The old man with white hair is Long Yin, and Long Yin is his pseudonym. Over the past few decades, the popularity of the name Long Yin has far exceeded his real name.

"That book is great, but I suggest you better not sign him now!"

"Why? Uncle!"

Jiang Huaiyi frowned, not understanding why Long Yin said that the book was very good, but suggested that he should not sign it now? What is the reason? Since the book is very good, the author should have investment value, so why not sign it immediately?

Long Yin lowered his head and looked at the picture of Fishing for the Han River that he had just drawn, with a smile on his lips and answered Jiang Huaiyi inadvertently.

""Swordsman"... Haha, under the sky of the Ming Dynasty, it's fine to write the Sun and Moon God Cult! You dare to define the Sun and Moon God Cult as the Demon Cult... Huaiyi! If you really want to invest in this author, wait until he has passed this disaster! Someone may cause trouble for him!"

Jiang Huaiyi was shocked.

"Uncle! No? What era is this? Is there anyone who picks on this word? The Sun and Moon God Sect can be linked to the Ming Dynasty? Isn't this a literary inquisition!"

“Written inquisition?”

Long Yin looked up at Jiang Huaiyi, shook his head slightly, and said, "Huaiyi! You shouldn't say such childish words at your age! Even if time passes ten thousand years, those in power will not like indifferent sounds! If you don't believe it, then just wait and see! There will never be few people shooting hidden arrows!"

When Jiang Huaiyi came out of Longyin's courtyard, he looked a little depressed, but when he returned to the company and got off the bus at the company's door, his hurried steps suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed, and he touched the hair on his forehead with one hand, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. пge心官网彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩彩�

Jiang Huaiyi, Long Yin's nephew, is also considered a celebrity because he is Long Yin's nephew.

When he was 7 years old, his parents divorced. His mother, as Long Yin's sister, had a sense of superiority and arrogance in her bones. After the divorce, she took Jiang Huaiyi as a burden and wanted to find another person who was excellent in all aspects and loved her deeply. Unfortunately, time passed, year after year, Jiang Yijun was getting older and older, and her temper grew older, and the wish-fulfilling husband she wanted still did not appear.

Jiang Huaiyi has the surname of his mother. He grew up with his mother since childhood. Because he had no father, Jiang Huaiyi's personality is very rebellious. He has developed various bad habits such as fighting and skipping classes and playing games since he was a child. But it doesn't matter. He has a good uncle who is famous all over the world and doesn't have enough scores in the college entrance examination?

My uncle asked him to enter Jinghua University with just one phone call.

Didn't learn anything in college?

It doesn't matter! He has a good uncle! He can choose the job that is more money and less trouble, but even so, Jiang Huaiyi is still not satisfied. Since a few years ago, Jiang Huaiyi has started to create a publishing house by himself. With Long Yin's signature, Jiang Huaiyi is simply invincible. For example, the various procedures of running a publishing house may be difficult for others to do, but he will do it in a green light everywhere.

When using Long Yin's signature to collect the author's manuscripts, it was still very easy. For example, Long Yin has several copyrights that have returned to Long Yin's hands. Jiang Huaiyi begged his uncle to grant him the right to reprint, thus further gaining the reputation of Mo Yun Publishing House.

There is an uncle from a great master in the industry, Jiang Huaiyi, who has done a smooth job in publishing. Although he has not made Moyun Publishing House one of the top three in the country, he is still very strong.

Many people in the publishing industry know that Jiang Huaiyi has a bad habit, that is, he likes to poach new authors from other publishing houses! And now, it is obvious that he is interested in Zhao Yan.

...

That afternoon, the second class of the 44th writing class of Hanlin College was Ge Qingying's "Inspiration Collection". It can be seen that Ge Qingying's teaching is very thoughtful and she likes to use multimedia teaching.

For example, in this afternoon's inspiration collection class, she used a computer slide to play photos she took when she participated in the Writers Association's field trip activity last year, while giving lectures to everyone with a smile. She held a slender and delicate telescopic teaching stick in her hand, pointed to every photo on the curtain, and told everyone about her thoughts at that time.

For example: "Look at this photo! The sea of ​​clouds in Huangshan is beautiful?"

There was a burst of praise in the classroom. The sea of ​​clouds in the photos were indeed very beautiful. Some peaks looked like some reefs on the sea surface. Especially with the rapid playback of Ge Qingying's slides, photos flashed quickly on the curtain. Nearly twenty photos of the sea of ​​clouds were played so quickly, it looked like the sea of ​​clouds was flowing with the wind.

Ge Qingying said with a smile: "When I took these photos, I thought it was as beautiful as you! At that time, the leader of our field trip activity and the vice president of the Nanjing Writers Association asked us, and said, "When I saw this beautiful sea of ​​clouds, what kind of inspiration did everyone have in their minds just now? Let's talk about it one by one! I think it will definitely be very interesting!"

