Zhang Chu took the invitation letter and sent it to Zhou Kang's assistant Huang Yu. This kind of thing should not be faked.

Now, for the sake of safety, he wants Huang Yu to verify the situation with the organizer, but don’t be able to enter the venue by himself, that would be embarrassing!

The annual meeting of the General Administration has always been a grand event in the cultural world. Almost every invited writer will give you a face and make a good relationship. When publishing works in the future, the General Administration will be slightly more relaxed.

This is a matter of mutual respect. Zhang Chu's incident this time is almost entirely dependent on the news and publishing department, and punishes many fake media.

And this is also the first time he has received an invitation letter, and he should attend whether it is reasonable or reasonable.

Huang Yu has been working in Menglong Culture for less than a year, and most of the time he often helps Zhou Kang and sorts out various data.

Now that Zhou Kang is on vacation, he must be fully responsible for everything about Zhang Chu!

After receiving the news from Zhang Chu, Huang Yu immediately called the China Writers Association and the General Administration to verify, and the news spread among colleagues in the company.

"Zhang Chu got the invitation letter?"

"I knew he would definitely get it, so it would be great if he could go to the scene to win a prize."

"Zhou Kang was better off and signed a potential stock."

"Who else can go to our company except Zhang Chu who can meet last year?"

"It seems to be gone..."

For these writers, the invitation letter to the annual annual meeting is a symbol of status, representing official recognition and readers' recognition.

It is indeed quite amazing that a young man has reached this point in just half a year!

At this time, Zhang Chu was browsing the web page. As more readers became more popular, the voices of urging updates became louder. Many people were quite dissatisfied with his update speed of two chapters a day.

These readers may have been reading online novels for a long time. Two chapters are nothing at all. Can three chapters a day be considered an outbreak?

Chapter 4, Chapter 5 is almost the same, it is best to have five chapters a day.

Zhang Chu felt that his speed was quite fast, much better than many Buddhist writers. Those writers could not update a chapter in ten or eight days!

Update? Follow the fate

Quality? Follow the circumstances.

The slogan of a Buddhist writer is: Don’t urge him, don’t urge him, you will update your fate.

Zhang Chu felt like a legal writer. He would update every week if he had a good weekly update, and would update every day if he had a good weekly update. He would not be allowed to negotiate any urge to update, and everything would be done according to the rules!

Most of the authors are from the Confucian class, sorry, I'll update this.

What do you want to see?

Wait for a moment, update soon.

This type of author is urged by readers, and it is still possible to explode.

As for the Taoist authors, they are much more awesome, not short of money, but they are all about readers.

Their catchphrase is: urging, urging, urging, urging, and I don’t have more to do with you. Love, wait, don’t bother me without waiting, don’t disturb me in the game!

Now that "Ghost Blows Out the Light" has been pre-sale, readers also know that Zhang Chu must have complete manuscripts in his hands, and even if there are any manuscripts, is there anything more annoying than this?

But Zhang Chu had no choice but to update it slowly according to the contract regulations and could not release all the plots in advance. In that way, the Yangtze River Literature and Art Publishing House would fight hard for him.

Why are the pre-sale numbers so high?

It’s not because Zhang Chu has raised the readers’ appetites and is very good!

Almost all readers who have fallen into the trap want to read the full text of "Ghost Blows Out the Light". At present, only the pre-sale can be participated in, and they can get it on New Year's Day. It's so wonderful to stay at home to read books during holidays.

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As a legal author, Zhang Chu dared not argue with readers. When faced with the urging, he chose to be an ostrich and pretended to be dead. He spoke in the WeChat group of four people in the dormitory and asked, as a southerner, he finally saw snow and wanted to go out and have fun.

"Hey, it's snowing heavily today. Do you have any arrangements?"

Building snowmen and playing snowball fights seem a bit naive, so he wanted to ask these northerners what they usually play on snowy days.

Yang Ling replied humorously: "It's not fun to snow. It's fun to see you southerners who are playing with snow. There are already friends in the dormitory building a little snowman."

"It's great to have such a cold day indoors, and the outdoor air quality is not good." Sun Ruiqi also said, living in the northeast, it snows every winter, and it's almost used to it.

Zhang Chu hurriedly said, "No, otherwise how about we go skiing tomorrow? I have never skied in my life!"

As a southerner, he fell in love with the winter in the north. He had heating and heavy snow, which was so comfortable. In the past, he had to turn on the stove in the room and shivered.

"Skiing will hurt a lot. I guess you will take the cable car and get down with the board." Yang Ling was not optimistic about this activity. Isn't it just snow? What's so fun about it?

I was very quiet and thoughtful. I was very bored to write books every day and class. Finally, there was a weekend. Of course, Zhang Chu wanted to experience something I had never done in his previous life.

"@Anmi, do you know any good ski resorts near Yanjing? Then I rent a car and drive it directly over."

Sun Ruiqi replied with an emoticon: "I can slip, but I don't know if I can teach you. I have to fall a lot of people and fight."

Zhang Chu knew that he was definitely a novice, but he should learn this thing very quickly. If it weren't for the fact that it was almost evening now, maybe he would have planned to go directly today.

An Mi, who was diving quietly over there, was struggling in the library. After seeing the message popped up from his phone, he unlocked the lock and replied: "There is still time to go skiing tomorrow? Have you finished writing your classroom paper?"

Class essay?

Zhang Chu widened his eyes, as if there was such a thing, but he had forgotten what he wanted to write!

"What paper? I haven't written it yet."

An Mi pressed her hands on the screen of her phone: "A Brief History of Ancient China, I'll hand it over next week, which is related to 70% of the final score. Lao Zhang, you still want to go out and play, are you preparing to fail the exam?"

Zhang Chu was so busy these days that he didn't even remember that there was such a thing. He sighed, "It seems that he can't play it. Have you finished writing it?"

Yang Ling answered honestly: "Riqi and I have finished writing long ago."

"I'm struggling in the library now. Should Lao Zhang come together? There is still a place next to me, and there is a little beauty opposite." An Mi said temptingly.

But Zhang Chu was not fooled, "You can read it slowly by yourself. I wrote it at home. I originally wanted to go out to play, but now I have to write something again. Have you defined the scope? What dynasty or angle must I write?"

"No limit, you can write it."

"Okay, I'll think about it now."

Zhang Chu felt that he would probably not be able to escape the nightmare of writing things in his life. After finally writing the content of the first Jingjue Ancient City of "Ghost Blows Out the Light", he was about to go skiing, but found that he still had to write a classroom paper.
Chapter completed!