"Hey, why did Ergou drink like this?"

Just as he saw the guests away, Guo Dalu returned to the main hall and saw Xu Pishi lying on the ground, "I didn't drink much, why are you so drunk?"

He took Xu Pishi to a nearby wing room and placed it to bed, then went back to the room and picked up his cell phone, looked at the call record, "Huh? When did Lao Jiang call?"

He thought for a while and called back to Jiang Dongliu. After a while, Jiang Dongliu's voice sounded, "Da Lu, why didn't you talk just now?"

He said excitedly: "Now "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is crazy. After a few days, let's celebrate together!"

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "Okay, everyone will sit down and share the spoils together!"

Jiang Dongliu laughed, "Why does the taste change immediately as soon as something comes to your mouth?"

After talking a few words, Guo Dalu finally knew how popular "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is now. Even though he had known that this book would definitely have good results, it was a bit beyond his expectations as Jiang Dongliu said.

But this kind of good thing is naturally better. After the initial surprise, Guo Dalu said: "Lao Jiang, didn't I say before, with my joining, your publishing house is waiting to make money. How about it now? Shajia is right?"

Jiang Dongliu smiled on the other end of the phone and said, "That's right, that's right, it's me who was wrong!"

Guo Dalu didn't bother to pay attention to what he meant by "I was wrong". After hanging up the phone, he shouted at Wang Xiaolu: "Xiaolu, pack up your things, brother will take you to eat all over the world!"

Wang Xiaolu, who was helping Wang Chunmei pack the leftovers, jumped to Guo Dalu, "Brother Dalu, what's the matter? Looks like you are so beautiful!"

Guo Dalu winked and looked like a arrogant and rustic man, "Come on, girl, give me a smile, I will take you around the world!"

Wang Xiaolu kicked Guo Dalu with a smile and said coquettishly: "Oh, where are you going to take me?"

Guo Dalu straightened his chest and raised his belly, "Where do you want, the uncle has money!"

"Are you rich?"

Wang Chunmei, who was passing by here, lit her eyes, "Da Lu, are you rich again? Leave it to me for safekeeping!"

Guo Dalu suddenly became frowning, "Mom, can you leave some for me?"

Wang Chunmei put her hands on her hips, "What? Her wings are hard, and she doesn't listen to me? Just be more aware, hand over the bank card quickly!"

Guo Dalu was procrastinating for a long time before handing the bank card he had just opened to Wang Chunmei from his wallet, "The money has not been transferred yet. You can at least let me cover it, it's okay to have fun!"

Wang Chunmei took the bank card with a smile and handed it over to Wang Xiaolu, "Xiaolu, come on, you have to take care of this card! Mom tells you, this is the man, the first thing to do is to control his money first..."

Guo Dalu looked in pain, "Are you my biological mother?"

Wang Xiaolu took the bank card with a blushing face and carefully put it in her wallet. She first gave Guo Dalu a blank look, and then said to Wang Chunmei: "Thank you, mom!"

Wang Chunmei had actually long regarded the relationship between Guo Dalu and Wang Xiaolu. The old lady had long regarded Wang Xiaolu as her own daughter and daughter-in-law. Now she transferred Guo Dalu's bank card to Wang Xiaolu. In fact, this was already a disguised support for the two of them together.

How could Wang Xiaolu, a smart girl who is Bingxue, not understand this meaning?

That's why the little girl blushed and said thank you to Wang Chunmei.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Guo Dalu was about to turn around and leave the house, Wang Chunmei shouted, "Stupid boy, don't run away first, leave the password!"

Wang Xiaolu reached out and gently grabbed Wang Chunmei's hand, and chuckled to Wang Chunmei: "Mom, don't ask him, actually I know all the bank passwords of Brother Dalu..."

Guo Dalu sighed to the sky, bursting with tears, "It's still not alive..."

Just as Guo Dalu and his family were having fun, a fat old man in the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House was losing his temper with President Wang Qinglong.

"President Wang, have we done something a little too much?"

The fat old man was wearing a suit and tie, wearing a very formal dress. He was slapped at the table and shouting to Wang Qinglong: "Why did he reduce the publicity resources that he had agreed to at that time now? Why did he stuff a book from an unknown young boy in the middle of the road?"