"In fact, it is really interesting. Do you know what inspiration was in my heart when I saw this sea of ​​clouds? Can anyone guess it?"

Ge Qingying looked at everyone in the classroom with a smile and asked everyone with interest.

There were messy guesses in the classroom.

Female voice: "Love! Teacher Ge must have thought of love with Teacher Weng at that time!"

Female voice: "Immortal! Such a white and beautiful sea of ​​clouds, the teacher must have thought of the Immortal!"

Male voice: "Ice cream! The mountains in the sea of ​​clouds are so similar to ice cream!"

I don’t know which unlucky child guessed the ice cream. There was a burst of laughter in the classroom. Some girls with low laugh points were already laughing and lying on the table and unable to get up.

Zhao Yan and others were also laughing, and Ge Qingying on the podium was not angry, and she laughed happily.

After the laughter in the classroom was a little less, Ge Qingying revealed the answer: "It's not love! It's not a fairy, of course, it's not the ice cream that a classmate just said!"

A low laughter broke out in the classroom, and Ge Qingying's voice continued: "Mr. Ge, when I saw this sea of ​​clouds, what did I think of? To be honest! The dragon I thought of at that time! At that time, I was thinking how shocking it would be if a five-clawed golden dragon suddenly flew out of that sea of ​​clouds. Why did I think of a dragon? Have you ever heard the ancient sayings of Feng Conghu and Yun Conglong? The ancient book says that before the tiger appears, there will be wind in the mountains and forests! Before the dragon appears, the sky must be covered with clouds! So, when Teacher Ge, I saw that sea of ​​clouds, and what I thought of in my heart was..."

"Doduo!"

The sudden knocking sound from outside the classroom door interrupted Ge Qingying's lecture. Everyone looked at the closed classroom door. Because Ge Qingying used multimedia teaching in this class, the doors and windows were closed to ensure that the light in the classroom was not very bright.

Ge Qingying frowned.

"Doduo!"

There was another knock on the door, and the classroom became quiet. Everyone either looked at the door or paid attention to Ge Qingying's expression, wanting to see how she would react.

Ge Qingying didn't react much. When the second knock on the door sounded, she quickly walked over and opened the door. The reason why she used her posture to describe her was because although she wore a lot of clothes today, she felt that she was very angry. Wearing such high heels, her walking posture was naturally different from that of ordinary people.

In everyone's attention, Ge Qingying opened the classroom door and saw the figure at the door. A slight commotion sound came from the classroom.

"What's going on?"

"How could a police officer come to the door?"

"Who in our class has committed a crime?"

"who?"

Zhao Yan looked at the two men and one woman at the door, and was also guessing what these three police officers were doing?

"you……"

Ge Qingying looked at the three police officers at the door in surprise, and couldn't react for a moment. How could she expect that the class was good? The three police officers suddenly knocked on the door?

The two men and one woman at the door were in straight black police uniforms, a man with a black face of thirty-six or seven years old, and the other man was tall and thin, at the age of twenty-five or six, and his whole body was full of energy. Even the female policewoman was heroic and very energetic. Anyone could tell at a glance that these three police officers were different from ordinary policemen.

"May I ask, is this the 44th writing class?"

The police officer in charge asked Ge Qingying seriously. Ge Qingying quickly said that standing opposite the three people, Ge Qingying's momentum obviously suppressed. The spirit of the three people themselves and the pressure brought by their identity suppressed Ge Qingying and all the students in the classroom.

The leading police officer glanced at the classroom, and his voice suddenly increased, and he asked with no sense of emotion: "Zhao Yan! Who is Zhao Yan? Please stand up!"

Wow...

Everyone looked at Zhao Yan in surprise and confusion, including Ge Qingying at the door of the classroom. Changsun Xiaqiu felt a slap in his heart and looked back at Zhao Yan with a worried expression.

Zhang Peng, Li Yan, Nian Xiaobai, Xing Zheng, Xi Fang and others also looked on Zhao Yan's face. Unlike most of them, they were better off familiar with Zhao Yan after all, and their eyes were a little worried at this time.

When Zhao Yan heard his name, his heart sank and frowned. He was very confused and puzzled, not understanding what he had done recently?

Why did the police come to the door?

"Who is Zhao Yan? Please stand up!"

I didn't see anyone standing up, but the direction of dozens of eyes gathering in the classroom clearly showed who Zhao Yan was, but the policeman led by the door still repeated the words just now in a deep voice.

If he was an ordinary student, he would probably be so scared that his hands and feet were weak at this time, but Zhao Yan was born bold and did not think that he had done anything illegal recently. So he stood up calmly and looked at the policeman at the door coldly.

After Zhao Yan stood up, the policeman in charge nodded slightly and shouted in a deep voice: "Come out!"

The stolen whispers and discussions gradually sounded in the classroom. Zhao Yan, under the attention of all the classmates, walked to the door step by step with a cold face and pursed his lips, and looked at the three policemen.)
Chapter completed!