Chapter 123 – The Fairy Tales To Be Published?

Today, Mr. Lu from Sahara Publishing House came to Jiangcheng to visit Yang Yi, but he mainly came to deliver the letters sent by readers in the past half month.

“There are still letters from readers?” Yang Yi once read the book review section and felt that there were many haters in it, so he never visited it again. He mostly learned about the readers’ opinions through Qiang Zi’s mouth. However, when he saw this kind of traditional letter, he still felt quite novel. He opened it and took a look.

“This is because there are still quite a few readers of physical books who may be older, so they still prefer this old way of communication.” Mr. Lu was sitting on the sofa in front of Yang Yi, his hands on his knees, a little stiff.

Yang Yi still read the letters seriously. He also felt that such letters from readers were very cordial. Moreover, after opening a few letters, not only there were no haters, but they also wrote carefully about their feelings after reading the book. Every hard-drawn character reflected their intentions.

After reading a few letters, Yang Yi came up with the idea of replying to a few letters!

Of course, he couldn’t reply to all of them. Mr. Lu has brought a sack… It was estimated that if Yang Yi was interested in collecting stamps, he could paste the stamps on several books!

In the middle of reading the letters, Yang Yi inadvertently raised his head and saw Mr. Lu sitting on the sofa awkwardly and bored. Xixi looked at him curiously, and his neck looked stiff!

He couldn’t help smiling and said to Mr. Lu in Cantonese, “Mr. Lu, why are you so nervous? Just relax and make yourself at home!”

In order not to make Mr. Lu feel awkward, Yang Yi has remembered a matter. He went back to his study room, took out a stack of printed manuscripts and handed it to Mr. Lu.

“Since you are here, I would like to ask you, Mr. Lu, a professional, to help me see whether my collection of fairy tales is worth publishing.” Yang Yi said with a smile.

This stack of printed manuscripts were fairy tales that Yang Yi has compiled recently. They were all the stories he told Xixi. There were a lot of them, long and short!  Yang Yi originally had the idea of publishing these stories, but later, because Mo Fei wanted to read them, Yang Yi didn’t delay any more and took the time to sort them out.

Of course, Yang Yi didn’t know the publishing situation of fairy tale books in this world. In addition, many of the stories were made up by him according to some frameworks. Perhaps there would be a difference between them and the original version.

Since it just so happened that Mr. Lu was here, he asked him for advice!

It was so unreal. Without mentioning the themes of Yang Yi’s previous books, and just looking at Yang Yi’s figure, this muscular 1.8m man writing fairy tales was just as unreal as fairy tales, right? Wasn’t this the legendary Zhang Fei embroidery[1]?

Yang Yi didn’t care. He said with a faint smile, “These stories are actually made up by me and told to my daughter! She likes them quite a bit, but she’s a child after all. So, I don’t know if they’re good or not. I want to ask Mr. Lu to read it to know.”

On the side, when Xixi heard her father say that she was a child, she puffed her mouth unhappily! However, she didn’t disturb her father, who was talking about work.

Mr. Lu was not the type of manager that specialize in children’s literature, but he has been in the industry for a long time and has been an editor for quite a long time, so he still has his insights.

More than half an hour later, he had read a few stories. However, noticing Yang Yi’s expectant eyes, Mr. Lu reluctantly put down the manuscript in his hand, and said with embarrassment: “These stories are worthy of being written by Mr. Yang. Even me, a man in his forties, was fascinated by it!”

Mr. Lu gave a high evaluation and said, “Whether it is a single story or as a whole, Mr. Yang’s stories are more wonderful than those fairy tale books on the market at present. This is not me flattering, because I am also a father. Although my son has already passed the age of reading fairy tales, but if he was still young, I would certainly like to buy such a book for him to read!”

“it’s just…” Mr. Lu hesitated. He said hesitantly, “Our Sahara Publishing House do not have any advantage in the field of children’s literature. We have never published a book of this type…”

“It doesn’t matter!” Yang Yi waved his hand with satisfaction and said, “Just Sahara Publishing House[2]. I’ll send the manuscript to your email later. You can take care of the rest with the editor of the publishing house.”

Mr. Lu naturally couldn’t take the printed manuscript back. Yang Yi originally printed it out with the intention of showing it to Mo Fei.

…….

Seeing off Mr. Lu, Yang Yi welcomed a “rare guest”.

“Long time no see! You can finally show your face!” Yang Yi smiled and teased him.

“Oh, don’t mention it. Since I was interviewed by the TV station, I have been grounded by my father.” Guo Ziyi’s face has become more rounded. It seemed that he has eaten a lot at home, but he also grew taller, so his figure appeared to be “slender” instead.

16-year-old, it was the age when teenage boys experienced sudden increase in height.

Yang Yi knew that Guo Ziyi had been locked up at home. At that time, after watching the interview with the little fatty on TV, Yang Yi felt that this guy was a little too flamboyant. Sure enough, before Yang Yi could tell him, Guo Ziyi was pressed and hit dozens of time with a board by his father, and then locked up at home to reflect.

Yang Yi didn’t know what was the result of his reflection. Anyway, Guo Ziyi nagged that he couldn’t use a mobile phone or a computer at home. He must have been so bored!

“It was only when the notice arrived today that my father allowed me to come out and have fun!” Guo Ziyi said with shudders, the feeling of being grounded was really a torture.

“Pass or not, sharpen your temper. You are now going to college, and still so unreliable!” Yang Yi was used to being a house-dad that he spoke with an educating tone.

“Okay, Big Brother Yang, don’t make fun of me!” Guo Ziyi said gloomily, “This time I came here to show you my admission letter and to give our cutest Little Sister Xixi a birthday present.”

“Ah? Does Xixi have a present?” The little girl, who was nestled in her father’s arms suddenly became energetic, and she asked with delight.

“That’s right!” Guo Zi gave Yang Yi an unhappy look. “I say, your father is really bad. He didn’t even inform me about Little Sister Xixi’s birthday, otherwise I would have an excuse to let my father give me a day off. Cough, no, it’s a present for Little Sister Xixi!”

“It’s Xixi!” Yang Yi corrected seriously, “You are an uncle, not a big brother!”

[1] Zhang Fei was a rough man who does embroidery that was a kind of meticulous manual work.

[2] He was satisfied with Mr. Lu’s sincerity and he will not go to other publishing house, Just Sarah Publishing House.