Entertainment Rebirth Rhapsody

Chapter 18: Chapter Eighteen: Publishing
The news that Shanhe won the award quickly spread in the county and caused a sensation in this small mountainous county.

During this period of time, Qiu Jiang and his wife lived happily and painfully, their ears were full of praise and inquiries, and the dozens of Budding magazines at home were divided up by relatives and friends.

Shanhe returned to his hometown in the countryside, avoiding the raging compliments and flattery.

"Grandpa, this is the radio I brought you from Shanghai. It can be worn around your waist. Your original one is too stupid and old. You also have the down jacket I bought for you. This one is very warm." Shanhe said from the box Keep taking out the gifts for grandparents.

Grandma complained with joy, while Grandpa played on the radio, "I heard from your dad that you won a grand prize and are number one in the country?"

"Well, just the prizes I won for writing and drawing at home in the summer." Shanhe replied.

"My grandson is so awesome. How many people are there in the whole country! It's amazing. Blessed by our ancestors, this is a Wenqu star!"

Life in the country is peaceful and happy, and there is a freedom that cannot be experienced in the city.

You can enter the mountains by looking at the mountains, and you can enter the water by looking at the rivers.Everything can be experienced with the body.

Mountains and rivers wash away the impetuousness left in the city, and forget the complacency brought about by honor.Soak up the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

The New Year comes in the blink of an eye, and the sound of firecrackers breaks the tranquility in the mountains.Rows of bacon and sausages under the eaves exude the smell of the Chinese New Year.

My sister was running amidst red dots of firecracker debris all over the floor. My grandfather was teasing her and laughing. My mother was dragging my father and grandma to chat and be busy in the kitchen. Shanhe was among them.

The long-lost Chinese New Year, the long-lost atmosphere of joy!
Shanhe spent his first new year of rebirth amidst the laughter of his family.

In the first few days before returning to the city, the whole family spent New Year greetings from relatives and friends.

The upsurge of Shanhe winning awards gradually subsided.There are only a few words of praise, and everyone becomes bored if they say too much.

On this day, Fatty and several people came to the door together and pulled Shanhe out.

"Qiu Daxian, you really want to become an immortal! You can do this kind of thing. You are number one in the country. I feel dizzy just thinking about it." Li Xiaohui couldn't hold it in any longer.

"It's so well hidden that we didn't even know it had been published for several months!" Yuan Datou sighed quietly.

"Is the Magic City fun? I heard there are warships on the Bund. Tell us about it!"

"Go to my store and tell me that no one is eating during the Chinese New Year. My dad is the only one here. Let's go to the private room upstairs to interrogate Qiu Daxian!"

Shanhe, who was surrounded, said helplessly: "Don't you just get an award? Do you want to be so excited? You can talk about it in Shanghai. Go to Feng Jicha's shop. By the way, I even bought you comic books and pencils." box, I'll get it."

A few middle-aged teenagers were sitting in a hotel room chatting.During this period, Feng Jie's father also served snacks and drinks, congratulated Shan He, and asked Feng Jie to bring some with him.

After saying that Shanhe went to the Magic City to win awards, several people jointly criticized Shanhe and asked him to sign various compensations.

"Qiu Daxian, you have to be careful of Miss Zhou at the beginning of school. I met her yesterday and she said she wanted you to look good at the beginning of school. How did you offend her?" Yuan Datou asked.

"I dare to offend her! Isn't it because she keeps asking me to submit articles and I ignore her?"

"Hahaha" several bad friends laughed happily.

"Old Feng, does your family cook Sichuan food now? No more Hakka food!"

"My parents are too busy right now, so they hired a chef. He can cook Sichuan cuisine. My dad cooks Hakka cuisine!"

"There are also many Sichuan restaurants in Shanghai."

"The hot pot and the boiled fish are delicious. Last time Fatty and I came to try the dishes. The food was spicy and delicious."

"Okay, I'll treat you to a big meal at noon, Sichuan cuisine and Hakka dishes. Datou Yuan, you go and ask Miss Zhou and a few classmates nearby. I'll bring my sister first."

Shanhe turned to Feng Jiezha and told him, "Old Feng told your dad that if I win a treat, I must charge for it. It's unlucky not to charge. Later, you can take them to order whatever they want. I have a bonus."

