Ouyang Weibai walked up to Xia Tu, held Xia Tu's trembling hand, asked her to calm down, and then used his unique eyes with more white than black eyes (commonly known as "dead fish eyes")

, looked directly at the editor, and asked slowly:

"So, what's a way to increase the commercial value of this book without changing the setting of the original text?"

The original setting is the bottom line. This is Xia Tu's dream, which cannot be changed or compromised easily.

But apart from changing the setting of the original text, how could two students with no social experience and no understanding of the publishing industry come up with other things like this?

If there is no way, then ask someone who can. There must be a way for a social veteran like this.

He did not ask the other party if there was such a method, nor did he ask the other party if he could tell him. Instead, in an almost commanding tone, he asked the editor to tell him the method.

There is no need to worry about offending the other party. Anyway, the worst-case scenario for this interview is to be a "frustration". Anyway, after this "frustration", Xia Tu will not come to this editor again to humiliate himself. It is better to use his own

The advantage of "appearance" can "leave a deep impression on the other party."

Looking at the imposing Ouyang Weibai, the editor uncle felt a little pressure. He shook his eyebrows and took a sip of his thermos cup as if to conceal it. In fact, his lips may not even touch the water level, which was only half full.

Wire.

He seemed to be emphasizing his superior status and asked: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"assistant."

Ouyang Weibai didn't waste any more nonsense and simply made up two words for himself concisely and clearly.

"Well……"

The editor, who is already a middle-aged man, certainly knows that the other person is talking nonsense. The boy in front of him who claims to be an "assistant" is probably his brother, classmate, or boyfriend. He cannot be a serious "assistant" anyway.

But he was indeed a little frightened.

Ouyang Weibai's attitude is too arrogant!

He is so arrogant that as long as he says "no", he will immediately be forced to have a one-sided "warm-up exercise" in this office where he is not familiar with.

Today's students are in better condition, they eat well, and their body's hormones are strong. If they are not taken care of well, it is not uncommon for them to hit their teachers on the head with a hammer.

Two days ago, his friend's colleague was hit by a middle school student on the playground, and the reason turned out to be the extremely ridiculous "there were too many homework assignments, which affected his basketball playing".

It is really sad to go to the hospital for such an inexplicable reason.

The editor swallowed, weighed the pros and cons, and decided to give the other party a chance. Anyway, as long as there was no conflict on the spot, it would be expedient. After a slight change of mind, he said: "Then we can only see what else this novel has to offer.

Accessories ready for sale.”

Ouyang Weibai raised his eyebrows, knowing that something was going on, and immediately asked: "Accessories? For example?"

"High-end derivatives and fan works can all be considered accessories." When asked about his home knowledge points, the editor took out something like a collection book and explained while flipping through it, "These are all things that can be used as accessories."

Things that create a corresponding industrial chain. Especially exquisite original paintings related to novels. If they are sold by a publishing house, whether they are murals or stickers, they can be sold at a good price, not to mention these things. But... it's just

It’s a simple campus romance novel, but it doesn’t look like it could be made into a set of figures.”

"Exquisite original paintings...can these be used?" Ouyang Weibai opened the photo album on his mobile phone and put it in front of the editor, "Illustrations, or posters, can be made."

"Is this a character picture? It's not bad, it's very exquisite." The editor looked through the album and asked, "Are these all originals?"

"Original." Ouyang Weibai nodded affirmatively.

"If it's these, it's still okay. You won't lose money even if you sell these alone."

Ouyang Weibai raised his eyebrows and immediately asked: "Then..."

The editor uncle nodded. Although the work itself was not satisfactory, it would not be a loss if it had illustrations. It might even have some selling points.

"Okay, let's make it this way. Let's sign a contract first, but in the future, each volume will be required to include such high-quality illustrations."

"Okay." Ouyang Weibai nodded and pushed Xia Tu, who was still in a daze.

"By the way, can I trouble you with one thing?" The editor who was getting the contract suddenly said.

"whats the matter?"

The editor uncle grabbed his hair and said in a broken tone: "If the novel is updated, please be sure to bring the electronic manuscript with you next time. It is really difficult to enter and type the manuscript.

Dead!"

"Ahem..." Ouyang nodded awkwardly and quickly agreed, "I will definitely help with this."

There was nothing much to say about signing the contract, and it was signed by Xia Tu, who was still in a hazy state. However, Ouyang had already read the contract. It can't be said to be a great deal, but at least it didn't deceive anyone.

There may be some deceptions, but Ouyang, who has little social experience, has not noticed them. However, those deceptions should only be related to income. For a lady from a wealthy family like Xia Tu, she doesn't really care much.

