It’s noon at sunset!

When he got up from the bed, Chu Mo felt that his brain still had a faint pain.

I drank too much last night, so I still have to be restrained in the future.

I took the fully charged mobile phone at the head of the bed and took a look at the time, and it was eleven forty.

I came back from Tianxiangyuan Hotel last night and it was already three o'clock in the morning. I slept until noon.

He rubbed his cheeks hard with his hands, took a shower in the bathroom that was equipped with his bedroom. After washing up, he put on the customized casual clothes that the maid had prepared.

When they took the elevator to the first floor lobby, the maid and the butler were already waiting respectfully on the side.

"Mr. Chu, lunch is ready."

Last night, Danny, the housekeeper who also returned to the villa at 3 a.m., was still energetic. He bowed slightly, carrying a noble manner.

"Um!"

Chu Mo nodded gently, and slept until now. He just got up and didn't have much appetite. However, he didn't eat in the morning. It's already noon. Even if he doesn't have much appetite, he still needs to eat some.

When I came straight to the restaurant, it was still a hearty meal of sixteen courses.

The chef's skills are naturally impeccable. After Chu Mo picked up a dish of vinegar and shredded potatoes, the sour taste was very appetizing. Chu Mo, who had not had much appetite, immediately increased his appetite and ate a whole bowl of rice.

Chu Mo, who came to the hall, looked through his cell phone for a while and saw that there was a missed call on it. When he saw the nickname displayed on it, he hesitated for a moment and pressed to call back.

A few rings rang, the other party connected, and then a somewhat sharp voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Chu Mo, no one answered the phone call you in the morning. I informed you that you published it at your own expense (Chu Mo's short story collection). Today, it has been officially released in bookstores across the country. The first fifty volumes are printed. Now you should be able to buy this book in bookstores of all sizes in Magic City."

On the other end of the phone is the editor who Chu Mo has worked with for several years.

The two have had countless conversations and are familiar with each other. Of course, most of the time, they are contacted online.

Generally, Chu Mo sent his short article to his email, and he was responsible for reviewing it and deciding whether to finalize the draft.

Once he is sure that there is no problem with the manuscript, Chu Mo will receive a manuscript fee of 300 to 500 yuan. Just like when he shakes his head, it means that Chu Mo's hard work is in vain.

It can be said that before obtaining the unlimited bank card, the editor on the other end of the phone was Chu Mo's parents of food and clothing.

However, now, after three months of getting an unlimited bank card, although Chu Mo insists on creating, he is no longer good at creating to cater to the readers' tastes and to the market.

Chu Mo had the confidence to have no worries about food and drink, so he thought about writing something he really pursued.

However, most of the articles that Chu Mo felt satisfied with were sent to the editor again, but most of them were called back.

The reason is nothing more than too many private goods, which do not meet market demand, etc.

If it were the past, most of the manuscripts he wrote were returned, which means that his income would be greatly reduced, and Chu Mo would definitely lose his hair in worry.

And now, he no longer cared about this.

As long as he writes what he wants to express, he won’t care whether others recognize it or not. So recently, Chu Mo has rarely contributed articles to editors on the other end of the phone.

The two chatted for a few words indifferently. After Chu Mo thanked each other, he hung up the phone.

Chu Mo's words no longer had the respect and humility of facing his parents in the past when facing his food and clothing. You must know that Chu Mo was basically careful when facing this editor who could decide the success or failure of his manuscript with just one word...

Now, Chu Mo and he are no longer from the same human world. After this collaboration, the two will hardly have any intersection in the future.

When I hung up the phone, I took a special look at the time, at twelve to fifty-nine.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Chu Mo ordered to the butler beside him:

"Let Jiang Tao prepare the car, I'll go out later."

"Okay, Mr. Chu."

The butler who received the order immediately executed it. Chu Mo came to the entrance of the hall, and Anne, a maid with long golden hair, immediately came to her side respectfully.

She squatted down gently, and the foreign maid with cute cheeks stretched out her slender fingers and gently changed into her shoes.

After everything was sorted out, the blonde maid gently stood up and then stepped beside her. The slightly bent maid said gently in a slightly stiff Chinese:

"Mr. Chu, please be careful all the way."

The nineteen-year-old Anne was originally an exchange student at the Academy of Arts. She has a model figure of 1.7 meters and a goose cheeks, which are very cute and sweet.

She and a girl named Tina came to Villa No. 1 of Diwangxuan for almost half a month. Chu Mo was originally worried that the two foreign girls were young and unstable, so they might not be able to adapt to the identity of a maid.

However, after half a month of observation, Chu Mo found that the two girls were very adaptable, and now they are basically no different from ordinary maids. Chu Mo can provide very safe services.

For example, now, Anne has taken off her shoes and changed her shoes for granted, and there is no dissatisfaction on her sweet cheeks.

"What a pity."

He sighed softly, then nodded slightly to the maid beside him, and Chu Mo walked out of the living room.

Rolls-Royce happened to stop in front of him, and Fang Lihu, who had been promoted to deputy captain of the bodyguard, opened the car door for Chu Mo.

Sitting in the comfortable and wide rear row, after closing the door, the vehicle started, and the butler behind him, Danny, with ten maids, immediately bent down respectfully to see him off.

Rolls-Royce drove out of the villa gate and leaned gently on the soft backrest Chu Mo ordered:

“Go to the largest bookstore nearby.”

