I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 170

There are three poles in the sun, and the sea breeze is pleasant.

Chuhe was woken up again. He went to bed late last night and planned to sleep in.

But obviously, with Su Muyan around, he has lost the right to sleep late.

"Chuhe Chuhe, you're on the hot search, even though you're in the top 30, you're still amazing!" Su Muyan raised and sat on her soft buttocks, trying to get all of Chuhe's shit out.

He stared at the dead fish eyes and choked word by word: "Sit-was-no-wrong."

Su Muyan thought he was complimenting him, so she twisted her butt on purpose: "Really? Do you want me to sit down?"

Sit down, Jill!
"Go down!" Chuhe pushed her away, pulled the quilt over and continued to sleep.

"Hey, Chuhe, you're on the hot search list! A scholar of the pre-Qin period, Mr. Pipa, although a bit disgusting, many people like it." Su Muyan twittered.

"I got it, I got it, let me sleep." Chu He wanted to cry, but Su Muyan pouted, "You're really a salty fish. Later, my sister will kill you, and you still sleep."

"Why did she cut me?"

"Because she read my book, the unedited one, I specially showed it to her." Su Muyan grinned.

"So why did she kill me?"

"Because I said my book is based on a true story."

???

go to hell!

By the door, Liu Zhiqing appeared without a sound.

Chuhe sat up in a jerk, President Liu wouldn't really want to cut himself, would he?

Su Muyan had already burst into laughter, jumped over and said, "Sister, hack him to death, he taught me to ruin me!"

Liu Zhiqing sighed helplessly, and raised her hand to Su Muyan: "Yanyan, you are really getting worse and worse, you are not allowed to write those things in the future, you know?"

Chuhe heaved a sigh of relief, as expected of President Liu, he understands the truth very well.

"That's right, this damn girl throws the pot at me every day!" Chu He hurriedly threw trouble, but Liu Zhiqing stared over, "You're not much better, I told you to watch Yanyan, and you're going to get along with her. She writes light novels, right?"

Damn, did Su Muyan tell you all about this?

However, teaching Yanyan to write brother accusation essays is not considered to be in the same boat, right?Can the matter of scholars be called collusion?

Chu He would rather die than surrender: "I was wrong."

Liu Zhiqing snorted, and then left: "I have to go back to the company, remember, Yanyan can write novels, but if she writes those unsightly things again, I will clean up with you two!"

Chu He nodded again and again, and Su Muyan was also obedient.

The two had no face in front of President Liu.

However, as soon as Liu Zhiqing's car left, Su Muyan burst out laughing, and she rushed into the music room laughing: "I'm going to write to my brother, today's plot will definitely irritate the readers."

"Old sister, pay attention to 404."

Chuhe turned over and continued to sleep.

After not sleeping for long, the phone rang, and it was from editor Liu Qiang.

Chuhe's mind cleared up, and he remembered that "Poetry and the Sea I" was nominated for the No.30 Eighth Science Fiction Literature Galaxy Award in August.

But it's not yet August, it's still a week away.

Chu He picked up the phone and listened to it. Liu Qiang said excitedly, "Mr. Chu, the first and second batches of "Poetry and the Sea I" with a total of 30 physical books have been sold out!"

It turned out to be this.

At the beginning, the first batch of physical books of "Poetry and the Sea I" was 20 copies, and the supply exceeded demand, so 30 copies were quickly added, making a total of [-] copies.

I didn't expect it to sell out so quickly, which is a miracle in the physical publishing industry.

"Your manuscript fee last month, including the electronic manuscript fee of China Literature, the magazine manuscript fee of "Science Fiction World", and the manuscript fee of the physical book, totaled 3908 million yuan, which has been deposited into your bank account." Liu Qiang was still excited, Last month, with the addition of physical books, "Poetry and the Sea I" made a lot of money, Liu Qiang came here to report.

Chuhe was a little surprised, so many?
It's only one month!
"Okay, you have worked hard too." Chu He thanked, Liu Qiang laughed: "No hard work, my house is settled today, I am very excited, and I also want to thank you."

Liu Qiang bought a house in Shanghai, and he has been struggling for 20 years!
Chuhe was also happy in his heart, thinking of the president.

"Editor, how are you and the president?" Chu He's heart of gossip burned.

"Hey, oops, well, hey..." Liu Qiang laughed cheaply, and then Chuhe vaguely heard cursing.

"What are you laughing at? Give me the phone!" It was the voice of the president Yuan Huaying.

"Chu Xiaohe, I have something serious to tell you. According to inside information, your "Poetry and the Sea I" has won the No.30 Special Award of the [-]th Science Fiction Literature Galaxy Award. It will be announced on August [-]rd. Do you want to come? Receiving a bonus?" Yuan Huaying was very sophisticated, and what he said was also serious.

Chuhe blinked, already won the award?
"How much bonus?" Chuhe asked.

"1 yuan."

puff!
Chuhe coughed twice: "Are you sure?"

"The Science Fiction Galaxy Award is just an honor. How much bonus do you want? Let me tell you, with this award, your animation adaptation royalties can increase by 500 million!" Yuan Huaying was also excited.

That's true, awards don't make much money, but fame does.

"By the way, our agency is already planning to send your book to participate in the Global Chinese Science Fiction Nebula Award. This is your first step to go international. Whether you can become famous in the world or not depends on you." Yuan Huaying finally said.

Chu He smiled: "Thank you, by the way, I wish you and Editor Liu Qiang a happy wedding."

"You're such a clever little devil!"

The two chatted for a while, and finally Chuhe decided to go to Shanghai on August [-] to receive the Galaxy Award.

In fact, the Galaxy Award is not well-known, and its influence is limited to science fiction circles. It is more like an internal annual meeting of a company.

The way Chuhe will go in the future is not an internal annual meeting, but a transnational annual meeting.

After hanging up the phone, Chuhe still didn't get up, but clicked on the bank text message.

From this point of view, the bank card balance is 7809 million yuan!

Chuhe himself didn't know where the money came from, so much.

"If this momentum continues, it's possible to earn [-] million." Chu He talked to himself for a while, and got out of bed with a yawn.

The villa is very quiet, Su Muyan is writing a book.

Chuhe was inexplicably embarrassed, and touched it lightly to take a peek.

Su Muyan didn't notice Chuhe, so she focused on typing, so seriously.

Chu He looked at the words on the screen, and the corners of his mouth began to crooked.

"No, it's dirty in there...perverted woohoo..."

"Why do you want to take off her white silk...I hate..."

"Hee hee, call master."

I'll go to your uncle!
Chu He grabbed Su Muyan's ponytail: "What the hell are you writing about!"

Su Muyan yelled out in fright, and then cursed angrily: "You scared me to death, you scared me of all my inspiration, a classic has been ruined like this, and next year the Nobel Prize for Literature will be awarded to foreign countries." People have to go!"

(End of this chapter)