I slept until dawn, and the heavy rain had already stopped in the middle of the night. The rain was clear, and the soft sunlight shone into the room, shining warmly on the faces of Lin Zijie and Qin Xue. Soon, Qin Xue took the lead in opening her agile eyes, looked at Lin Zijie who was still sleeping, got up and walked out of bed, tidied up her dark cloud-like hair in front of a mirror on the wall, then walked towards the door, opened the door, and then left the room.

After Qin Xue left, Lin Zijie woke up quickly and looked at his cousin who had left. He thought about what happened to the two of them last night and shook his wry smile. He didn't expect that he would have been so ambiguous with his cousin all of a sudden.

Meeting in the future? I wonder if it will be embarrassing?

Thinking to her mind, Lin Zijie got up and got out of bed, washed in the bathroom for a while, remembering the contact information given to Chen Fang by Qin Xue yesterday, picked up her cell phone on the bedside table, and dialed her number.

The phone was connected, and the voice of Zhuluo Yupan's clear throat came: "Hey, hello, who are you?"

"Aunt Chen Fang, I am Wubai, the author of "The Legend of Wukong". I want to ask how the book is going?"

"Oh, I've contacted you for several days. Your book has been released yesterday. The results are pretty good. More than a thousand copies have been sold!"

"More than a thousand books? Are there many?" Lin Zijie thought to himself that he didn't know anything about the sales of physical books, nor did he know what the concept of more than a thousand books mean, but he could feel that this result should not be very good, right?

"Oh, Aunt Chen Fang, I want to ask, the books are sold in those places!"

"There are many major cities in the country. Don't worry, although our Haitian Publishing House is not a top 100 publishing house in the country, its influence and cooperation resources will not be much worse than them. As long as your books are good and can withstand the market's tempering, sales will gradually improve!"

"Oh, Aunt Chen Fang, can you send me your main physical book sales address? I'm useful!"

Although "The Best Guardian" is not so popular that it is very high, its popularity is unquestionable. As long as it can drive the physical sales of "The Legend of Wukong", he will not let it go.

"Of course, I'll send it to you in the email address you submitted to me! By the way, if you have time to come to my aunt's house for a meal. I have a daughter as old as you, and I have written a book that has been published. You two can communicate!"

"Communicate with Yang Zihan?" Lin Zijie was disgusted with Yang Zihan's cold personality. Not to mention that she had lost interest when she saw her. It would be impossible for the two to communicate.

"Aunt Chen Fang, I'll see if I have time for eating? I've been very busy recently." Lin Zijie said casually.

"Busy, just a student, how busy can you be? Isn't it just writing novels on the Internet? Don't you even squeeze out time to eat?"

"No... Aunt Chen Fang, I don't mean that, that... Well, I'll go this Saturday!" Lin Zijie said helplessly.

"Well, then that's it! Okay, I'm at the company and going to work. Now I'll send the address to you right away!"

After the phone hung up, Lin Zijie shook his head helplessly, came to the computer, turned on the computer, and soon, he received a sales address of "The Legend of Wukong" from Chen Fang's email address in some bookstores in major cities across the country. Of course, there were also some emails she sent. The content was nothing more than trying to contact herself, but Lin Zijie did not like to read the email address, so he ignored it.

After looking at those addresses, Lin Zijie copied it directly, logged into the Ace Chinese website, opened the backstage of "The Best Housekeeper", and published a message using the relevant categories of works: "I have published a physical book in the publishing house, titled "The Legend of Wukong", introduction: "I want this day, and I can no longer cover my eyes, I want this place..." I hope that friends who support me, friends who are interested can go and take a look! Ensure the best products and make everyone satisfied. The content about "The Legend of Wukong" will be serialized to the Emperor tonight, and the website. At that time, everyone must help!"

After publishing, Lin Zijie turned off the computer and came to the mirror, tidied up his clothes, then opened the door and headed towards the school.

In the next week, Lin Zijie will work harder to welcome the arrival of "The Best Housekeeper" and save more manuscripts.

"A black sweater, the memories of two people are even more unforgettable after the rain. I forgot that I still love you, and I just want to be just right in my heart when I cry..."

Humming a lazy tone comfortably, Lin Zijie found that his voice was pretty good, refreshing and clean, and it was a singing material, but the Adam's apple was not yet round enough, and it sounded a little immature. After two or three years, his voice was fully developed. After making money from writing novels, he bought equipment to make music and opened a music studio. If he grows bigger, he will open a record company. The bigger it can be, the bigger it can be.

Isn’t there a saying that? The bigger a person’s heart is, the wider the road is. Lin Zijie’s ambition is like this! He will never be a person who will be self-confidant with a little success.

A few minutes later, Lin Zijie walked into the school and just arrived at the gate, which made him slightly stunned. He saw a banner hanging on the gate of the school, which read: "All teachers and students wish Yang Zihan, a new book "Dream Autumn" to be written by Yang Zihan, had exceeded 10,000 copies on the first day of the new book "Dream Autumn""

"Damn, are you wrong... She actually sold 10,000 copies, why did mine sell more than 1,000 copies?" Lin Zijie murmured in his heart. But he felt relieved when he thought about it. After all, Yang Zihan is the daughter of Aunt Chen Fang. Chen Fang holds an important position in the publishing house, so what channel resources are of course better than himself.

Entering the campus, Lin Zijie came to the teaching building and walked up from the entrance of the corridor. When he arrived at the classroom, he saw that the door of Class 0301 was crowded with people, crowding the door, and was full of students from other classes.

"That's Yang Zihan. She is so beautiful and so talented. She writes books so young? Today, a lot of news about her is about her, and even the Hanjiang Morning News Channel broadcasts her!"

"Yes, I saw it too, such as the beautiful writer of the late 1990s and the new literary talent, which is so exaggerated. However, I bought one of the "Dream Autumn" yesterday and read it. The writing style is so delicate and the sentences are so beautiful. How could she remember so many things?"

"Tsk, I heard from the newspaper that her family is a scholarly family, and she reads books and practices writing every day. What's so strange about this? If I were in such an environment, I would be much worse than her!"

"Damn, don't brag about it. You were not in the mood to attend classes that day and went to the Internet cafe to play games after school. Are you better than Yang Zihan? Are you ashamed or not? You're shameless!"

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Listening to the students at the door talking, Lin Zijie was speechless, shook his head, and said, "Please let me go. I'm going to enter the classroom!"

Some students at the door heard this and revealed a gap to him. Lin Zijie walked into the classroom and saw that his desk was located. Yang Zihan was surrounded by many people, and was filled with noise. Yang Zihan was sitting at his desk, wearing a green top and dark cloud-like hair shawls naturally. He held the book "The Legend of Wukong" in his hands, quietly admiring, ignoring the people around him. However, if someone had asked her to sign the physical book "Dream Autumn", she would have moved.

When he walked to his desk, he had already been occupied. Lin Zijie said helplessly: "Please give me aside, class is coming soon. Can everyone go back?"

However, Lin Zijie's words were like a wind in their ears, and no one paid attention to him.

Lin Zijie was helpless. After looking at his phone, he was only three or four minutes away from class. He simply stepped back to Yao Hongyan's desk, put his butt on the desk, supported his hands on the corner of the desk, and placed a very stylish POS.

"These people are really, aren't they just writing a book? What's so amazing? She's like a star!" Yao Hongyan, who had already arrived at the classroom when she saw Lin Zijie leaning against her desk, said with a voice.
Chapter completed!