Hearing Liu Jingting's words, Mi Hu was stunned, frowned and thought for a while, as if he understood something, and his tone became relaxed, and said, "You are a person who speaks inconsistently and you are too lazy to pay attention to you."

"Show me the photos?"

Mihu did not continue to refuse and gave the camera to Liu Jingting. After looking at a few photos, Liu Jingting suddenly said proudly: "Han Shuo's skills are impeccable, and the photos are all better than mine. However, you have to admit that you are better in my camera. Do you understand what I mean?"

Mi Hu naturally would not admit this. He quickly caught up with Yi Shui'an and Han Shuo in front, and Liu Jingting picked up the camera and came another photo at the three people in front.

...

The four of them entered KFC, ordered half a box of egg tarts, a large portion of fries, a pair of roasted wings, a pair of spicy wings, two cups of snow-top coffee, two cups of juice, and then found a seat by the window.

"The beer fish tastes good, but I still feel uncomfortable watching it being slaughtered." Han Shuo pinched a piece of fries and dripped it in a little tomato sauce. "In comparison, the price of KFC is very stable."

"Maybe it's because KFC has no special features," Liu Jingting continued: "And the price of KFC itself is not low."

Han Shuo nodded and said, "Although foreign monks have always been good at chanting scriptures in our country, and although KFC branches are already spread all over the country, the total GDP they create may not be as good as our Goubuli buns or Lanzhou ramen."

Facing the combination in front of her, Mi Hu, who was sitting by the side, suddenly felt unreal. Because she had been an editor, she had a very deep understanding of the weight of the three authors in front of her. Needless to say, Han Shuo and Yi Shuian are well-deserved popular writers, and Liu Jingting is an unlimited potential author with an unlimited future. If his identity as a fairy tale is officially exposed, I don’t know how much shock it will cause.

"Some time ago, someone said that you are the author of "Shuke and Beta". How did this happen?" Yi Shuian asked casually as if he was guessing Mi Hu's thoughts.

Liu Jingting smiled embarrassedly and curled his lips, "You know that those two mice were popular at that time, and they happened to have the opportunity to take advantage of their names. I want to hold on to them."

Han Shuo and Yi Shuian nodded with experience.

Mi Hu secretly glanced at Liu Jingting and said to himself: "This guy is so cunning."

"Speaking of this, I have a question to ask you three. It's such a rare opportunity." Mihu said seriously, and then shifted the topic.

Liu Jingting looked at her with a smile and said, "If you have any questions, I probably don't know. The two masters will definitely give you the best answer."

Han Shuo smiled slightly and continued to eat French fries. Yi Shui'an took a sip of juice and looked up and said, "I said to Gu Yongsheng, can you not keep your mouth shut and shout loudly."

Liu Jingting immediately received the teaching and corrected: "Teacher Han, Teacher Yi."

Han Shuo said: "Don't call me a teacher. I, a college dropout, can't afford it. Just call me a name."

"Then let Brother Han and Sister An——"

Han Shuo and Yi Shuian did not express their opinions anymore, but Mi Hu looked at him with dissatisfaction. Liu Jingting hurriedly reached out to make an invitation: "Please."

Han Shuo and Yi Shuian looked at Mi Hu together. Before Mi Hu could glar at Liu Jingting, he hurriedly solemnly raised his own question: "I want to ask the two seniors, how did you convert the ideas in your mind into written language?"

"This question can be more specific." Yi Shui'an guided.

"Because I have written novels before, and I tried them a few times later, but the situation is very bad. I clearly have something to write about, as if there is a huge forest in front of me, with various background settings and character settings, witty dialogues, and exciting storylines... When they were in my head, they were all vivid and lifelike, making me unable to sit still for a moment. I had to write them with a pen before I could stop. But when I really picked up the pen, I found that I couldn't even write the beginning well. Even if I barely wrote the whole story, I found that everything had changed. There was no shining point at all, which was disgusting."

"So I would like to ask, how should I solve this problem?"

Han Shuo looked at Yi Shui'an and smiled and said, "You talk first."

Yi Shuian nodded and said, "I understand Mihu's troubles, because this is a problem that almost all the authors have encountered, including those who, to be honest, I will feel the pain of not being able to write things now, and it has even become a normal state. The feeling is particularly bad. I have cried a lot about it."

"The most recent time in May was in May. I didn't know what happened, and my mind was empty. I knew that the editor was standing outside the door, but I couldn't even write a word. I lay on the table and cried, feeling that I was not the material for writing at all."

All three, including Han Shuo, were surprised to hear it. Who would have thought that a top best-selling author like Yi Shuian, who had a million-dollar sales of one book, would actually be so cried.

"You must find it a bit incredible, but this is the truth."

"Then how did you deal with this situation?" asked Mihu.

"Cry, just cry." Yi Shuian smiled slightly and said, "Then talk about the question you asked. According to literary theory, it is the problem of the transformation of abstract thinking and figurative thinking. When the outline of the story appears, the brain will automatically supplement the worldview and background. For example, if you fantasize that two people are talking in a castle, your brain will immediately emerge with a simple and mysterious castle, but when you describe it, you will feel that you can't start writing because you don't know where to start writing."

