye Jue, and the script had been posted, waiting for an echo.

As one of the screenwriters there, Mihu has to watch rehearsals every day and according to the on-site effect, and then revise and improve it with several other screenwriters.

The development of the American film and television industry is closely related to the systemization of screenwriters.

The chat was going smoothly and harmoniously, and an hour and a half passed in a blink of an eye. When they said goodbye, the two of them were even feeling a little unsatisfied, and they looked back three times in one step.

...

Christmas Eve.

Building 9, Hongyi Apartment 501, the living room is filled with smoke, fragrance and laughter. A Christmas tree full of unexpected items is standing helplessly in the corner, looking at the group of young people wearing Christmas hats chatting and eating hot pot with great disgust.

"The reason why our traditional festivals are gradually being ignored is because we have not created a typical holiday mascot. People in the Western world are very smart. There are Christmas trees on Christmas, turkeys on Thanksgiving, pumpkins on Halloween, etc.," Lin Xun said with chopsticks in his right hand and hung in the air.

"We have dumplings, rice dumplings, mooncakes, and lanterns." Yang Lilu's chopsticks were placed on the bowl in front of her and continued.

"Yes, but I always feel that there is not a strong presence. It's like Christmas. When I walk on the street, the atmosphere is very strong. Christmas songs, colorful lights, Santa Claus, it feels very much, we don't have this scale."

“Because it’s profitable.”

While eating, Liu Jingting answered a sentence, Yang Lilu nodded and said, "Christmas is what merchants call a consumption node."

“And hotels.”

Liu Jingting responded casually, Lin Xun blushed, and Liu Jingting hurriedly explained: "Isn't you two?"

Lin Xun's face turned even redder.

Seeing that the more you explained, Liu Jingting was getting worse, so he embarrassedly refused to respond and continued to eat hot pot. Dai Anqiao handed the phone to him and said, "Shen Liu, look."

Liu Jingting sucked a piece of mutton roll, took the phone and saw it. It was a forum post with the theme: "Same annual meeting, different experiences"

The content of the post is about the annual meeting between the unique flag and the first broadcaster on the same day and the same day. The poster narrated it in an objective and fair tone, but accidentally revealed his kneeling and sarcasm of the first broadcaster and his sarcasm of the first broadcaster.

"Before the three great gods left, although the annual meeting of the first release will not be able to compete with the unique style, it can definitely meet the needs of self-entertainment. Now, the annual meeting is a bit useless for the first release. It is not appropriate to not handle it, but it will definitely be embarrassing if you do it. Think about it, who else can do it except family happiness? Oh, someone may mention that the Central Plains is a little white, but his books have not yet been put on the shelves. Moreover, even if the results have been made, the divine nature has not yet been condensed, and it is difficult to quench the near thirst."

"The poster can give the starter an idea, postpone or change the land, don't be afraid of being embarrassed, otherwise it will be even more embarrassing then!"

Although the commenters also have some dissatisfaction with the domineering actions of the unique style, they are more optimistic about the show and jokes, such as "feeling sorry for the starter", such as "the starter holds up", "We are all starters tonight", etc.

They are all writers or old bookworms, and they can play word games. They can be said to be a good start.

Liu Jingting quickly browsed the post, said "Oh", and returned the phone to Dai'anqiao without expressing any opinions.

"Why, God Liu, do you have nothing to say?"

Liu Jingting shook his head and said, "Old Dai, you often play forums. Have you ever summarized these so-called public opinion-oriented things?"

Dai Anqiao frowned and thought, then said, "My dad attaches great importance to these things. I don't have any special feelings, but I feel that most people are bored."

"Your father attaches importance to it because the direction of public opinion is really important. For example, before the three great gods left, many of your authors were shaking. Under the guidance of those who are interested, everyone thinks that the first speaker will go bankrupt when he sees it. This is a logical conclusion that is easy to draw."

Dai Anqiao looked at Liu Jingting seriously, Lin Xun and Xu Yuan also turned around curiously and listened to the two of them chatting, while Yang Lilu began to pick up the chopsticks and chew them slowly.

"However, we cannot be too superstitious about public opinion orientation, because all orientations contain more or less illusions. More importantly, forums are only a small part of the industry, and we cannot regard it as the whole world, which will limit our own vision. Do you understand what I mean?"

Dai'anqiao nodded.

"So. Don't worry about this."

"But many authors will see it, especially many authors who want to publish new books..."

"You mean. Well, that one advertises me?"

Dai Anqiao smiled honestly, picked up a cow pill for Liu Jingting, and said, "Shen Liu took cow pills."

Liu Jingting also laughed and said, "I have already boarded the pirate ship anyway, so let me do it."

...

"To be honest, I really don't want to go. Then you guys are having fun, and I'm alone there and it's so hard."

The circle of online articles is big or small, and it is really small at present, so these great writers have their own circles in private. They do not have the awareness of distinguishing websites. No matter what the uniqueness and the first-time broadcasting are, it has nothing to do with them.

The above sentence is a complaint of the joy of family among a group of great gods. This group of great gods has three gods who have left, as well as many well-known writers on other websites.

"At that time, you will be out of the way and come to our side to play. After the annual meeting, we will have other projects, and you will regret it if you don't come."

One of the three great gods responded.

"Forget it, Dai Yaowen called me three times and repeatedly told me to make sure it was coming. I pushed it with a cold once, but it is difficult to continue pushing it now, so I had to accept my fate. Thinking of being abused by you, the group of scumbags, I couldn't be happy and couldn't write a word."

"Haha, Xiao Lunlun doesn't act cute. If you have a cold at home, you will run naked at the first annual meeting."

Then a group of people lined up and smiled.

"By the way, have you heard that Zhongyuan Yibai should come?" someone asked.

"The books have not even been on the shelves yet, who knows him?"

"I read his book, and the rhythm is really good. Judging from the momentum, it is no problem to become a god in a book."

"Yes, I found out that I was so eager to praise him."

Then the great masters talked about the topic of Zhongyuan Yibai and "Fighting Break the Sky". They expressed their opinions on the concept and writing of this book, class, criticism, and comments. The scene was that the mother said that the mother was right.

It is very difficult to convince a person, and it is even more difficult in the writer circle. Generally speaking, the only thing that can make the author change his mind is frustrating data.

After talking about this book, the topic returned to the annual meeting again and began to collectively think about the scene of the annual meeting that night.

"At that time, I will definitely be indulging in the rich and rich, and I will feel sad and miserable. To be honest, I really doubt whether Dai Yaowen's mind was squeezed by the door. What's the point of fighting for this tone? A bet that will definitely lose."

"Since then, the Kun Shen has been in the first release for so many years. Don't you think it's inappropriate to say such things behind your back?"
To be continued...