The teenagers who were having dinner as hosts and guests for the first time were very excited and went out to invite their classmates.A very lively lunch.

The new semester has begun, and a bright red banner hangs on the school gate: Congratulations to Qiu Shanhe, Class , Grade , our school, for winning the first prize in the National Youth Essay Contest.

Every time Shanhe walked under it, he felt sick in his heart. He finally realized how the fat man felt when he was angry.

Wherever he went, people were pointing at him and talking about him. He was a little shy at first, but gradually he got used to it.This is how celebrities feel. Shanhe neither likes nor dislikes them.

The serialization in Sprout Magazine has ended.There are already five boxes full of letters from readers at home.

The proofreading and typesetting of the single volume has also been completed, and the sample book will be out in the next two days.

"Shanhe, don't forget what you promised me last time? When your book comes out, everyone in the class will get one copy, and it will be signed personally!" Zhou Xiaoou reminded Shanhe righteously.

"It's absolutely no problem, don't worry, big girl."

"Big girl is something you can call, you can say it if you miss!"

"Classmate Xiaoou, take care of him. Let him experience the miserable life of elementary school again." Li Xiaohui encouraged him.

Zhou Xiaoou cast a glance at Li Xiaohui, "Do you also want to recall the time when your mother chased and beat you?"

The two sat down honestly, relatively silent.

"Hmph~" Miss Zhou walked away proudly, swinging her steps.

"Why are you afraid of her! My boss almost thinks of you as his treasure now. You are a great writer now, don't you know. If I were you, I would just cry to Miss Zhou!"

"Xiao Lizi, you are so cheap, you want to seek death, don't use me as a stick!"

"Hey," Li Xiaohui sighed, "We must not let her be the squad leader, no, I want to have a small meeting in the back row."

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At Sprout Magazine, after the meeting was held to arrange work for the next quarter, editor Zhao called Qu Ling into the office.

"Have you read the sample book of "From City to Field"?" asked Editor-in-Chief Zhao.

Qu Ling took a sip of tea and replied, "He received it yesterday, so there shouldn't be any problems. We can settle it today."

"The printing house and the Xinhua Bookstore have arranged and communicated. The first printing of 30 copies will be out in three days, covering the southern provinces in ten days, and covering the north in fifteen."

Editor Zhao touched his chin, "We may be too conservative. The Education Bureau of Shanghai has notified primary and secondary schools to purchase popular science books, and Shanhe is also on the list. Provincial education bureaus across the country should issue similar notices one after another. Unlike other popular science books, Shanhe is highly readable and interesting. Sales are likely to explode."

"I have already communicated with the printing factory. We can start printing at any time with just one phone call." Qu Ling responded.

"That's good!" Editor Zhao nodded, "By the way, how far is Shanhe's new book in progress?"

"The first draft has come out, Xiaohe is still not satisfied, and is still revising the draft"

"Today, Lao Li said that "Harvest" has been drafted too much, and it will take several months for Shanhe to be drafted." Editor Zhao said a little annoyed.

"How many months? A few months means more than half a year. It's such a long wait! Why don't we ask Xiaohe to submit works to "Flower City" and "Zhongshan"?" Qu Ling's tone was a bit high.

"Hey, people who aren't home are always delayed. What do you think of us going straight to publication?"

Qu Ling rubbed his forehead and thought for a moment, and said with certainty: "Just publish it directly. After "From City to Field" is published, the name Shanhe should have a certain foundation. I believe all bookstores will push it. I will go to Anyi and the others. Editor-in-chief, you should also find some seniors to write a few prefaces and postscripts. The key is the quality of Xiao He's novel, but I trust him!"

"In this way, in the next issue, you arrange an interview with Shanhe, and promote the release date of this book and the next full-length novel. There are still some old contacts in the agency, so you should also look for them and try to get more in a few pages." This interview was published in a newspaper. The world of a 14-year-old boy should be very attractive!"

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

"Then we'll have to wait for Shanhe's manuscript. You can follow up more here. Let's show a talented young writer to our colleagues!"

In the Qiu family in Minbei County, the family happily chatted loudly around a stack of books.Shanhe picked up a book with his name printed on it.

Shan He caressed the thin book in his hand, thinking a lot.

An indescribable surge was about to rush out of his chest.

I come,

I see,

can i conquer
Shanhe wrote on the title page: In this era, I want to shine my light!

(End of this chapter)