In the living room, Yi Feiyang looked at the surrounding decorations, including a deer head hanging from the wall and a rifle mounted on it, which caught his attention.

"That was my fight in Indiana last year. God, I almost fell into the cliff to catch up with it, but God bless me, I am so blessed, and finally return with honor. As for that gun, it was My grandfather 's favorite weapon, it can be filled with seven rounds at a time, it is very powerful to shoot, and it can slam the head of any animal! "Stephen King proudly introduced his honor and collection Product.

Yi Feiyang laughed: "I also like hunting and have the opportunity to research together."

"Research? Oh yeah? Okay." Stephen King smiled.

Yi Feiyang picked up the rifle, loaded it, aimed, and made a twirling rifle in his palm, chic and beautiful!

Yi Feiyang praised: "Good gun!"

Looking at the other side's "self-acquaintance", Stephen King was obviously a bit uncomfortable. Even more afraid he dropped his antique gun to the ground.

In the past, those young literary young men who came to visit themselves were not disturbed, otherwise they would be at a loss and face their mouths open. However, the person in front of him clearly does not belong to this category.

Just when Stephen King was worried that the other party would not know when to hold the gun, Yi Feiyang put the gun back in place, then raised Erlang's legs and sat on the sofa, ready to talk.

"Coffee or tea?" Stephen King asked warmly when Yi Feiyang sat down. "I know that you Chinese all like to drink tea. I have here your very good West Lake Longjing, and Tieguanyin. Of course, I bought them in Chinatown, and I don't know if they are genuine."

"Just feel free, everything is fine." Yi Feiyang smiled. To be honest, he doesn't have much requirements for tea and alcohol.

"It looks like you don't matter ... then Longjing, I like its taste."

Stephen King prepared tea, and then sat down and said to Yi Feiyang, "You must be curious, why did I invite you to meet, plainly speaking, or your novel." Said putting the manuscript that Yi Feiyang had sent in the past On the table.

"It is undeniable that the novel you write is very creative and really good. I have never seen a novice who can design the short story idea so perfectly."

"However, unfortunately, I have to point out that your writing is a bit ..." Stephen King waved his mouth and gestured, seemingly looking for the right wording.

"I see what you mean, isn't it too bad?" Yi Feiyang interfaced.

"Well yes, so to speak." Stephen King was a little surprised by Yi Feiyang's words. You have to know that everyone who is engaged in creative work is desperate to save face. As frank as this Chinese guy is now, it is very rare.

"I admit that it really sucks. In terms of wording, I am not an expert in this field, so," Yi Feiyang paused. "I will show you these three short stories. I hope you can give Give some opinions. "Yi Feiyang looked at Stephen King with a smiley smile.

Stephen King was very uncomfortable with this type of conversation.

Although he is a writer, since he became famous, both the editor of the publishing house and the publisher of books and periodicals, when he talked to him, he took the initiative and the initiative of conversation.

"Oh, dear Mr. Yi, it's okay to call you like this? I have to say, you are a very frank person, I like people like you! So now we start talking about the point ... the point is, if you Put these three novels in my hands, and I can modify them into fine works! Fine works, do you understand? It is the kind of fine works that can be listed in newspapers and magazines, or even published alone! "Stephen King said swiftly.

Yi Feiyang laughed, and then said out of step: "How much is it?"

"Ah, what?"

"I mean I sold you these three novels. How much can you give me?"

Stephen King froze for a while, talking about money, and talking about money hurts his feelings, but they don't seem to have any feelings to talk about.

Then again, don't everyone say that the Chinese want to die, do they most like to talk about money? How come this money is money ?! Isn't he Chinese, Korean, himself? !!

Seeing Stephen King staring at himself, Yi Feiyang had to remind him: "Three novels, how much money ?!"

"Ahem, if you insist on talking about money, then you have a price." Stephen King's meaning is obvious. Many young writers and the great god talk about these times will be embarrassed to talk about money, as long as I can point them to one or two They are so grateful, kid, you are the first.

Yi Feiyang didn't think how shameful it was to talk about money at this time. The Chinese just died to face their lives and suffer. He was not such a sage.

"It's $ 300,000 a bit!"

Seeing that the other party is an idol, it is a little less. 300,000 cost!

This is someone's intention.

However, Stephen King smiled scornfully.

"Oh, dear China Yi, it seems that you haven't understood the situation yet; I asked you to come here today, not to do business with you, I am optimistic about you and think you have a future, so I will talk to you so much; and you Well, it seems that you don't see your identity clearly, you are nothing ... "

"Of course, I don't deny that you might become a great writer in the future, but now I still hope you can face reality. Three novels, three hundred thousand dollars, is a joke! Just ask, who in the United States will give you three One hundred thousand dollars, just for these three ideas? God, you look down on yourself! "

A series of contemptuous words made people feel ridiculous.

But all this did not make Yi Feiyang move.

To be honest, if three days ago, maybe Yi Feiyang, who was short of money and died, would consider selling his three novels cheaply, but now ... his uncle, Yi Feiyang laughed.

"Dear Mr. Stephen King, according to what you mean, how much should these three novels be worth?"

"How much?" Stephen King leaned on his arms, leaning on the sofa. "I pay you up to $ 30,000! This is already the largest amount!" The expression was full of charity.

In Stephen King's eyes, the amount he has given is enough for the opposite party, shit, an ordinary little writer, let alone 30,000, even if it is 10,000 US dollars, not to mention that the other party is still Chinese. It seems there is no precedent for Chinese writers to want to stand out in a country with a serious race like the United States.

Yi Feiyang shrugged and gave a smirk to Stephen King's "Alms".

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Stephen King. I know, maybe this is the highest price you have made, but it is too different from my requirements! Then we have nothing to talk about, but I have a sentence The words want to tell you ... "Yi Fei stood up and looked down at Stephen King with an attitude of looking down from the top down, staring at the famous American" terrorist king ".

"You don't buy my three novels now, it doesn't matter, because they will sell for three million!"

Three million dollars? !!

Stephen King couldn't help laughing.

how is this possible? !!

This Chinese is so humorous! !! !!

"Unless you are really attached to God, or if Goddess Luck favors you, otherwise, this miracle will never happen!"

Yi Feiyang knows that it's useless to say more. "Well, just wait and see, me, Yi Feiyang, it won't take long for you to know that what I say will become a miracle!" He stood up and left.

"A miracle? Haha, okay, I'll wait! No more, dear friend!" Stephen King sat on the sofa, didn't get up, and looked at Yi Feiyang with disdain.

A woman behind came over, holding Stephen King's neck by the hand, "What's wrong, dear? Why don't you send the guests off?"

"He is so arrogant that I don't like it."

"Oh? Really? But the story he wrote is really good, and I especially like that 1408 Mirage."

"So what? In a complex place like the United States, who would know him? Even if his story is well written, he is just a nameless man! Besides, he is still a Chinese!" Stephen King laughed.

"Maybe then, weren't you famous before, but now you have become a great writer." The woman gently stroked Stephen King's hair.

Stephen King bit a cigar and smiled.

"Santa Claus may be in America, but it won't happen to him!"

"Not to mention being famous in such a short time, is this possible ?!" Stephen King shook his head and let out a smoke,