"When I encounter this situation, the solution I choose is to leave blank space, pick a few typical places to write, and leave the others to readers, and they will create secondary creations."

Mihu nodded and received teaching.

After Yi Shuian said that, he looked at Han Shuo. Han Shuo touched his chin with his hand and said, "I rarely describe scenes in the novel. I just give a brief explanation. In the words of the book, it is just a simple outline. The fact is that I am not good at writing those things at all, so I hide my weaknesses."

"And I think an author doesn't need to spend so much effort to write out the background. The key is that the story must come out, the feelings must come out, and the sense of humor must be given."

Mihu nodded.

"What about Gu Yongsheng, what do you have to say?" Yi Shuian glanced at Liu Jingting and asked.

Liu Jingting naturally would not have this problem, but since he had stored so many amazing works in his mind, the relevant theoretical insights were naturally rising. Liu Jingting did not pretend to behave and said directly: "It seems that there is no shortcut for such things. It is to pick up a pen to write, write, and write, and write until one day, you find that these problems are no longer problems, and it will be done."

"I don't know what others say, but I always insist that writing requires talent." Han Shuo continued.

Liu Jingting nodded in agreement and said, "Mihu, your previous book "The Bird Stays" has shown your talent, which is what I said. Your narrative is very frank and straightforward. Although there are traces of imitating Sister An, it cannot cover up your talent for running around."

This is the most impressive thing that Mi Hu heard Liu Jingting said since his trip, and felt a little embarrassed and said, "You just like to praise people."

"Bloody? Why do you have to say such a bloody and violent way of writing?" Han Shuo joked.

"Of course it's a metaphor," Liu Jingting said with a smile, "I won't really go to kill the dog."

After hearing Liu Jingting's funny explanation, everyone started to laugh.

...

...

"Haha, Xiaoliang, you can use the writing style to flatter you, it's really a pity you can think of it." Cui Song's face turned red and pointed at Xue Muliang and joked.

Today is Mo Zhiyu, vice president of Huanghe Literature. At the birthday party, Xue Muliang said in his birthday speech: "I think the entire publishing industry is celebrating Sister Mo's birthday now, and it is absolutely sincere congratulations. Everyone is hoping that she can retire early because she stays in the publishing house for one more day, so others can only follow from behind."

After hearing President Cui’s joke, Xue Muliang shook his head and laughed, saying, “Master Song, you can laugh at me for flattery, but you can’t help but admit what I said. The mountain you and Sister Mo left in the publishing industry is too high and too big, and our juniors can only be under a lot of pressure.”

After hearing Xue Muliang's witty explanation, the table laughed.

The birthday star Mo Zhiyu stopped laughing and looked at Xue Muliang and said, "Xiaoliang, do you think Cui She and I are under great pressure. Have you ever thought that the Hermes bag you gave me will double my pressure, and I will do nothing."

Everyone here knows that Xue Muliang has always been very generous in giving gifts, so they were not surprised at all when they heard Mo Zhiyu's words.

Xue Muliang said seriously: "Sister Mo, you go out with that bag. I think no matter who sees it, you can only shut up."

This is not a flattery. Mo Zhiyu's status in the publishing industry is definitely at the queen level. The golden partner she and Cui Song have produced many super bestsellers and famous works.

Today's best-selling king, Xue Muliang, the miracle of the publishing industry, was also cultivated by them in collaboration, which shows others.

Mo Zhiyu was no longer modest and said, "Don't rush to leave after dinner, talk about something."

Xue Muliang nodded and agreed, then asked the waiter to book a quiet VIP lounge.

The banquet lasted nearly two hours before it ended. After everyone left, Xue Muliang, Cui Song and Mo Zhiyu entered the lounge.

Xue Muliang, who had always been high, became a follower at this time. He first adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner by himself, then poured three cups of tea, and sent it to Cui Mo and the others thoughtfully. After doing this, he sat down at the end of the sofa very politely.

"The statistics for June have come out and will be announced in about two days." Mo Zhiyu looked at Xue Muliang, his tone a little heavy.

"I have been following the data, and we have always been ahead, except for "Children's Literature and Art"," Xue Muliang said cautiously.

Mo Zhiyu nodded and said, "It was a narrow victory, but the gap was almost negligible, especially "The Grass on the Yuanshang" magazine that was published on the tenth day. If June ends a few days later, "Ding Novels" will definitely lose."

Hearing the word "lose", Xue Muliang's face changed slightly and said, "Because he is the starter, and it is obviously a hunger marketing postponement for more than ten days. From what we learned, the real decision-making is their second book."

"The "Yuan Shangcao" is a book instead of publication, which is an illegal act." Cui Song, who was sitting in the middle of the sofa, said coldly, without a trace of alcohol in his tone, calmly making people feel chilled.

"I won't talk about that, as Xiaoliang said, because it is Han Shuo's first magazine, I have some curiosity and freshness. I read the reviews and found two conclusions. One is that the reader group of "The Grass on the Yuan" does not overlap with "Ding Novels", and the other is that the magazine does not meet the readers' expectations for various reasons and is not very threatening."
Chapter completed!