Fang Lihu, who was in the co-pilot's position, immediately agreed respectfully.

Turning his eyes out the window, Chu Mo couldn't help but see the cheeks of the maid Anne just now.

Whether it is Anne or Tina, the two foreign maids should be the most beautiful among the maids, especially Tina with blue eyes. Her appearance is not even familiar to Zhan Bingxue and Yang Xuan. In ordinary universities, she is at least at the level of school beauty.

It’s just a pity that even Tina’s appearance is still a little worse than the requirements of the maid on the 95th floor of Tianxiang Garden.

This is also the reason why Chu Mo suddenly said something a pity just now.

If the two maids are one point higher, then they will be qualified to enter the 95th floor of Tianxiang Garden, and then Chu Mo will no longer have to worry about finding a new substitute.

Of course, then again, Anne and Tina are now pretty good-looking enough, and they are also a goddess-level person outside. If they were really one point higher, they probably wouldn't have appeared in Di Wang Xuan as maids.

Even if you want to be a big star, that level of appearance is enough.

When he sighed in his heart, Rolls-Royce turned the fountain at the intersection and soon left the villa gate.

The towering skyscrapers on both sides of the road made Chu Mo quickly abandon the random thoughts in his mind, and his thoughts were once again placed on the books he had published.

(Collection of Short Stories of Chu Mo) It can be said that he has worked hard for his creation over the years. Chu Mo has started writing since high school. With the royalties, he no longer asked his family for money when he was in his sophomore year. He has finally calculated that he has published at least a thousand articles over the years.

The essays published this time collected a total of 380 short essays, all of which were carefully selected by Chu Mo himself.

Of course, the book was written by Chu Mo himself, and he knew the quality. If you want to compare it with those literary masters, it would be too highly of him.

But if you can get recognized by the magazine, you can get three to five hundred yuan in manuscripts for each article. It is impossible to say how poor the quality is.

In short, the quality of this book should belong to the middle and lower levels, and it is not as good as the upper level, and it is not as good as the lower level....

If Chu Mo had not paid for publishing it himself and was responsible for his own profits and losses, this book would have never appeared in bookstores across the country.

The first print of 500,000 volumes can only be said to be rich and powerful. You should know that people who publish books at their own expense are already very bold in spending 30,000 to 50,000 volumes at a time. Only famous real writers will be treated like this. If you don’t have any surprises, you will definitely lose money.

Of course, for Chu Mo, even if he can't sell a 500,000 volume, it doesn't matter to him.

What he wants is this fame. When he mentions it with his parents, relatives and friends in the future, he can proudly say that his books are available in major bookstores across the country. Of course, the copyright fee is the vaccination that Chu Mo gave his parents.

"After the matter here settles in a few days, you can take some time to go home... I'll buy a car for my dad first. It's not too expensive or too cheap. It's not good to have 500,000 or 600,000 yuan in that small county should be of a higher grade."

He thought to himself, and it was not long before Rolls-Royce had already stopped in front of a bookstore. Fang Lihu, who was two meters tall, respectfully opened the car door for Chu Mo. When Chu Mo walked out of the car, many eyes were on him nearby.

Chu Mo, who had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, ordered:

"You guys just wait nearby, don't have to follow me."

Several tall men in black nodded respectfully immediately.

Chu Mo, who was walking forward, walked towards the bookstore in front of him.

He did not rush to find his own books, but wandered around the bookstore casually.

The bookstore audio is playing a light music. The volume is not loud and will not affect the customers' reading. The surrounding environment is also very quiet, making people feel relaxed.

Chu Mo was very familiar with the environment here. When he wrote articles in the past, he often went to major bookstores to read books.

Now that he stepped back here, the impetuousness in his heart was gradually replaced by a kind of tranquility. When his fingertips gently touched the rows of books that even had ink fragrance in front of him, he took a deep breath, and the eyes under his golden glasses were filled with a look of satisfaction.

It's still noon now, and there are only three or two customers in the huge bookstore. Chu Mo slowly selected the articles he was interested in. Occasionally, he encountered some works that made him shine. After reading for a while, he would hold them in his hand. Half an hour later, he was already holding four or five books in his arms.

When he slowly came to the prose bookshelf, his heart beat faster for a moment, but he returned to calm after a moment.

Then, he stroked the glasses on his nose, and suddenly he looked extremely serious. His eyes quickly swept across the rows of books in front of him. Finally, in a not-so-conspicuous position in the fourth row, he saw a few words (Chu Mo's short stories).

He immediately stopped moving, and Chu Mo, who was frozen by some kind of force, stared at the books emitting the ink fragrance in front of him. After a while, he placed the book selected in his arms on the bookshelf behind him and gently pulled out his short collection of essays.

A satisfied Chu Mo flashed in his eyes, gently stroked the book's title page with his hands, and he looked satisfied and enjoyed.

The article I wrote finally became a real text one day and appeared in front of me.

This is his dream buried in his heart when he published his first article in high school.

Ten years later, I finally fulfilled my childhood wish.

Taking a deep breath, then he seemed to caress something extremely precious, slowly opened the book title page, and then Chu Mo fell into obsession.

Every article, even every word here, represents one's own efforts. The beginning of the collection is the first article he published in his first year of high school. Because it is very memorable, Chu Mo put it in the first article.
To be continued...