Seeing Guo Dalu greeting him, Jiang Dongliu looked at Guo Dalu in surprise and doubt, "Da Cannon, no, Dalu, you were just..."

Guo Dalu waved his hand and laughed: "Celebrating the newborn! I am celebrating the newborn! I tell you Lao Jiang, I finally ended today! My spring is coming!"

He looked at He Chunsheng beside Jiang Dongliu, "Huh? Who is this short and fat guy?"

Jiang Dongliu's face twitched, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed He Chunsheng's sleeve and pulled it, whispering: "Old He, Da Cannon is just talking like this, don't be as knowledgeable as him!"

He Chunsheng has a bad appearance and is most annoying to others about his appearance. Now when he hears Guo Dalu say this, he suddenly burns from the soles of his feet to the back of his head, his fat face flushed red, and he says to himself: "Why is this a kid's mouth so damaged? Is this what a writer should say?"

All the writers he saw were gentle and kind, polite and considerate, and rarely offend people. They spoke in a whisper. They were never as humble as Guo Dalu.

When Wang Chunmei saw that Guo Dalu and Jiang Dongliu really met, she was shocked, "I said to you, Mr. Jiang, are you really here to discuss the remuneration with my Dalu? Dalu has really written a book?"

"Did the cannon write this book?"

Guo Kaishan was listening to Jiang Dongliu's conversation with his son with his ears. When he heard Wang Chunmei suddenly say this, he was overjoyed, "Ah haha, cannon can write books? What are the jokes! What book can he write? Liar's book? Or children's book?"

The old man felt that this was the biggest joke he had ever seen in his life. He was so happy that his whole body was transparent, and his lower abdomen was surging. He quickly folded his hands and pressed his dantian, "Did you find the wrong person?"

Wang Chunmei was a little unhappy when she heard this, "You old guy, do you look like a father? Da Cannon is the nickname given to Dalu by others. Why did you, the father, shout it out?"

She pinched her waist and made a teapot: "Besides, my main road is also a college student from a prestigious university, and her educational level is high! Why can't he write a book? If you are a father, you don't believe it, but if you are a mother, I believe in our main road!"

When Wang Chunmei said this, she looked at Guo Dalu with a suspicion, "Dalu, tell your mother the truth, have you really written a book?"

Guo Dalu: "...I am starting to doubt whether you are still my biological mother?"

He Chunsheng approached Jiang Dongliu, "Lao Jiang, are you sure this book was written by Guo Dalu? Why does this family look so untuned!"

Jiang Dongliu was also confused, "Probably maybe it's right?"

"but……"

He said to He Chunsheng: "This USB sticker is indeed given to me by Dalu!"

While the two were muttering in a low voice, Guo Dalu walked up to them, "Two teachers, especially Teacher He, are lucky to be happy! Come on, sit down and have a cup of tea!"

He gave the two of them to the stone table and benches in the yard, "Sit down, don't be polite!"

Guo Kaishan brought a few horse stools for the two of them to sit on, and asked by the way: "Are you two really editors of the publishing house?"

Jiang Dongliu was amused and crying, "Old brother, do you want me to take out the ID and let you take a look?"

Guo Kaishan waved his hand and said, "No need!"

He chuckled and said, "I'll sit here and listen, don't you mind, do you?"

Jiang Dongliu smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay. You are Dalu's father, and there's nothing shameful about this!"

Guo Dalu was unhappy and waved his hand to drive Guo Kaishan, "Go and go, old man, go and choose your food, don't make trouble here! This is an elegant thing between us literati and poets. What do you, a martial artist, know?"

Guo Kaishan blew his beard and glared, "Hey! Little bastard, it's against you!"

He was about to teach Guo Dalu a lesson, but his belly suddenly swelled, and he felt a surge of urination for a moment, giving him the illusion that he would pee his pants in an instant. The old man screamed and jumped to the toilet, not like an old man in his fifties.

Jiang Dongliu opened his mouth and looked at Guo Kaishan's jumping and jumping figure. After a long time, he asked Guo Dalu: "Well, Dalu, what's wrong with Brother Guo?"

Guo Dalu said with a frown: "Oh, prostatitis! It's an old problem, and the more you treat it, the more you get worse! I don't know if the medicine is wrong, or if these doctors are waste now, spending tens of thousands of dollars, and there is no effect at all!"

He Chunsheng next to him was worried, "Yes, in this society, I can't afford to be sick! A minor illness is fine, but if I have a serious illness, I will basically lose all my money! Many farmers have serious illnesses and can only wait to die! They don't have medical insurance, and they can't afford to be cured even if they have a bankruptcy!"

Guo Dalu slapped his thigh, "Yes! My family is a farmer, so I'm short of money!"

He said to Jiangdongliu: "If it weren't for the fact that my grandson was really short of money, I would write a book! You don't know that it took me a whole month to make this book. In this month, after selling the pork, I would come back to write in front of the computer. Damn, the keyboard made me break one!"

"What?"

Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng were stunned, "It took a whole month to write this book?"

When Guo Dalu saw the two of them looking like a ghost, he couldn't help but be shocked and said carefully: "That, isn't it too slow?"

He explained to the two of them: "Actually, this book has been completely in my mind, but I just type too slowly. I usually type with two fingers and press the keyboard, and the speed can't be increased. If I had the hand speed of a typist, I would actually be done in one week!"

Guo Dalu is essentially a rough man. Not to mention that he has never written books, he even rarely reads some articles written by writers today. Even if he reads books, he is usually shocked to see old books, and he has no idea about the situation of writers today.

He usually practices martial arts and works, or finds a few guys to play cards and drink some wine. He has little contact with things in the entertainment industry.

What he didn't know was that in this world, if a normal writer wanted to write a high-quality novel, it would take several years to carefully craft and polish it. It would not dare to hand the manuscript to the editor after the text was smooth and the logic was smooth.

These authors are extremely pious and cautious about the things formed by the text, and never dare to take them lightly. Even novels serialized on the Internet are basically polished more carefully every Monday. If the serialized authors are interested that day, they will go to ten or eight chapters a week, and those readers who follow them will be bubbling with their noses, and they wish they can run around and celebrate, telling everyone that they have discovered a conscientious author.

But now Guo Dalu actually said that he only spent one month writing the novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which is more than one million words. Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng were a little suspicious of their ears for a while.

In the eyes of the two, this novel is a magnificent masterpiece that subverts traditional martial arts. The smooth and refined texts, the magnificent plot, the clever structure, the vivid characters, all of which are wonderful ideas and unique magical skills, which open the eyes and amazing things.

They thought that such a novel should be a blood-dripping work that the author had spent a lot of effort. It was not possible to write it in just three to five years. Now Guo Dalu wrote it in just one month, and he still complained loudly, which made the two of them feel unbelievable and a great sense of absurdity.

"Well, Mr. Guo, you said it took you only one month to write "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"

He Chunsheng stared at him and said, "I heard it right?"

Guo Dalu said embarrassedly: "The first time I wrote a book, it took a long time to laugh, I laugh at you!"
Chapter completed!