"Da Lu, our publishing house is pointing at your books to support you. We don't bring such a thing!"

When Jiang Dongliu saw Guo Dalu saying he wanted to change his style, he was shocked, "Master Guo, can I call you Mr. Guo? You can't leave us, the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and ignore them! The publishing house finally made some profits because of publishing your book. If you don't write martial arts now, what will we eat and drink?"

Guo Dalu stared and said, "Damn, what do you mean? If I don't write martial arts, my books will be out of stock?"

Jiang Dongliu smiled bitterly and said, "Dalu, I know that you have good literary talent and a very ordinary writing style. I have read the preface you wrote for Tiesheng's collection of works, especially the article "Me and Ditan" is really amazing. I haven't seen such high-quality prose for many years!"

"But, Dalu, purely, sales volume is still much worse than that of ordinary people, and in terms of actual interests, it is still not as good as that of ordinary people."

"Dry bird feather! Are you lying to you?"

Guo Dalu looked at Jiang Dongliu and laughed: "Pure interests are not as good as popular? What are you kidding? Which one is the so-called great man nowadays, who has a low income? Which one has a low status? Which one is not full of mind? Nowadays, those who write martial arts novels are naturally one level lower than traditional writers!"

"Of course, except me! Because they can't compare to me when writing martial arts, even if they play purely, they can only betray me!"

Guo Dalu looked at Jiang Dongliu with a funny face, "The interests are not just money, but there are many things beyond money, such as influence and high-end. These are all pure strengths, but popular ones are much worse. You see, now that the country is holding, how many popular writers are qualified to participate?"

Jiang Dongliu said embarrassedly: "At least you have to make a little more money than them!"

Guo Dalu said: "Fuck! In today's society, apart from me, how many people who write martial arts have higher incomes than traditional writers? Every year, the country allocates tens of millions to the Writers Association, but in the end it is not given by a group of people from the Writers Association..."

Jiang Dongliu waved his hand and said, "Stop! Stop! Dalu, I am also one of the members of the Writers Association. If you continue talking, I will have no shame to stand in front of you!"

He said to Guo Dalu: "You know some things, I know everyone, but you can just know them. Don't say them out loud. It would be a slap in the face!"

Guo Dalu said: "I like to slap people in the face the most. Are you not convinced?"

Jiang Dongliu raised his hand and admitted defeat, "Master Guo, spare me! Let's talk about your writing. Do you really don't plan to write martial arts anymore?"

Guo Daluo said: "Who said I plan to write martial arts? I just said changing the style, not changing the type."

Jiang Dongliu was overjoyed, "Just change your style? That's fine! With your writing style and popularity, as long as you write martial arts, it's not bad! When will you write it well, just tell me, I'll take a look first!"

Guo Dalu threw a USB flash drive to Jiang Dongliu, "Hey, take it and take it!"

Jiang Dongliu opened his mouth wide, "No way? I'm done writing this? What speed are you doing?"

Guo Daluo said: "Do you care about it?"

Jiang Dongliu stopped talking and carefully put the USB in his briefcase, "Da Lu, listen to my advice, don't lose the martial arts part, there are endless business opportunities inside!"

Guo Dalu waved his hand and said, "Go away!"

Jiang Dongliu left the Guo family with a briefcase in his arms, "This brat is still this dog-tempered!"

At this time, after "The First Drop of Blood" was reviewed, it is indispensable to promote the film if it wants to sell well.

According to Huang Botao's opinion, Guo Dalu naturally asked him to come forward to promote the film so as to accumulate popularity for this film. However, now Guo Dalu has offended all the TV stations across the country, and there is no hope of advertising in traditional media.

Therefore, it can only be promoted online. As the starring actor of this drama, Guo Dalu can't escape this time.

After the previous filming of "East and West" was completed, Liang Shangguang, Shen Mingcheng and others would cooperate with the company to promote the film, but Guo Dalu was responsible for killing and burying it. After the filming, he directly patted his butt and left, and did not participate in any related activities.

The same was true for the subsequent "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". After the filming of the whole movie, Guo Dalu no longer cared about it and let the publicity team do whatever he wanted. Anyway, he just didn't participate.

Now that "The First Drop of Blood" has been filmed, it is also Guo Dalu's first film and television work as the protagonist. He can't escape the promotion of this work anyway.

For this reason, Tiggo.com specially sent a reporter from the site to interview Guo Dalu to provide an online promotion for the video Guo Dalu.

The reason why Guo Dalu rushed home from Jinling was that he visited his parents at home, and the other reason was that he accepted an interview with a reporter.

Li Yangbo is a resident reporter of Tiggo website. Today he will interview Guo Dalu. Basically, everyone's media people know about Guo Dalu's urinary nature. Therefore, after receiving the company's assignment, Li Yangbo was both excited and nervous and also a little scared.

Although the manager of the company said before coming, Mr. Guo was "his own person". Although he was a bold interview, Li Yangbo was still extremely nervous when he thought of Guo Dalu's past evil deeds.

After getting off the bus from Baolancheng Railway Station, he took a taxi to the gate of the Guo family. As soon as he got off the bus, he was shocked by several big dogs tied outside the gate. "Hey, I'll go, there are really so many big dogs!"

Li Yangbo did not dare to force himself. After calling the Guo family's landline phone number, Guo Kaishan and his wife went out to bring him into the house.

"Uncle, where are Mr. Guo Dalu?"

Li Yangbo glanced at Guo’s house for a long time, but he didn’t see Guo Dalu’s shadow. “Why didn’t I see him?”

Guo Kaishan said, "That boy? I went to sell meat! The pig I just killed yesterday was sold to the vegetable market today!"

"No way? Mr. Guo is still selling pork now?"

Li Yangbo was so surprised that his big teeth were about to fall off, "He is not short of this little money!"

"What are you saying, your child?"

Guo Kaishan said: "I imported pigs yesterday and must have killed the meat seller. Now that this kid is here, I will naturally have to take a day off. Leave this job to him. It is natural for my son to help me with work. What does it have to do with money?"

Li Yangbo didn't know what to say for a moment, "Then, uncle, can you take me to the vegetable market to see it? I have never seen Mr. Guo sell meat!"

Guo Kaishan said: "What's so good about it? I've ordered it, I'm probably coming back soon!"

Although he said that, he still launched an electric tricycle. "Boy, go there, I'll take you to the vegetable market and buy more vegetables to entertain you!"

The conscience of heaven and earth, this is the first time in Li Yangbo's life to ride this kind of electric tricycle. The roads in the countryside are not easy to walk. He and the camera were sitting in the car shaking left and right, and their eyes were about to fly out, and the car entered the stable road.

More than ten minutes later, the vegetable market had arrived. Guo Kaishan threw the car aside and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to find him!"

Li Yangboling said: "Uncle, your car is not locked? Just throw it away casually. What if someone steals it away?"

Guo Kaishan said: "It's okay, if you lose it, you will naturally send new ones!"

Not long after they walked into the vegetable market, they saw a large group of people gathered in front of them, and several cameras were shooting at a meat-selling man in the crowd.

"Hey hey, I said are you annoying? Are you buying this meat? If you want to buy it, buy it quickly. If you don't buy it, get out as soon as possible!"

Guo Dalu took the sharpening rod and "sharpened" the bone chopping knife for a few times. "There are still ten kilograms of ribs, are there any you want? I took them home and ate them myself!"

He waved the bone-cutting knife in his hand and drew a semicircle in the air, causing the people around him to scream, and his body involuntarily leaned back and fell down.
Chapter completed!