The days when I retired with the queen of music

Chapter 127 The Bewildered Man Song Xiaoqin

In this era, the self-media has not yet flourished, so I don't know what a marketing account is.

Lu Anzhi solved the confusion for the bitterness: He just has no morals and no lower limit, and he likes to be a headline party to attract traffic and engage in marketing.

Kuku: ...

Kuku: It sounds like a good thing.

Kuku: ...

Bitter: I'm not talking about us.We are different from the nature of the marketing account you mentioned, Boss B.

Lu Anzhi: These are all what you said, it has nothing to do with me.

Kuku: Obviously you said that we are like a marketing account...

However, Kuku's rhetoric does have some truth.

From "Dragon" to "The Little Prince", completely different categories, it can be said that it has changed to a brand new track.

The works that Lu Anzhi chose before, including the "First Intimate Contact" that he chose afterward, are all on the same track. The main focus is youth literature, which is more popular in this era.

But "The Little Prince" is different.This children's literature novel is good enough, but it is completely different from other novels that Lu Anzhi has published so far.

Different classifications will inevitably lead to a decline in Lu Anzhi's popularity advantage, and the exact percentage of the reduction is still unknown.And the little trick under the maple tree is to ensure that Lu Anzhi's popularity advantage can be more used in the new book "The Little Prince".

In this way, some word-of-mouth of "The Little Prince" will inevitably be affected at that time, but as long as "The Little Prince" is good enough, the impact of word-of-mouth can be minimized.

Maple has to bear the cost pressure, and Lu Anzhi's share is so high, it is understandable to think of some off-the-shelf tricks that can increase sales.

And this little trick under the maple tree, in its official advertisement, there is no word saying that "The Little Prince" is a rumor of "Dragon Race", and it is clearly stated that it is a new fairy tale work of Doraemon.

They just guide the reader on the fragments that are released.Everything is in the imagination of the reader.

Lu Anzhi turned off the computer, went downstairs to greet Wang Ping, and left the bookstore.

After Zhang Suxin handed him a key, he was inspired and gave Wang Ping his spare key so that Wang Ping could open the door by herself when she was away or got up late.

Of course, Lu Anzhi usually doesn't get up too late.But the problem is that Wang Ping got up earlier than him.

In the morning, when Lu Anzhi came down from upstairs and opened the door of the bookstore, he could often see Wang Ping waiting outside the store, which was not a good thing.

After Wang Ping got the key, she would only be active on the first floor every morning.Only after Lu Anzhi came down from the upstairs, would he go upstairs.

After driving to Zhuyuan Community, Lu Anzhi took the elevator up to the floor where Zhang Suxin's house was located, and knocked on the door without taking out the key as usual.

"Daddy daddy daddy daddy!"

Accompanied by the sound of "da da da" footsteps, the slender calling became louder and clearer.

"Crack..."

The door was opened, revealing a slender head, squinting and smiling at Lu Anzhi, and called: "Father!"

Lu Anzhi walked in, picked up the little guy, and asked, "Did Xianxian sleep soundly last night?"

"fragrant!"

The little guy replied that he didn't know if he could understand the meaning of "fragrance".

"Give me Xianxian, and put on your shoes."

Zhang Suxin put Lu Anzhi's slippers in front of Lu Anzhi, then took Xianxian from Lu Anzhi's arms, and let Lu Anzhi change the slippers conveniently.

Song Xiaoqin was sitting on the sofa, playing with her mobile phone and said in a strange tone: "Dad, Dad, Dad... put on your shoes... Tsk tsk, a family of three is really close. You don't care if I change my shoes or not when I come to your house."

Lu Anzhi said: "Are you taking gunpowder?"

Song Xiaoqin said unhappily: "I didn't take the medicine, if I had taken the medicine, I wouldn't be as weird as I am now."

Zhang Suxin said: "You still know that you have a strange yin and yang..."

Song Xiaoqin glanced at Zhang Suxin: "Huh!" Then she got up and said, "You guys continue to show your affection, I'm leaving anyway."

Zhang Suxin said: "Why are you in such a hurry? Let's go after dinner. I've already made breakfast for you. It's not like you don't know."

Song Xiaoqin said: "I'll tell you and you'll believe me." After saying that, she went into the kitchen.

Zhang Suxin put Xianxian on the ground, rolled her eyes at Song Xiaoqin's back, and followed into the kitchen.

Lu Anzhi hugged Xianxian and sat down at the dining table, tied a bib on Xianxian, and brought her breakfast as well.

After breakfast was served, the four of them sat at the dining table to eat separately.

Xianxian eats with great concentration while holding her small spoon, but it is inevitable that the paste will be everywhere on her mouth and on the table. Although her control is much better than before, she still can't do it in the end. An Zhi and Zhang Suxin worked hard to wipe her mouth and tidy her up from time to time.

Having been in contact with Zhang Suxin for a long time, Lu Anzhi felt that he had also been infected with this stink of being too clean. He couldn't see the mess in front of Xianxian's desk, and wanted to clean it up at any time.

Song Xiaoqin, on the other hand, was eating and swiping her phone.

She swiped her phone, suddenly raised her head to look at Lu Anzhi, and said in surprise, "Are you going to post a book again?"

Lu Anzhi nodded and said, "Well, I wrote some short fairy tales, and I'm going to post them together this time."

Song Xiaoqin said "tsk tsk" and said: "I just saw it when I read the book, you are really prolific. Your three big books as thick as "Dragon Race III" can be written by others for two or three years, and you publish them every year Not to mention, I wrote a new one.”

Lu Anzhi smiled and said, "Why, I'm so inspired?"

"Happy! Why not!"

Song Xiaoqin said, "Isn't this book written for Xianxian? From youth fantasy novels to fairy tales, you really dare to write! This is a completely different genre! Can you write well?"

Lu Anzhi was about to say no, how could it be posted under the maple tree, but Zhang Suxin replied first: "It can be done. I have already read that "Little Prince", it is very well written!"

Song Xiaoqin curled her lips: "You show affection again, right? You can read the book written by my husband first, it's amazing? It's not written for you, it's someone else's slender! Isn't it slender?"

Xianxian just swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and when she heard Song Xiaoqin's words, she immediately raised her spoon and said, "Xianxian is amazing!"

"Yeah, Xianxian is amazing!"

Song Xiaoqin's mood improved a lot, and she gave Zhang Suxin a contemptuous look, "You show off, I haven't seen your family write a book for you, even if you don't write a book, you can write a song."

Zhang Suxin said, "Why didn't you write it down?"

Song Xiaoqin sneered and said, "Perfume is poisonous?"

Zhang Suxin: "..."

This woman really didn't know which tendon was pulled today, and her nerves were not right.

Zhang Suxin was speechless for a while, Lu Anzhi said: "There are plenty of songs. Why do you want to listen to them?"

This woman's arrogance cannot be allowed to continue so arrogantly.She was already in a daze.

Song Xiaoqin: "..."

(End of this chapter)