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Chapter 7 Zheng Shuangling's Condition
Jiang Changsheng looked at Meng Jia's sincere eyes, couldn't help but stepped forward, and hugged her into his arms.

Meng Jia's body tightened for a moment, and then she relaxed and lay in Jiang Changsheng's arms. She thought of taking care of Changsheng herself after the second grandma died.

For five years, the two have lived together and become the light in each other's world.

The hug at this moment does not contain any ambiguity between a man and a woman, only the warmth of two people relying on each other.

After a long time, Jiang Changsheng let go of his hand, and the two separated naturally. Jiang Changsheng said: "Do you still remember that I fell asleep in bed suddenly on New Year's Eve?"

"After I fell asleep, I had a long, long dream. In that dream, I saw many things in the future. I seemed to have lived in the dream for 20 years."

It’s hard for Jiang Changsheng to say that he was reborn, it’s too fantasy, Meng Jia can’t understand, anyway, he is indeed Jiang Changsheng, and he was not taken away, so he said frankly: “I have always been your younger brother, the reason why I have These changes are because of that dream."

Meng Jia recalled that Jiang Changsheng's change really began on New Year's Eve. She accepted this statement, or she confirmed that Jiang Changsheng was indeed Jiang Changsheng, and this was the most important thing in her heart.

"So Zheng Shuangling met in the future in your dream?"

Jiang Changsheng nodded: "In my dream, I was admitted to Jiangcheng University. Zheng Shuangling is my English teacher. I know she likes to read romance novels, so I came to her directly."

"In your dream, how do I fare in the future?"

Facing Meng Jia's question, Jiang Changsheng subconsciously froze for a moment, because he didn't know Meng Jia in his previous life, and he didn't know what would happen to her in the future.

Seeing Jiang Changsheng in a daze, although Meng Jia's expression did not change, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Changsheng realized that he wanted to tell a lie, but seeing Meng Jia's clear eyes, he knew that lying was useless, so he told the truth.

"I don't know your future, because you are not in my dream."

Jiang Changsheng knew what Meng Jia was thinking. The family hereditary disease was a shackle in her heart. Meng Jia's mother passed away at the age of 32, and few relatives on her mother's side lived past the age of 40.

Jiang Changsheng was thinking about how to comfort him, when Meng Jia actually smiled.

"Changsheng, it is the best without my appearance, which means that you can still live well without me."

"Sister Jia, the world is complex and changeable. My dream does not necessarily represent the whole future. Your future is written by yourself. The only thing I am sure of is that I will always be by your side."

"Then the Internet you've been telling me these days is the most profitable industry in the future?"

"Yes, that's a chance to get rich."

……

The two chatted quietly in the corner for a long time, until Zheng Shuangling walked out of the reception room to find someone.

The three sat in the reception room again.

Zheng Shuangling said straight to the point: "In order to save time, I roughly scanned the full text. Your novel is very well written, and it suits my appetite. The forbidden love between the hero and heroine, from ambiguous to deep love, is a matter of course. Love should not be bound by worldly concepts, it's just that the cancer and car accident at the end were deliberately sensational."

"It's good that Teacher Zheng is satisfied." Jiang Changsheng said with a smile: "The last sensationalism was indeed deliberately arranged. Sadomasochism is popular in the market now. I publish a book in the hope of earning some money and improving my life."

The more frank Jiang Changsheng was, the more Zheng Shuangling liked it. She looked at the boy in front of her, with a fluffy mouth, and couldn't help but tease him.

"Unexpectedly, a young boy with no hair growth can write such a love story."

Jiang Changsheng was immediately embarrassed. A man can be called ugly, but he must not be called small. However, he was not angry. He knew Zheng Shuangling. On the surface, this woman is a goddess. In fact, she not only reads romance novels in private, but also likes to drive.

Jiang Changsheng blinked his eyes: "It's not young anymore, it will be even bigger in two years."

Zheng Shuangling blushed immediately, mainly because she was not familiar with Jiang Changsheng, so driving like this was a bit abrupt, but she couldn't blame Jiang Changsheng, after all, she was the one who started the car first.

She explained: "I'm sorry, my words were inappropriate just now. The main reason is that you always give me a familiar feeling. It's very strange. It's obviously the first time we met."

After Zheng Shuangling apologized, she didn't get too entangled, and continued: "From my personal standpoint, I want to publish this novel for you, but you should know that Jiangcheng University Press publishes all academic books and journals. It conflicts with the style of our publishing house.

Well, let me introduce you to editors from other publishing houses. "

Jiang Changsheng shook his head, and said unhurriedly: "Mr. Zheng, as far as I know, the higher-ups should already be working on the restructuring of the University Press.

In the future, all university publishing houses will be transformed from public institutions into corporate legal persons, responsible for their own profits and losses. It will be difficult for publishing houses to grow and develop only by publishing academic books.

In the era of change, your publishing house is the first to make changes and publish some books that are popular in the market, which not only conforms to the above policy guidelines, but also creates profits for the publishing house. "

Seeing Zheng Shuangling start to think, Jiang Changsheng continued: "I see that Mr. Zheng is so young and makes tea in the office of the publishing house every day. Instead of wasting his youth in a hurry, it is better to do something practical, such as publishing a love novel and letting the publishing house Make a little change."

Jiang Changsheng knew that Zheng Shuangling's coming to the publishing house was arranged by her family. She didn't like this too leisurely job, so she later became a part-time English teacher at Jiangcheng University.

When the two chatted before, Zheng Shuangling mentioned many times that she wanted to do something practical in the publishing house.

Zheng Shuangling was indeed moved by Jiang Changsheng. She didn't underestimate the young man in front of her anymore, but asked in an equal tone: "How do you guarantee that this book will sell well?"

Jiang Changsheng shrugged his shoulders, "I can't guarantee it, and I'm not a god. I can only say that this book has three selling points:
First, this is a love novel that meets the taste of the current market;

Second, this is the first love novel published by River City University Press

Thirdly, and most importantly, this book was written by me, a middle school student who is only 15 years old and still in the first year of high school.

Boy geniuses, precocious writers, love in the eyes of high school students, these are all hot spots that can be publicized. "

Zheng Shuangling looked at Jiang Changsheng in surprise, "Are you really 15 years old? Why is your head so long? There are so many crazy ideas."

"Thank you for the compliment!" Jiang Changsheng cheekily added another weight to himself, "Love in Blue is only the first novel I wrote, and I still have a lot of ideas in my head. If I want, I can write it in a year." 5 different romance novels."

This sentence completely moved Zheng Shuangling. For a Bai Fumei who likes to read romance novels, any publishing house's performance is false.

She is not short of money, and Jiangcheng University Press is not a purely profit-seeking institution.

She was greedy for Jiang Changsheng's novels.

"Okay, I will publish your novel for you, don't worry, I will give you the best sales channels for this book, I will give you the best resources for publicity, and I will give you top-notch author treatment in terms of remuneration, royalties 12%."

"I only have one request."

Jiang Changsheng was overwhelmed by Bai Fumei's arrogance.

"You said, I will definitely do it."

"Write me three more romance novels within a year, and the quality must be no less than that of Blue Life and Death."

Jiang Changsheng: "..."

(End of this chapter)