He's such a picky guy. After riding in the car for so long in the summer, it would be strange if he didn't go to the hotel to take a shower first."

Yu Dong looked at these two people speechlessly. They could gamble a pack of cigarettes on this matter, but they were so idle.

…

After Yu Dong took a shower, the three of them went to the hotel. When Yu Hua asked if he wanted to drink some wine, Mo Yan shook his head repeatedly, "When I hear the word wine now, my head hurts."

"The stomachache is still not gone?" Yu Dong asked.

The last time I saw Mo Yan, he said he had a stomachache and couldn't drink much.

"It's a stomachache, didn't he say, it's a headache." Yu Hua said with a smile, "Last month his novel "Wine Country" went on sale, and there was no movement at all in the market. It was first printed with 9,000 copies, and sold out

As of now, I estimate there are more than 8,000 left."

Yu Hua's statement is an exaggeration, but it also shows that "Wine Country" did not sell well.

In fact, the fact that it didn't sell well was secondary. The main reason was that it didn't arouse much response. There were not many readers, and the critics didn't make any move. Once the book was published, it was as if it hadn't been published.

For this reason, Mo Yan was very shocked. He clearly felt that his "Wine Country" was well written and better than his previous works. Before the book was published, the blood all over his body was warm. After the book was published, it was filled with a pot of

Another basin of cold water poured over my heart.

Mo Yan has actually been signed by Jimmy, but "Wine Country" was already negotiated by Mo Yan before signing the contract, so Jimmy didn't pay attention to it.

Otherwise, the book would not be in such bad condition.

Yu Dong and Yu Hua couldn't say anything about this, so they just offered a few words of comfort. Mo Yan felt uncomfortable, but he didn't show it too much. After all, they finally got together today, so it was hard to spoil the fun.

After lunch, the three of them went to find Shi Tiesheng again.

Shi Tiesheng was still sitting under the big cypress tree in the southeast corner of Ditan Park and reading, just like when Yu Dong first met him.

The three of them walked towards Shi Tiesheng. He heard the noise and turned around with the help of the wheel.

Seeing Yu Dong and the others, Shi Tiesheng said with a smile: "You can tell it's the three of you just by the sound of footsteps."

"That's really amazing."

Yu Dong shook hands with Shi Tiesheng, and then the three of them found a place to sit on the stone steps opposite.

Yu Hua smiled and took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, and gave one to Mo Yan and Shi Tiesheng.

Mo Yan looked at the cigarette box with deep resentment in his eyes. This pack of cigarettes was the one he lost to Yu Hua before.

"I heard that you came here this time because you want to publish a long article in "Contemporary"?" Shi Tiesheng put down the cigarette that Yu Hua gave him, relit the half-smoked cigarette, and asked Yu Dong.

Yu Dong nodded: "Yes, the manuscript has been given to them in advance. There are some details to discuss when I come here."

"This is a good thing." Shi Tiesheng said with a smile, "You are young and in good health, so you should write more long stories. Like me now, there is no way to support long stories. Writing essays is okay, sometimes for a short story

Novel also requires racking one’s brains and taking some rest after writing.”

"No novel is that good. I think your "Life is Like a Piano String" is worth five novels, and your "Me and the Temple of Earth" is worth ten novels. You just don't want to write, if you want to

Writing is not difficult." Yu Hua smoked his cigarette and said.
Chapter completed!