He closed "Walking with Swords", hurried to the counter, and said to Xu Zhen: "Shopkeeper Xu, please lend me a pen and paper."
Xu Zhen had already picked up another copy of "Sword Fighting" and was reading it. Hearing this, he looked up and asked in a daze: "What are you doing?"
Lu Fangdao: "Write a novel."
Xu Zhen was even more stunned and stared, "You, you can also write this? Write it now?"
Lu Fang chuckled and said, "This shouldn't be difficult, right?"
Xu Zhen looked at Lu Fang stupidly for a while and said something polite, "Mr. Lu, you can even write poems so well. Of course it is not a difficult thing for you."
Then he asked the boy next to him to get Lu Fang pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
But I don’t think Lu Fang could write anything.
Where is it so easy to write a novel?
Even if you are a young student, it takes several years to publish a new book. I heard that just conceiving a new book requires a lot of energy. How can anyone be like Lu Fang, who can write as soon as he wants.
Lu Fangze didn't think about these things at all, and just asked Xu Zhen, "Shopkeeper Xu, is there any difference between the publication of this novel and the collection of poems?"
"No."
Xu Zhen shook his head, "Usually the book is written first and then published by a bookstore. The bookstore will pay retouching fees and dividends based on the quality of the novel. Only a small number of famous people like Xiaoyaosheng can get it from a bookstore before publishing a book.
Get reprinting fees. Some booksellers are vying for the publishing rights of their books."
Lu Fang nodded.
Does this mean that I am not worthy enough to receive retouching fees before the book is finished?
Lu Fang knew in his heart that Xu Zhen felt that he might not be able to write good things, so he said this first to silence himself. After all, writing novels and composing poems are actually two different things.
He's also a guy who doesn't let go of rabbits when he sees them.
But Lu Fang didn't care, since he wasn't there to make money anyway.
He nodded and opened "Walking with Swords" again at the counter.
This time I really saw it.
As the most popular novelist of this era, Xiao Yaosheng's skills are really good. Just reading the first chapter, whether it is writing, character creation, or plot setting, it is all brilliant.
But if we talk about the richness of imagination, it is far worse than the online novels of the 21st century.
Lu Fang still feels that online novels are more in line with his taste. For example, the book "This Yamen Is Kind of Fierce" written by Er Dan is much more chewy than this book "The Walk with the Sword".
Just as I was about to turn to the second page, the boy came over with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Lu Fang folded the sword and put it under his arm, and said to Xu Zhen: "Shopkeeper Xu, can I lend you the private room upstairs?"
Xu Zhen nodded, "No problem, I'll come up and call you after dinner."
Then he said to the boy: "Make a pot of tea for Mr. Lu."
"Thanks."
Lu Fang thanked him and walked upstairs with paper, ink, pen and inkstone.
I went upstairs to the writing desk, spread out the paper, sharpened the ink myself, and then began to write "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" silently.
The things searched by the hatred value engine appeared directly in his mind, and he knew them very well.
As I wrote this, I lost track of time.
Until Xu Zhen came upstairs and called him, "Master Lu, it's time to eat."
Then I saw Lu Fang's pile of paper on the desk, which was already covered with dense handwriting, and I was dumbfounded.
This must be several thousand words, right?
What kind of monster is this Lu Fang?
Xu Zhen swallowed, "This, this is what you just wrote?"
"yes."
Lu Fang put down his pen, turned around and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Xu, please give me a thumbs up to see how my writing goes?"
"How dare! How dare!"
Xu Zhen said politely, but his body was honest and he stepped forward to pick up the pile of paper that Lu Fang had written.
Start from the bottom page.
City God Temple.
My sister-in-law's ancestor, Song Gong, was born in a small village in the city. One day, he was sick and lying down. He saw an official holding a certificate and leading a white horse...
On this piece of paper, Lu Fang only wrote the article "Testing the City God".
The number of words is only a few hundred.
Xu Zhen looked at it, his eyes gradually widened, and asked again: "Is this really what you just wrote?"
Lu Fang said: "It's just that I heard people talk about some ghost stories before, and I just used some vocabulary to organize them."
"It's amazing, it's amazing..."
Xu Zhen sighed repeatedly, "Master Lu's literary talent is admirable."
This is true and sincere.
Because Lu Fang received worship points.
"The admiration value from Xu Zhen is 888!"
"The admiration value from Xu Zhen is 888!"
"The admiration value from Xu Zhen is 888!"
"..."
After Xu Zhen read several articles in succession, Lu Fang said: "Can my novel be published?"
"Yes, yes."
Xu Zhen nodded and said: "Mr. Lu, although your work is a short story, its vocabulary is smooth and the story is weird and interesting. Even compared with the most popular collections of short stories today, it is not far behind. No, it is even better.
Master. I dare to say that after your short story is published, it will definitely become the pinnacle of ghost novels."
That is required.
Among the ghost novels that have been passed down to later generations in the past, which one can surpass Liaozhai?
Xu Zhen looked at Lu Fang eagerly, "Mr. Lu, how about you give me this book to publish from now on? I will definitely not let you suffer. You are not famous yet, and it is difficult for us to negotiate the retouching fee, but I will give you 50% of the profit.
, how about it? You are responsible for writing, and I am responsible for selling. Even Xiaoyaosheng and Bookstore can only share the profit like this at most."
He is quite honest.
I guess I am worried that if the price is too low now, Lu Fang will not agree. And if the price is too high, Lu Fang is a newcomer after all. It would be better not to pay the polishing fee.
Lu Fang didn't care about the money and nodded: "Okay."
Xu Zhen rubbed his hands with excitement, "Then we have agreed, I will wait for Mr. Lu to finish writing. Let's go, go down to dinner first, and I will have a few drinks with you."
…
There is a canteen inside Dengke Bookstore.
Xu Zhen’s family and the workers in the bookstore all ate here. But Xu Zhen’s family used small tables.
Lu Fang was still a little envious of Xu Zhen.
Because not only does this guy have a very good-looking wife, but he also has two concubines, both of whom are also beauties.
I'm really not ashamed of his pretentious appearance.
During the dinner, I drank a few glasses of wine, which was said to be Xu Zhen’s own treasure. It was indeed much better than what the unlucky man drank before, but it was still far behind compared to the new liquor.
After finishing, Lu Fang returned to the front shop and continued writing upstairs.
Xu Zhen stayed by his side, reading the stories Lu Fang had written.
While watching, I also contributed adoration points to Lu Fang from time to time.
To Lu Fang, he was astonished.
Not only are the poems well written, but the novels are also written so well, and they are also written so fast.
If Lu Fang knew what he was thinking, he would probably reply, "You are the best, and so is your whole family!"
It's almost Xu time.
Liang Siqi is finally here.
A boy from the bookstore took her upstairs.
That guy Liang Dong also came with him.
Seeing Lu Fang appearing here as promised, a faint smile appeared on Liang Siqi's face.
"Ahem."
Liang Dong coughed lightly.
Lu Fang was writing and reading when Xu Zhen turned around and saluted quickly, "Your Highness the Princess, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Lu Fang noticed that Liang Siqi and Liang Dong were both wearing casual clothes, looking like ordinary rich ladies and gentlemen.
However, Liang Siqi must have dressed up carefully, with a yellow flower on her forehead. But her face was covered with gauze, so her appearance could not be seen clearly.