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At noon the next day, Huang Han had just returned home when he saw Zhou Xiaomei waiting at the door. She is now the deputy manager of the Nanjie Street branch of the "It Happened Restaurant".

Xiu'er, Yu'er, Zhang Yulan, Yu Qin and other old people who have worked in Huang Han's family for five or six years, unless they are too useless and have bad character, the rest are sent to big cities as top managers.

The "Shijingcheng Hotel" and two "Shijingcheng Hotels" in Sanshui County were all handed over to Liu Xiaojuan.

Zhou Xiaomei, an honest girl, has been working at the "Things Can Come Hotel" for three years. She was first promoted to team leader, then to foreman, and later became the lobby manager. Now she is the deputy manager in charge of "The Things Can Come Hotel" on South Street.

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The Nanjie Street store is actually the oldest, with at least a hundred waiters and chefs exported from here every year.

Those who are closest to the water, first served, often get promoted first, because they basically go through Zhang Fangfen and Huang Han, and those with poor performance will definitely be eliminated.

Now there is a veteran Liu Xiaolian in the South Street store. She is illiterate and has been studying culture for four or five years. She has no problem keeping a journal and writing notes. Now she is the chief clerk, responsible for miscellaneous matters.

Liu Xiaolian is also considered a middle-level cadre, and her income is more than three times that of an ordinary waiter. She is loyal and she arranges for people to do all the housework in Huang Han's family.

She personally arranged the meals for the study group, and she took the taste and freshness of the ingredients seriously.

When Zhou Xiaomei saw Huang Han, she immediately came up to him and said, "Huang Han, your father asked me to call you to accompany the guests."

"Do you know who he is?"

"He should be from Hong Kong. Your father calls him Boss Jin."

"Boss Jin? Are you in publishing?"

"It seems so. Anyway, your father is very happy and very polite to others."

"I'll just wash my face and be there."

"Then hurry up. I'm going to the store. The store is full again at noon today."

With its great reputation, good environment, first-class service attitude, various auras, and a strong network of contacts, it is normal for "The Hotel" to be fully booked at night, and now it is often fully booked at noon.

Huang Han came to the smallest private room in the "Such a Success Hotel" and saw only Huang Daozhou and a fat middle-aged man chatting about something.

After exchanging a few words and sitting down, Huang Han found out that it was the bookseller Boss Jin who specially came to Sanshui County today to deliver a check to Huang Daozhou.

One million copies of the new book have already been sold. Logically, I should have paid three million, but they made a money order for five million and brought it to me.

Boss Jin spoke politely to Huang Daozhou. He was quite confident that there would be no backlog of the two million copies of the reprint, and they would be sold out soon, and the remaining share would be made up by then.

It's just a gift of money, why does the boss need to go there in person? I'm sure the drunkard doesn't care about the wine!

Sure enough, after two glasses of wine, Boss Jin confided in his heart. He begged Huang Daozhou to write another novel and he would still pay the royalties at three yuan a book.

The manuscript fee is 30% of the retail price of the novel book. This price is really high. Huang Daozhou and Huang Han are both good at calculating accounts. They think the price given by Boss Jin is generous, and of course they like to cooperate with him.

The shrewd Boss Jin wanted Huang Daozhou's manuscript to have no preconditions, because he had read all of Huang Daozhou's works and understood Huang Daozhou's strength.

I understand more clearly that Zodiac Zhou's reputation is still on the rise, and the release of a new work is the biggest selling point. As for the content, it really doesn't matter.

Huang Daozhou has completed the outline of "The Sword Out of Luliang" and written the opening chapter of more than 20,000 words. Huang Han helped read it and revised it.

Huang Han originally named the manuscript "The Sword Roaring out of Luliang", but later Huang Daozhou thought "The Sword Roaring out of Luliang" was more interesting and suggested changing it.

Huang Han believed that "The Sword Out of Luliang" was even more similar to "The Sword" and repeatedly praised Huang Daozhou, saying that he was very good at naming.

Then Huang Daozhou started to babble, saying that Huang Han, Huang Xin, and Huang Qi were all named by him, how meaningful they are!

Huang Han complained that with so many strokes, he was at a disadvantage during the exam. Would it be easier to call him Huang Yi, Huang Yi, or Huang Yi?

Boss Jin came all the way to Sanshui County to order the manuscript, and Huang Daozhou was quite satisfied with his sincerity.

He was thinking about finding an expert to help him read the opening chapter, so he immediately ran home and brought the manuscript and outline.

The beginning of a book is so important. Today's Lun Feng Hui Bi is experienced and knows that he is not ashamed to ask his subordinates and brainstorm ideas to improve himself.

He is not afraid of being criticized, he just needs to correct it and encourage others!

If anyone rants with his eyes closed and has no experience points, delete the post directly and ban him...

Wrong, wrongly written, that is a common phenomenon in Internet articles. We have not yet entered the Internet age, and there is no way to ban people who are not hiding behind Yinshan to talk nonsense.

In fact, as long as it is face to face, the advice given by others cannot be outrageous, and there are basically no people who will scold you.

