"I said, I''m not the author."

    With an understatement from Mai Xiaoyu, the heads of Qian Hongyou and Huang Junhui exploded with a buzzing sound.

    You''ve been playing shit since you saw us.

    Do you know why we always keep self-restraint?

    Because we thought you were the author of ghost blowing the lamp!

    It''s been a long time, aren''t you?

    Conserve, conserve... Conserve my sister!

    Huang Junhui was about to blow up the hair immediately. It was the old driver Qian Hongyou who asked Li Xue, "didn''t you say that he wrote the book?"

    Li Xue replied, "Mr. Mai sent my email at that time. I don''t know the details. I thought he wrote it."

    Qian Hongyou''s eyes fell on Mai Xiaoyu. Mai Xiaoyu nodded: "at that time, she called me and said she would be the substitute host. A friend of mine happened to be writing a supernatural novel, so I sent it to her."

    Yes

    Qian Hongyou''s face was gloomy. He leaned back with his chest in his hands. He coughed against the sofa and sent out a signal.

    Rhubarb... Er, no, it''s Huang Junhui. He flew into a rage and pointed to Mai Xiaoyu: "special..."

    At the same time, Mai Xiaoyu downplayed and threw out a sentence: "however, the copyright of ghost blowing the lamp is in my hand... What did you just say, special? You scolded me?"

    Uh

    No,

    You heard me wrong!

    I mean, I mean

    Huang Junhui had the feeling that the plane was playing the emergency brake in the air. He stifled his words and looked at Qian Hongyou for help. He hoped that the old driver would come out and help him get around.

    The old driver is an old driver and has rich experience.

    Qian Hongyou didn''t worry. He stared at Mai Xiaoyu and thought to himself.

    Is he kidding us?

    Why do I always feel this way?

    After a while, Qian Hongyou said, "you say the copyright is in your hand?"

    "That''s right. The author is me. We grew up together. We pee and mud together, scrape food in the bowl together, and wear a pair of trousers. It''s like one person. It''s inconvenient for him to come out and meet people, so I''ll deal with all external affairs."

    "It doesn''t prove that the copyright is in your hands."

    "Oh, you mean agency authorization? Yes, we went to the notary office a few days ago. I''m fully responsible for the copyright of ghost blowing lamp. I''m helping him run to the publishing house these two days. By the way, I''ve left the notary certificate at home. If we can negotiate, I can show it to you at any time."

    Qian Hongyou takes out his cigarette. Huang Junhui catches fire with a wink. Qian Hongyou smokes and thinks about Mai Xiaoyu''s words.

    He still felt that Mai Xiaoyu was deliberately playing with them, but the temptation of the copyright of ghost blowing the lamp was too great.

    In fact, business sponsorship doesn''t mean much. He can''t leave a few children in his hand. The key is the program listening rate and the favor of deputy director Huang. Recently, there is a deputy director who is going to retire at the appointed time. He is less than 50, young and highly motivated!

    Try it first. If he dares to fool me... The security guard of the broadcasting building is not a vegetarian. There are several temporary workers!

    Thinking of this, Qian Hongyou coughed and asked, "is there a publishing house willing to publish?"

    Mai Xiaoyu shook his head in chagrin: "today''s publishing houses don''t understand appreciation. Several are willing, but let me pay for the book number at my own expense."

    "Then you have to be careful. There are many swindlers who rely on this to eat."

    Book publishing is strictly controlled by the state. Whether at one''s own expense or at public expense, it should be approved by relevant national departments. After strict steps such as topic selection declaration, three reviews and three schools, it can enter the formal printing procedure only after obtaining the allocated book number through the publishing house.

    A group of marginal people have been wandering around the periphery of the book market to deceive young people with literary dreams. Selling a book number is the lowest scam. It is impossible to help publish a book with thousands of yuan. The price of a book number will never be less than 10000 yuan.

    If you are greedy for cheap, it will be too late to cry when you pay.

    Mai Xiaoyu pretended to feel the same way, nodded and said, "yes, I was almost cheated several times."

    "Or the conditions I just said. How did you consider it?"

    "That''s OK. Anyway, the publishing house has a bad nose. It''s good to beat out the fame first..." Li Xue secretly touches Mai Xiaoyu again. Mai Xiaoyu seems not to feel it and continues to say: "however, is 10000 yuan less?"

    "Young people should take a long-term view. Don''t always care about the gains and losses of the moment. When you become famous in the future, look back on the past and you will find that this is a very valuable experience." this time, Qian Hongyou saw Li Xue''s small action and knocked without leaving any trace, "Xiao Li, do you think what I said is reasonable, huh?"

    "Ah? Leader, I..."

    Li Xue looked flustered and didn''t know how to speak.

    The little mouth of the little girl was slightly warped, and she smiled and said to her, "yes, I would like to tell you your opinion. Anyway, I got this novel from my friend at that time, and it''s for you. He doesn''t care. I don''t care. I don''t care if the novel is sold to you. You has the final say."

    Ah?

    Li Xue was stunned.

    Look at the indifferent Mai Xiaoyu and the "covetous" Qian Hongyou and Huang Junhui. She hesitated for a long time and finally gritted her teeth: "Mr. Mai, you can''t sell, you can''t sell."

    This is Li Xue I know!

    "OK, listen to you." Mai Xiaoyu smiled.

    When he smiles, someone cries.

    "Who gives you the right to talk nonsense? Get out!" Qian Hongyou, as an old driver, also knows implicitly. Huang Junhui, the peach picker, doesn''t have such a good temper: "little intern, do you have the right to talk? Do you want to do it or not!"

    "Do you want to do it?" has your servant has the final say?

    Mai Xiaoyu tengran got up. Qian Hongyou and Huang Junhui had a loud voice, and his voice was even louder.

    Listen to me, you two dog shit!

    From tonight on, "ghost blows the light" will be off the air!

    Or wait for my lawyer''s letter!

    Li Xue is gone. It''s a dirtier place than a cesspit. What can I do for you!

    Qian Hongyu realized completely, got up and angrily scolded Mai Xiaoyu: "you came to find fault on purpose today!"

    "So what? Remember my words and don''t make trouble for yourself. I think pan madman will be happy to take the case."

    Pan crazy... Pan Feng?

    Qian Hongyu''s face changed greatly. Sheng Sheng pressed the idea of calling security. He looked at Mai Xiaoyu and took Li Xue away.

    Ten minutes later, Li Xue took her belongings and followed Mai Xiaoyu out of the radio building.

    "Mr. Mai, who is Pan crazy? Director Qian seems to be afraid of him."

    "A lawyer is a personal scum. He is best at fighting such lawsuits. He likes to fight with radio and television stations. Six years ago, Yanjing radio station was devastated by him. He made a public apology and made money, and a deputy director retired early."

    "Mr. Mai, your friends are so powerful!"

    "Friend? He ran fast in those days. I couldn''t catch him when he ran abroad. Otherwise... Forget it. Don''t say that man is scum. What are your plans in the future?"

    Li Xue shook her head: "I don''t know."

    "Do it with me."