Compared to Yang Zhichao and his gang, Ding Peng is a casual cultivator.

But what made them lose their faces was that the casual cultivator is now even more powerful than the orthodox sects such as them. The two books in a row not only caused shock to the Chinese literary world, but also shocked the world literary world.

What's more, it will also launch an attack on the Nobel Prize in Literature.

If this is really successful, they really don’t know whether it is better to be happy or depressed.

"So, in order to make everyone here less blind in the future, I suggest to absorb Ding Peng as a member of the Cultural Association and discuss it." Yang Zhichao said, looking at a group of members of the Cultural Association who were also very depressed.

"I think President Yang's proposal is good. The China Writers Association itself is an association that gathers outstanding writers. Excellent writers like Mr. Ding should not let them wander around."

"That's right, the Writers Association is home."

"Agree to absorb Mr. Ding Peng as a member of the China Writers Association."

"It's a good thing for each other that Mr. Ding can join the Writers Association."

“…”

A group of writers agreed to absorb Ding Peng as a member of the Writers Association, because as president Yang Zhichao said, if such a great person does not join the Writers Association, he will win a Nobel Prize in the future, which will make them completely lose face.

Now absorb it first, and then I will be from our Writers Association if I win the award.

"Okay, since everyone agrees, then let's invite Mr. Ding." Yang Zhichao said with a smile.

As a result, as soon as this sentence was finished, all the members of the Writers Association on the scene were speechless.

You should know that they joined the Writers Association but they didn’t know how many times they applied for it before they succeeded, and they didn’t know how much people they found to recommend it to them before they succeeded.

But now Ding Peng is so good that he directly sent an invitation notice. To put it bluntly, this is the Writers Association that is cursing others.

"Damn, they are all writers, why are there such a big difference in treatment?"

"Tsk tsk, I'm sending an invitation notice, it seems that few writers can enjoy this treatment."

"Hey~~ I don't want to make any comments, I just want to be quiet."

"Everyone, you must rise up. Although Mr. Ding will bring high-quality works after joining the Writers Association, it will also bring us a lot of pressure."

"Those who are close to the vermilion are red and those who are close to the ink are black. I hope that we can all go further after Mr. Ding comes."

"It's not okay if you don't work hard, otherwise you'd be embarrassed to say that you're from the Writers Association when you go out."

I don’t know if I should be happy or depressed.

"President Yang, is this appropriate?" asked a writer finally.

Yang Zhichao said: "What's wrong with it?"

"Look, we all joined the local writers' association first, and then recommended by the local writers' association. Did Mr. Ding ask him to join the provincial writers' association first? Then recommended by the provincial writers' association and then absorbed? Otherwise, this would make our writers' association face..."

"Face? In front of a truly capable person, whether there is face depends on the mood of others. If others are happy, you will have face. If you are unhappy, you will have face. If you are unhappy, you will have no face. I don't know what kind of masterpieces Mr. Ding can write in the future, but with these two novels at present, he will be able to become famous in the Chinese literary world for generations. Isn't such a person worthy of our Writers Association extending an olive branch to him?"

“Uh~~~”

After hearing what Yang Zhichao said, everyone was silent.

Because they knew that if Ding Peng's book really won the Nobel Prize in Literature, it would prove that he was much stronger than them, and even more powerful than many literary masters in modern Chinese history. Does such people still need to follow the rules to do things?

Need not!

The setting of rules restricts most ordinary people. In the eyes of people, the rules of real masters are useless.

And Ding Peng is such a master.

Do you also need someone to join the local writers' association and then be recommended as a member of the Chinese Writers' Association?

If you have ideas, people may not have the patience.

When Ding Peng was unhappy, he would stop joining, and then he received a lot of awards. This was not that he would not give them face, but that he would slap them in the face again.

So in the end, everyone affirmed Yang Zhichao's opinion and sent Ding Peng an invitation letter to join the Writers Association. They all achieved this level and would not join if they didn't believe him.

Ding Peng didn't know that the China Writers Association wanted to invite him to participate, and he was talking to a woman at this time.