"By the way... Although there are some accessories that can be successfully signed this time, but..." After signing the contract, the editor reminded you again, "But as a person who has experienced it, I would like to advise you, if you are still like this in the future,

If there are no novel works, it is best to give up on this path. Novelists are not only supported by dreams, but also need talent. Otherwise, what is the difference between them and the typewriters on the Internet?"

"..." Xia Tu didn't say anything. He just thanked the editor and walked away silently.

"Uh...I'll remind her." Ouyang Weibai greeted the editor and took away the contract and documents.

…………………………………………

"Tail, do I really have no talent?" Xia Tu suddenly asked.

"Um... do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Ouyang Weibai asked back.

"Are you still telling lies?" Xia Tu asked again.

"If you tell yourself in advance that you are going to tell a lie, then the lie itself is defined as negative. The lie does not have the original 'false' effect, so strictly speaking, it is not considered a lie.

You're telling lies." Ouyang Weibai replied seriously.

"Pfft..." Xia Tu couldn't help laughing, "Then according to what you said, what's the point of telling lies?"

"It means..." Ouyang Weibai scratched his cheek and replied, "Probably just to be more tactful. If you tell the truth directly, it would be too hurtful. But as long as you tell lies, the other party will

You just need to turn a corner and think again. With such a corner as a buffer, you should feel better psychologically, right?"

"It's too troublesome, you should just tell the truth." Xia Tu's eyebrows that had been traced by the eyebrow pencil wrinkled slightly and shook his head, "The way you tell lies is so false, there is no need to beat around the bush."

"Uh... okay." Ouyang Weibai sighed silently, and then said, "In fact, the appearance of your work today... does lack talent."

"As expected..." Xia Tu's eyes dimmed a bit.

"But why not use the one you wrote before?!" Ouyang Weibai suddenly asked with his eyes shining, "I think that thing will definitely be liked by the editor."

"Before... that?!" Xia Tu was a little confused at first, then his eyes gradually widened with an expression of embarrassment, and he said while beating Ouyang Weibai, "Asshole! You must not take that thing out!"

Ouyang Weibai was beaten until he burst into laughter: "Why not? That is the work that best represents your talent. A beautiful girl who writes a mecha novel, don't you think the setting itself is very selling point? And you

I already like this kind of thing, why don’t I stick to it again?”

"Well...actually, it's okay."

"Don't be shy~ Be confident...eh?" Ouyang Weibai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Did you agree?!"

"Yes, that's right." Xia Tuo explained with a blushing face, "Anyway, they are all things you like, so why not choose something you are better at?"

"Uh..." Ouyang Weibai raised his eyebrows and said in a slightly vicissitudes of tone, "I always feel like it's not good for you to agree so quickly..."

"After all, it is written in the contract that each volume must have corresponding original paintings, and we cannot break the contract~ Hahahahahaha!" Xia Tuo showed an expression as if his conspiracy had succeeded.

"Gan!"

Ouyang Weibai couldn't help but uttered a curse word, put his hand on his head, showing a helpless expression, and then showed a panicked expression:

"What are you doing!"

Xia Tu suddenly ran behind Ouyang Weibai, jumped on his back, and hugged his neck.

"What are you doing? Of course you are serving as a mount for me!" Xia Tu patted Ouyang's head, "Target, go home! Drive!"

"Are you mistaken? Please don't swing your high heels in front of my eyes! Your feet smell bad!"

"Shit! How could this lady have stinky feet? Hurry up and stop walking in circles. You're like a donkey pushing a millstone. Your head is about to get dizzy."

Xia Tu's thigh clamped hard on Ouyang Weibai's waist, which immediately made Ouyang Weibai tremble.

Hiss...this feeling is not very good...

"Don't move, I'll just leave." Ouyang Weibai sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand to drag Xia Tu's body, and started walking home regardless of the strange looks from passers-by.

"Xia Tu."

"Um?"

"Don't wear high heels next time."

"Why?"

"Looks like a show-off."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Xia Tu strangled Ouyang Weibai's neck hard.

"Stop, stop, stop! Help...cough cough cough..." Ouyang gasped for air, "Because when you wear high heels, it looks like you are twisting...cough cough, I was wrong!"

"Hmph! I guess you're wise." Xia Tu let go of his arm, pressed it on Ouyang's head, stroked his legs and asked, "By the way, don't I look good in high heels?"

"It looks good, but it's awkward to walk on."

"Yes, it hurts when I walk."
To be continued...