The fat old man panted and looked extremely angry, "How much did I lose? Do you know? Hum?"

Wang Qinglong looked at the fat old man in front of him quietly, and he said slowly until the other party stopped roaring: "Mr. Bai Qingyan, I ask you to understand one thing: this publicity resource is just a verbal agreement and is not reflected in the contract. And even when it is a verbal agreement, we have said that if there are special circumstances, it may be redistributed to your publicity resources. I believe you will not forget these words, right?"

"you……"

The fat old man was angry for a moment, "For so many years, when I worked with your publishing house, this kind of resource was rarely squeezed out. Now, because of insufficient publicity, my new book has sold tens of thousands of less than in previous years. Is it necessary to give an explanation for this loss?"

Wang Qinglong shook his head and said, "Mr. Bai, do you know that in recent times, not only are your martial arts novels not being sold, but other martial arts authors have also accumulated a lot of novels."

He reached out to pick up a book from his desk and handed it to Bai Qingyan, "Mr. Bai, the market sales of the entire martial arts novels are not as good as this book together. Your novel cannot be sold, but it actually has little to do with publicity resources."

Bai Qingyan reached out to take the book passed by Wang Qinglong. After seeing the title of the book, she snorted heavily, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes? Hey! The Legend of the Condor Heroes! The streets are full of the names of this book! What's the good thing about a novel written by a pig slayer?"

After saying this, he realized that he had made up his words and hurriedly shut up.

But Wang Qinglong's face on the opposite side had already become gloomy. Few people in the entire publishing house knew about Guo Dalu's identity as a pig slayer. Even those who knew about it were banned by Wang Qinglong and were strictly prohibited from being circulated to the outside world.

After all, the author of a popular martial arts novel is actually a hawker who kills pigs and sells meat. If this is spread, it will make people feel a little glorious.

Readers may not care about the author's identity, but some red-eye patients in the writer's circle will inevitably take the opportunity to spread rumors and make big fuss.

Wang Qinglong often deals with the writers. He knows well that some so-called hypocritical authors have actually been far lower than the qualities of ordinary citizens and are even worse than those of today's government officials.

Now that Guo Dalu's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is so popular, it will naturally inevitably be criticized and abused by some people. The reason why Wang Qinglong asked his employees to conceal Guo Dalu's true identity is actually to eliminate some topics that are not conducive to Guo Dalu.

When Jiang Dongliu planned to ask Guo Dalu to go to the Demon City to sign and sell books, he was rejected by Guo Dalu. In fact, even if Guo Dalu did not refuse, Wang Qinglong would not agree to this proposal.

Now that he heard Bai Qingyan telling Guo Dalu’s true identity casually, Wang Qinglong suddenly felt angry and knew that it must be an employee of the publishing house who had contact with Bai Qingyan in private. He looked at Bai Qingyan and whispered: "Mr. Bai is very well-informed!"

Bai Qingyan smiled dryly, "It was also the news I heard by accident, and I don't know if it is true."

Wang Qinglong said: "Even if you are a pig slayer, can't you write a good book? Mr. Bai said it's not worth reading, so I suggest you read it first. After reading it, you may know why our publishing house has tilted its publicity resources to this book."

He stood up and said to Bai Qingyan: "Mr. Bai, I still have something to do, so I won't send it!"

Bai Qingyan was furious. This was the first time he encountered it when he was driven away so obviously. He stood up and said angrily: "President Wang, there will be a date later!"

Seeing that he turned around and was about to leave, Wang Qinglong picked up the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" on the table and smiled and said, "Mr. Bai would better take this book and read it. There are indeed many things worth learning from by martial arts authors."

Bai Qingyan snorted coldly and left, "Let me learn writing from a pig slayer? What a joke?"

After watching Bai Qingyan leave, Wang Qinglong shouted across Jiang Dongliu, "Lao Jiang, tell Guo Dalu in advance that someone may slander him recently and make him ready."

At night, when Guo Dalu was about to go to bed, Jiang Dongliu called over.

"What? Maybe someone wants to discredit me?"

Guo Dalu picked up the pig-killing knife beside him and lamented: "This book "Guo Dapao's Entertainment Career" has no rewards, no recommendations, no publicity, and no such assists, how can I have the energy to do it with others?"
Chapter completed!