This woman is nothing else, but Ye Lingling, the business manager of Xiangnan People's Publishing House.

As Ding Peng's book became more and more popular online and his grades became better and better, Xiao Yufei and his group were also becoming more and more anxious. It was obvious that it was a piece of fat, and he couldn't eat it in front of him. He felt so itchy in his heart.

Finally, Xiao Yufei wanted to call Ding Peng himself, but after thinking about it, he didn't call him. Instead, he asked the business department manager Ye Lingling to come over to talk to Ding Peng, which seemed more sincere. Even if the publishing house was not too busy, he would have wanted to come here in person.

"Mr. Ding, what do you think I said?"

After saying the conditions out, Ye Lingling looked at Ding Peng with anticipation, waiting for his answer.

Ding Peng looked at Jin Ling next to him and smiled and said, "You are in business, what do you think?"

Jin Ling smiled and said, "My business is different from yours, but I think they are indeed more sincere. It would be better if they could share the share to 80%.

Hearing Jin Ling's words, Ye Lingling's mouth twitched.

Eighty percent, it's really cruel.

In fact, according to national regulations, the royalties paid by publishers are in scope, generally ten to thirty yuan, and the maximum is forty yuan, no more than forty yuan.

If the contract is formulated according to this condition, then Xiao Yufei and Ye Lingling believe that their publishing society will make a lot of money.

But they can't do this because the other party is Ding Peng. In the end, they can only pay the royalties according to the sharing method, sell the books as much as they publish, and then earn 60% of the income from Ding Peng and 40% of them. This is the sharing method of the previous book "The Old Man and the Sea".

It was precisely because Ding Peng gave them 40% of the publishing house that they made a lot of money and tasted the sweetness.

This time they still want to share the money according to the way they shared the previous book.

As a result, Ding Peng didn't say anything, but asked Jin Ling to kill him hard.

"Look, she said 28 is better. If you agree, we will be 28 points. How about you take away this copyright?"

Ye Lingling was very depressed, but she couldn't say that she finally started a tug-of-war with Ding Peng, and she took down the copyright with a 30-7% deposit.

This was already the biggest concession Ding Peng made, and he agreed only after seeing that their last book was published very well.

After telling Xiao Yufei the result, who knew that Xiao Yufei was very happy. After all, this book has more words than the previous book. Of course, the price will be higher. Of course, the investment will be much higher. In short, it is the most important thing to be able to win the publication rights of the book "Ordinary World".

Because Ding Peng can choose their publishing house, he will attract more partners for them, just like the old man and the sea. After becoming popular, many companies and units have already contacted them to help publish some publications and magazines.

This thing is actually quite profitable, and it is even more amazing when it is large.

This is what Xiao Yufei really cares about.

"You are still too soft-hearted. If you persist, they will agree with 28 points." After Ye Lingling left, Jin Ling said with a smile.

Ding Peng said: "You must be content and not be too extreme. After all, they have made great efforts. They have to make some money, otherwise they will not cooperate with you in the future."

"In fact, in their opinion, you are just an introduction. As long as you publish novels in their publishing house, they can use your fame to attract more people to cooperate with them. At that time, the less money you have on your side will be collected from others."

Jin Ling is so smart. When she heard the other party agree, she understood what was going on.

Ding Peng touched his nose and smiled and said, "I can't control this anymore. Okay, come on, turn over and lie on the bed."

"Uh~~What are you doing?"

Ding Peng looked at the door and saw that no one was there and whispered: "There are a few very important acupoints on a person's butt. From today on, I will give you acupuncture every few days."

"Ah?! Do you want to bully me with this excuse?"

Ding Pengyi said righteously: "How is it possible? You have to believe me. At this moment, I am a doctor. There is no gender or no restricted area in the eyes of doctors. Do you know? Hurry up."

In the end, there was no way. With Ding Peng's help, Jin Ling was turned down and lay on the hospital bed.

Two minutes later.

A bang came from the ward, and then Ding Peng's voice came out.

"The butt is pretty fat, you see, it's all chubby."

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar appeared.

"Ding Peng, you dare to play with me? I want to kill you!!"
Chapter completed!