The days of retirement with the singing queen

In this era, self-media has not yet flourished, so Kuku doesn’t know what a marketing account is.

Lu Anzhi explained to Ku Kui: He just has no moral integrity and no limits and likes to make marketing stuff that attracts traffic by making headlines.

Kuku:…

Kuku: It sounds like it’s not a joke.

Kuku:…

Kuku: I’m not talking about us. We are different in nature from the marketing account you mentioned, Boss B.

Lu Anzhi: These are what you said and have nothing to do with me.

Kuku: It’s obviously you who said we are like a marketing account…

However, there is indeed some truth to what Kuku said.

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

The works Lu Anzhi chose before, including the works "First Intimate Contact" he chose later, are actually on the same track, focusing on youth literature, which is quite popular in this era.

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

Different classifications will inevitably lead to a decrease in Lu Anzhi's popularity. The exact percentage of the decrease is still unknown. The little trick that Maple Tree is playing now is to ensure that Lu Anzhi's popularity advantage can be used more in the new book "The Little Prince".

In this way, it will inevitably affect some of the reputation of "The Little Prince", but as long as "The Little Prince" is good enough, the impact of reputation can be minimized.

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

Moreover, under the maple tree, this little trick is played. In its official advertisement, there is no word saying that "The Little Prince" is a spin-off of "Dragon", and it is clearly said that it is Doraemon's new fairy tale work.

They are just guiding readers through the clips they released. Everything is made up by the readers’ imagination.

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

After Zhang Suxin handed him a key, he was inspired to give one of his spare keys to Wang Ping, so that Wang Ping could open the door by herself when he was away or got up late.

Of course, Lu Anzhi usually wakes up not too late. But the problem is that Wang Ping got up earlier than him.

In the morning, Lu Anzhi came down from upstairs and opened the door of the bookstore. He often saw Wang Ping waiting outside the store, which was strange.

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

After driving to Zhuyuan Community, Lu Anzhi took the elevator to the floor where Zhang Suxin's house was located. As usual, he didn't take out the key and knocked on the door.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!"

Xianxian's call, accompanied by the "ta-da-da" footsteps, gradually became louder and clearer.

"Click..."

The door was opened, revealing his slender little head, narrowing his eyes and smiling at Lu Anzhi, and called: "Dad!"

After Lu Anzhi entered the door, he picked up the little guy and asked, "Did Xianxian sleep well last night?"

"fragrant!"

The little guy replied, not sure if he could understand the meaning of this "fragrance".

"Give me Xianxian and put on your shoes."

Zhang Suxin placed Lu Anzhi's slippers in front of Lu Anzhi, then took Xianxian from Lu Anzhi's arms so that Lu Anzhi could change into slippers.

Song Xiaoqin was sitting on the sofa, playing with her mobile phone while saying in a strange tone: "Dad, dad, dad... put on your shoes... tsk tsk, a family of three is really close. When I come to your house, you don't care whether I change my shoes or not."

Lu Anzhi said: "Are you taking gunpowder?"

Song Xiaoqin said angrily: "I didn't take any medicine. If I had taken medicine, I wouldn't be as evil as I am now."

Zhang Suxin said: "You still know that you are yin and yang weird..."

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

Zhang Suxin said: "Why are you in such a hurry? Eat before leaving. I've already made breakfast for you and you don't know."

Song Xiaoqin said: "I'll tell you and you'll believe it." Then 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 held Xianxian in his arms and sat down at the dining table, tied a bib on Xianxian, and brought breakfast along with him.

After breakfast was served, the four of them sat at the dining table and ate separately.

Xianxian held her little spoon and ate very attentively, but it was inevitable that it would get smeared all over her mouth and on the table. Although it looked like her control was much better than before, she still couldn't do it and was getting in trouble. An Zhi and Zhang Suxin used their energy to wipe her mouth and clean up her mouth from time to time.

After being in contact with Zhang Suxin for a long time, Lu Anzhi felt that he had also contracted the bad habit of being too clean. He couldn't stand 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 scrolling through her cell phone.

She was scrolling through her phone, suddenly raised her head and glanced at Lu Anzhi, and said in surprise: "Are you going to publish a book again?"

Lu Anzhi nodded and said, "Well, I wrote some short fairy tales, and I will publish them together this time."

Song Xiaoqin clicked her tongue and said, "I just saw it when I read Hua Ke. You are so productive. Your three big books as thick as "Dragon Tribe III" could have been written by others for two or three years, but you published them in one year. Not to mention, I wrote a new one.”

Lu Anzhi smiled and said, "What, you're not impressed by how inspired I am?"

"Happy! Why aren't you happy?"

Song Xiaoqin said, "This book is written for Xianxian, right? From youth fantasy novels to fairy tales, you really dare to write it! This is a completely different genre! Can you write it?"

Just as Lu Anzhi was about to say, "No, how could it happen under the maple tree?" Zhang Suxin answered first, "It can be done. I've already read the book "The Little Prince" and it's very well written!"

Song Xiaoqin curled her lips: "It's another show of affection, right? Isn't it amazing that you can read the book written by my husband first? It's not written for you, it's written by Xianxian! Isn't it Xianxian?"

Xianxian happened to swallow a mouthful of porridge. When she heard Song Xiaoqin's words, she immediately raised her spoon and said, "Xianxian is amazing!"

"Hmm, slenderness is amazing!"

Song Xiaoqin was in a much better mood and glanced at Zhang Suxin with disdain, "You guys are so cool, I haven't seen someone like you write a book for you. If you don't write a book, you can even write a song."

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

Song Xiaoqin sneered: "Perfume is poisonous?"

Zhang Suxin: "..."

This woman really didn't know which muscle was cramped today, and her nerves were wrong.

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

We can't let this woman's arrogance continue to be so arrogant. She was so nervous that she was stunned.

Song Xiaoqin: "..."