1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 18 Return to Jiangcheng
"Brother Sheng, I'm a little scared!"

Frequent flyers know that there is some turbulence during takeoff and landing, so this scared Liu Xiaoli, who was flying for the first time.

"It's alright. The airflow is unstable during the ascent, so a little turbulence is normal. It will be fine once we reach a certain altitude," Chen Fusheng comforted his wife, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"really?"

"Of course, I would never lie to you."

Liu Xiaoli agreed.

But she immediately became curious:
"Didn't you say it was your first time flying? How do you know so much?"

“I heard it from a friend.”

As he spoke, Chen Fusheng looked out the window somewhat guiltily, because he hadn't expected to be proven wrong so quickly!
The key point is that Liu Xiaoli didn't suspect anything.

Two hours later, before Liu Xiaoli could even react, they were already standing at Jiangcheng Airport.

"Wow, that was fast! It feels like I just dozed off for a little while, and when I woke up I was already here!"

"After this experience, what should I do next time my wife asks me to take the train when she goes back to her parents' home?"

"I want you to buy me a plane ticket," Liu Xiaoli said coquettishly.

Chen Fusheng didn't respond to that. He and his wife retrieved their luggage and then walked towards the exit with the other passengers on the flight.

Besides their luggage, they also brought a jar of wine and various miscellaneous gifts from their father-in-law's family on their trip back. In total, they brought quite a lot of things.

However, they had called their parents yesterday to let them know their flight time for today, so when they walked out of the gate with their bags and packages, they saw their parents waving at them from afar.

"Mom, let me get this." Chen Fusheng said quickly when he saw his mother about to pick up his wine, afraid that she might accidentally fall.

"What is that?" Yang Hongmei asked curiously.

Old Chen also cast a curious glance his way.

"I'll tell you when we get home." Chen Fusheng was afraid that if he told his parents, they would give him a double beating at the airport, so he decided to keep it a secret.

"Hey, you're pulling this trick on me again, aren't you? Fine, I'll ask Xiaoli."

Just as Liu Xiaoli was about to speak, she saw Chen Fusheng frantically giving her meaningful glances.

In the end, she still sided with her husband.

On the way back, his parents kept asking him questions, but Chen Fusheng kept quiet.

“The editor Xiao from Fangcao magazine has come to us to ask about you several times recently, so son, when you come back this time, go and meet her when you have time. Maybe she has something important to tell you.”

"Row!"

As soon as he got home, Chen Fusheng used this excuse to slip away early.

"Chen! Fu! Sheng! You good-for-nothing, come back here right now!"

He had just come downstairs when he heard the roaring voices chasing him up the stairwell. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and thought to himself: Luckily I ran fast!
Fangcao Magazine

As soon as Chen Fusheng arrived, he felt as if he were at home.

"Old Xiao, aren't you guys going a bit too far?"

"It's not an exaggeration at all, Teacher Chen. Guess how many copies our first issue of 'Fragrant Grass' magazine sold?" "How many?" Chen Fusheng didn't want to guess. Guessing games were for children.

"The first month's sales exceeded 177 million copies, and as of yesterday, February's sales have reached 1.5 million copies. Although orders have dropped considerably, it is absolutely certain that the magazine's total sales will exceed 3 million copies by the end of this month."

Although Chen Fusheng also felt that selling 300 million copies of a single issue of the magazine was remarkable, he was, after all, an outsider and did not know how impressive this figure was to professionals like them.

So he asked directly, "Is 300 million copies difficult for your magazine?"

"Of course it's difficult." Seeing Chen Fusheng's confused look, Xiao Xinghai quickly explained to him, "Do you know how much our magazine sold for all six issues last year?"

Chen Fusheng thought to himself, "How the hell would I know?" But he still played along and asked, "How much?"

"Eight and a half million means that this issue of the magazine is equivalent to the sales of two issues of our magazine last year."

Seeing that Chen Fusheng's reaction time was a bit slow, Xiao Xinghai continued with examples: "Do you know the best magazine publishers in China?"

"You mean People's Literature, Harvest...Sprout?"

"Yes, do you know how many copies of their magazine sold last month?"

Before Chen Fusheng could even chime in, Xiao Xinghai took the initiative to announce, "The highest is *People's Literature*, which announced its January sales at 153 million copies. Next is *Harvest* with 138 million copies, followed by *Youth* with 105 million copies. *Sprout* is fourth, with less than a million copies sold at only 93. Our *Fragrant Grass* magazine sold 177 million copies last month, making it the undisputed number one in the country. We even have a chance to retain that number one spot this month. So, Mr. Chen, you should now understand why we say you are a great contributor to our magazine."

After this comparison, Chen Fusheng truly understood just how valuable Fangcao magazine was, as it was about to surpass 300 million copies sold.

However, the fact that "Bullfighting" has such an influence is, to be honest, something that even Chen Fusheng, the author, finds somewhat unbelievable.

Of course, he wouldn't dwell on this issue, since such cases of things becoming popular out of nowhere often happen in movies.

If we had to define it, we could only say it was a combination of favorable timing, location, and human factors.

"During your time in Harbin, many reporters wanted to interview you but couldn't find you. In the end, they could only leave an explanation for our magazine, saying they would contact you after you returned. Now that you're back, what do you have to say? Professor Chen, would you like to be interviewed by reporters?"

"is it a lot?"

There are probably more than a dozen.

"There are too many, and I suspect they all ask similar questions, so there's no point in accepting them all."

"So what do you mean?"

"You can choose to be interviewed by one or two media outlets with significant influence," Chen Fusheng said.

The main reason is that I find it too troublesome.

However, completely refusing interviews is not a good idea either, since the media has also contributed to the popularity of Chen Fusheng's novels.

"Okay, our magazine will communicate with the reporter first, and then we'll contact you again."

“Sure.” Since the other party was willing to be his 'agent' for free, Chen Fusheng naturally wouldn’t refuse.

"There's a rather tricky problem right now. Since your readers don't have your address, they're sending all their letters to our magazine. Over the past month or so, the warehouse we specifically set aside for you to store mail is almost full. What do you think we should do with all this mail?"

Chen Fusheng initially thought Xiao Xinghai was exaggerating, but when he went to the warehouse with him, he found that it really had already been piled up into a small mountain.

So, seeing so many letters from readers, he couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache.

'Am I also going to follow in the footsteps of the children's literature master Zheng Yuanjie and buy eight courtyard houses to store readers' letters?'

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