Zhang Chu walked downstairs with a smile on his face. He slowly wandered to Zhang Bowen without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you kid? Tell me quickly if you have something to do, and don't circumnavigate me!"

Zhang Bowen's gaze was originally placed on the computer screen, but who knew that there was a figure waving in front of him, which greatly affected his mood.

"Dad, my book "Sherlock Detective" has passed the primary election."

At this time, Zhang Chu looked very proud. If there was a tail behind him, it might have been standing up.

"Haha, what a coincidence, my book has been passed, and it will be published in the next issue." Zhang Bowen said with a slight smile, "I knew you wanted to show off to me."

His article "Basic Deduction Method" also passed the review of the Year Reasoning Magazine and has been hidden and not posted, just to see Zhang Chu's reaction!

Now Zhang Chu took out his ID card, "Dad, please scan it for me and check if this contract is worth it. Writing 30,000 words is nearly 17,000 yuan. I have money to learn driving and buy computers during the summer vacation. If I write another article, it will be enough for the tuition."

"This is a tax deduction. It is estimated that it is only 15,000 after tax. It is not safe for you to get so much money, so let me keep it for you!"

While Zhang Bowen said, he scanned Zhang Chu's ID card to the computer. The father and son both advanced to the rematch, which felt very wonderful.

Zhang Chu wrote novels to gain financial freedom. Now he has to hand over the money. He is not willing to agree. His head is like a rattle. "No, no, no, I am an adult who can bear civil liability now."

The father and son gathered at the bar and talked and laughed, completely forgot that there were still customers in their own bookstore.

"Old Zhang, it seems that your Zhang Chu is taking the college entrance examination this year. I seemed to have seen him on Jiangcheng News the day before yesterday. Which school are you planning to take? "

This gentle and gentle middle-aged man held a book called "Who Moved My Cheese". This is obviously a fable book, but it sells well in China. It has received recommendations from many celebrities and has become one of the essential books to improve.

Zhang Bowen said something wrong. Zhang Chu handed over the paper in advance the day before yesterday and even knew about his old classmate. How did he know how Zhang Chu did in the specific exam?

"Zhang Chu, do you still remember Uncle Lin Hua. This little brat in my house is just half a pot of water. Please consider the school after looking at the score."

Lin Hua looked at Zhang Chu with a smile, and there seemed to be a deep smile hidden in his eyes, "In a blink of an eye, these children have already taken the college entrance examination. When my uncle saw you on TV, he really couldn't believe that you are really hidden. Your child is so well-sincere, he has such good grades. Tsinghua and Peking University should be coming to grab people, right?"

The smiling fox was clearly ready to mock people. Zhang Chu replied: "If they come to grab people, I will definitely call my uncle to watch it. After all, you have never had close contact with the top scorer in the college entrance examination. Although you have never been to Tsinghua University and Peking University, it is the same for you to come and see those teachers."

"How do you kid say?" Zhang Bowen felt secretly happy, but he was blaming Zhang Chu.

Lin Hua shook his head, and he changed the topic and said, "Just just now, I heard that you two are discussing royalties and blog posts. After so many years, you are still defeated and fighting again and again? I want me to say, this person who has no talent can write more than zero. But if you write some manuscripts for our Jiangdong Daily, I will help you get along and make them feel comfortable."

Zhang Chu knew that his father was not very strong in this regard, so he rushed to answer: "Uncle Lin, my father just received the recruitment call over there. The next issue of the Year Reasoning Magazine will publish my father's book. Uncle Lin, you can buy a book that supports sales, or I will send it to your house?"

In Lin Hua's memory, although Zhang Bowen loves reading and even resigns himself to be a bookstore owner, he really has no life as a writer. He has never been rejected and has hardly heard of it.

His expression was slightly stiff now, and his words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. "Time reasoning is right, I must buy it to take a look."

He had made up his mind to buy it and take a look at it when the time comes, and then write a book review for him and give him some good guidance!

After watching Lin Hua pay for it, Zhang Bowen said angrily: "Why are you talking to your elders? You are not a hedgehog, you are covered in thorns."

"I'm helping you vent my anger. He just can't stand you. I guess he wants to laugh at us both."

While Zhang Chu said, he quickly filled in the contents of the electronic contract. He wished he could receive the royalties immediately, although it was a luxury.

...

In the Year Reasoning Magazine, Liu Qiao had handed over "Detective Sherlock" to another editor for proofreading. After receiving the electronic contract and scanned ID card from Zhang Chu, she was stunned!

"This author just turned 18 years old! It's incredible..."

Wan Yuan, who was on the other side, heard Liu Qiao's exclamation, ran over in a sliding chair and asked, "Sister Liu, who is only 18 years old?"

"Who else can be there? Zhang Chu! The author of "Detective Sherlock" has such a good grasp of the layout and details of the story. I thought he was a middle-aged man, how could he be so young?"

Zhou Ling widened his eyes and whispered: "I should be in high school at this age. When did high school students be so powerful?"

"The students nowadays cannot be underestimated. They are considered genius writers." Liu Qiao sighed very much. She felt that the writing style of this novel was a bit awkward and didn't even guess at the students.

Li Yuanqing, who was on the other side, replied coldly: "How can you write detective mystery novels at such a young age? Don't be someone who wants to be famous for yourself. I think this possibility is very high!"

"It shouldn't be that. If it's unfounded, Teacher Li would rather not make any guesses."

Liu Qiao is very good to her author. She argues with reason and does not want to spread rumors from the magazine.

"What's the basis? Such a young person knows what detectives? It's obvious that the article "Detective Sherlock" was not written by him."

Wan Yuan muttered in a low voice, "Didn't you say "Sherlock" was not good before? Now I suspect that others can't write such a good work."

Just as a group of people were arguing, Chen Haodong didn't know when he appeared behind them and asked, "What are you talking about ghostwriting?"

Li Yuanqing said quickly: "Old Chen, look at this "Sherlock" cannot be written by an 18-year-old student. This layout ability, the coherence of front and back logic, and the excitingness of the storyline are definitely not made by ordinary people!"

"Old Li, don't be so absolute. Youdao has been a young man since ancient times. Why can't a student write these things? I think you are a bit prejudiced."
Chapter completed!