If you really dare to curse in person, such a person is worthy of respect. Those who hide in the corner and let off steam can only laugh.

Boss Jin has been in the publishing business for a long time. He not only knows how to use his fame, but also has the ability to identify works.

After he read the opening chapter carefully, he immediately exclaimed that it was so attractive. He now wanted to know how many people the Independent Regiment would lose if they broke out head-on.

He praised: "Mr. Huang, the opening chapter of "The Sword Out of Luliang" is so exciting. I can predict that this book will be a big seller. Can you try to finish the manuscript earlier?"

"I try to be as fast as possible, but I have to pay attention to the quality."

"That's right! I'm being abrupt. You can do it at your own pace. I'm not in a hurry."

"I strive to write about 100,000 words a month and try to finish the manuscript before the Spring Festival."

"Okay! Okay! Maybe you will go to the Spring Festival Gala again this year!"

"There is no such possibility."

"Why?"

"There is no new work!" Huang Daozhou looked at Huang Han when he said this.

Um! It seems that Dad is still addicted to the Spring Festival Gala. Are you considering playing one or two more original songs?

Boss Jin said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have a new song, you can buy other people's songs and sing them!"

I have many friends in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and I know many powerful songwriters. If you are interested, I can help contact them to tailor a work for you."

In business, the more famous Huang Daozhou is, the better it will be for the release of new books and the sales of used books. Boss Jin really hopes that Huang Daozhou can appear on the Spring Festival Gala stage again.

How is it possible that Huang Han, a well-known songwriter from Hong Kong and Taiwan, doesn’t know the good songs? He can just imitate them, but why should he spend money to buy them?

Besides, no one can guarantee that every song will be popular. If you write a hundred songs and one becomes popular, you are lucky.

Huang Han said: "Thank you, Mr. Jin. I won't need it for the time being. Maybe my father and I can find inspiration. I guarantee there will be a new song released in the second half of the year."

"That's great. The works of your father and son are definitely better than those of my friends."

This is not a polite word from Boss Jin, he really thinks so in his heart, otherwise he would not have gone out of his way to find Huang Daozhou and pay a high price for the manuscript last year.

Boss Jin left with satisfaction. He was a busy man. After the matter was settled, he did not even stay overnight. He and Huang Daozhou and his son had lunch together and immediately returned to Shanghai.

After seeing off Boss Jin, Huang Daozhou saw Huang Han was about to leave, grabbed him and said cheerfully: "Have you already prepared a new song?"

"No, I'm planning to brew it with you."

"I'm just pretending, I don't have any feeling in my mind, and I have no basis for brewing!"

"I'm going to sing a song duet. With your understanding of ancient poetry, you should be able to feel it!"

"Wonderful! Your compositions "Autumn with the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and Jade Mat" and "When Will the Bright Moon Come" are both wonderful!"

Huang Daozhou couldn't remember the title of the song, but he remembered the lyrics. He liked Tang poetry and Song lyrics and was immediately interested, asking, "Which poem are you going to compose to music?"

"Lu You, do you remember Tang Wan's "The Hairpin-Headed Phoenix"?"

"I remember all of Lu You's poems that are somewhat famous. His and Tang Wan's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" are so famous that I can even recite them now.

Lu You's poem is "Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, the joy is thin. I am full of melancholy, I have been away for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong."

Tang Wan's poem is: 'The world is thin and human beings are evil. When the rain comes at dusk, the flowers fall easily. The morning wind dries and the tears remain. I want to write down my thoughts and speak alone in the lantern. Difficult, difficult, difficult!'..."

Huang Daozhou was actually able to recite it word for word. Huang Han laughed and said, "Dad, don't recite it, try singing it out."

"Haha, I know that poetry is just the lyrics of that time, and they are all performed by singing. It's just that the lyrics have been passed down to this day, and the music has been lost!"

"It's not that the tunes are gone, it's that the tunes must keep pace with the times. People won't sing them anymore because they're tired of hearing a tune. No one listens to it, so no one sings it."

"That's nonsense, why have I never heard of such remarks?"

"You must have never heard of it, because this is my speculation!"

"Go, go, go, you really treat yourself like a person."

"Am I not?"

"Don't talk about these useless words. I can't sing these words, I can't find the tune at all, and I can't speak them."

"How about I give you a starting point, and then you can think about it today."

"Okay! If you start, I'll definitely be able to feel it."

Then, Huang Han spoke. The tune he used was of course based on the tune and performance style of "Know or Not, Know or Not". Huang Daozhou's eyes lit up after just singing two lines.

He said: "It sounds really nice to sing like this."

Huang Han deliberately pulled Huang Daozhou to become the composer, saying: "When inspiration comes, you will get good music, and the rest is up to you."

"Haha, I really feel like being led by you like this."

In the afternoon, outside the general manager's office of "Full Force Enterprise", more than a dozen senior executives including Zhou Xiaoyan, Wang Xiangchun, and Ding Jun looked at each other. They listened at the door for half an hour.

Because the general manager was so weird today, he kept singing, and it seemed like no one had ever heard the song he sang.

"Director Zhou, aren't our Mr. Huang engaged in creation?"
To be continued...