Chapter 72 Oh my God!

Chapter 72 Oh my God!

Chapter 72 Oh my God!
"Teacher Gu is awesome! He's very cool." Han Zang said, "We didn't talk much, but I felt his ideas were very cutting-edge."

Cutting-edge thinking? Don’t flatter me with this adjective. Li Nuo, Dudu and other editors all thought to themselves, he is still just a child!
Han Zang didn't say much, and everyone would know the answer at the banquet.

It's not a free time now, because I have to leave the hotel to pick someone up soon, just like Dudu picked up Mao Sanding and then picked up two writers in a row.

At about 31:, all contracted writers who had agreed to attend checked into their rooms.

The dinner was notified to start at 6 o'clock on the second floor of the hotel. Because Teacher Xiao Gu didn't go online often, Han Zang called in advance to inform her.

This was also the first offline gathering, so we were not familiar with each other, especially since most writers were not sociable, the atmosphere was very awkward for a while.

Editor-in-Chief Gao was preparing his speech in the back, so there was no one to warm up the atmosphere.

Fortunately, a social terrorist named Mao Sanning sneaked in. His real name was Mao Shanming. He wore a white shirt tucked into his jeans, looked decent, and greeted everyone he saw!

"Hello, hello. I'm Mao Sanning, the author of the serial "The Mind Reader". Bro, I see you're very handsome, who are you?"

"Don't go, buddy. Who are you? There are several mystery writers I like in "Years of Mystery."

Being familiar with others is a kind of strength! Soon, Mao Sanning greeted most of the people in the venue, and the cramped atmosphere was relieved a lot.

But he suddenly scratched his head and said to himself, "Can we bring family members to this activity?"

"Hey Longlong, do you know whose child that is?" Mao Sanning asked Bian Long, the burliest man from Qilu at the scene.

"It might be the editor. The author shouldn't bring his family with him." Bian Long speculated reasonably.

Mao Sanning nodded, feeling that it made sense.

"I don't know who Zhong Xiu is, but I really like his book 'Tower of the Sun'. The title is so bright, but the content is very dark." Mao Sanning looked at the few people he didn't greet, "Dismembering and boiling a corpse, that suits my taste perfectly."

"If we talk about perverts, I think the writer named Gu Lu in the previous issue is no less bad, and he's the kind that gives people goose bumps," said Bian Long.

"Gu Lu is indeed the detective. He is not like Sherlock Holmes, but more like Professor Moriarty." Another writer joined the conversation. Even the most introverted people will still speak freely once they talk about something they are interested in.

I am both an author and a reader, and I have my favorite works.

There are five tables in total, and each seat has a small sign clearly indicating the pen name so that people don't sit in the wrong place.

Including the editor of Time Reasoning, there were about 40 people in the room, so five tables were enough.

"I'm so lucky to be sitting at the same table with Chief Editor Gao." Mao Sanning said, "Chief Editor Gao is a legend in our mystery world."

"Zhong Xiu? Zhong Xiu is next to me." Mao Sanning noticed the sign next to him.

Then he saw an intellectual woman in her thirties sitting down, and Mao Sanning's mind paused for a second.

"Sister, are you Zhong Xiu, the author of "Tower of the Sun"? " Mao Sanning asked with a question.

"What's the problem?" The intellectual and royal sister Zhong Xiu asked with a smile.

Zhong Xiu and Bian Long are all pen names. Her real name is Zhong Xiuxiu, but it seems too delicate, so she took the pen name Zhong Xiu.

There are many tricks in detective novels that use time differences, which she doesn't like, so she included the idea of ​​repairing the clock.

"Ahem, I never thought that "Tower of the Sun" was written by such a beautiful lady. It's amazing." Mao Sanning said. It seems that his familiarity is only directed at the same sex. He stutters when facing the opposite sex.

"There are not many women who write mystery novels, but Agatha Christie is one of the best mystery novelists in the world." Zhong Xiu said with a smile, "I have liked strange and scary things since I was a child."

Suddenly her face changed. She looked at the person sitting opposite her desk and said, "Brother opposite, are you sitting in the right seat?" Sitting in the wrong seat? Mao Sanning looked over and saw the editor's family member whom he had just met.

"Hello everyone, I'm Gu Lu." Gu Lu stood up and introduced himself. He always had the feeling of COSting the elementary school student Conan, and acted cute by calling brothers and sisters.

"Gu Lu?"

"Are you Gu Lu?"

"The author of "Dr. Mero's Incredible Crime", "The Walker on the Ceiling", and "The D-Sakagawa Murder Case"?"

"Today doesn't seem to be April Fool's Day, right?"

Wait a second and a sound is heard.

Gu Lu's self-introduction attracted a lot of people because most of the authors were impressed by Gu Lu, who wrote three articles in one issue and had a strange style.

"It's so exciting! I thought it was exciting enough that Zhong Xiu was a woman, but I didn't expect Gu Lu to be a student. How exciting!" Mao Sanning murmured to himself.

“?” Bian Long was a little speechless. He looked up and down at the author who seemed so small in his eyes. What kind of thinking could such a small kid have to write such a work that gave people goose bumps?
The more surprised was the intellectual sister Zhong Xiu. "The Incredible Crime of Dr. Moro", "The Walker on the Ceiling" and "D-Sakagawa Murder Case" were her favorites, so she asked the editor and noticed the other party's seat at the same time.

"Oh my god..." Zhong Xiu murmured.

Everyone looked at Gu Lu in surprise. Han Zang wanted to laugh when he saw this. He liked the way people acted as if they had never seen the world.

But there was no time to communicate as the dinner began.

"In 1998, Qian Province Publishing House published 80 of Agatha Christie's works, just as the Internet was taking off in China. In April 1999, Shanghai netizen Pa Ji established the Agatha Christie Chinese website. In July 4, the Agatha Christie Mystery Forum attached to the website was officially established..."

Editor-in-Chief Gao talked about the establishment of the AC Forum and how many works the forum has brought to readers.

After saying a lot of things, Gu Lumeng went back to the factory in his previous life to inspect it. Oh, it was the spare parts factory where he was assigned after graduating from junior college in his previous life. The kind of factory that would not give diplomas if you objected.

The boss talked a lot about the glorious history. Gu Lu knew that the current scene was different and it just triggered the memory of his previous life.

"I hope our resident writers of 'Years of Mystery' can write great mystery stories and become China's Conan Doyle and China's A-Po." Chief Editor Gao concluded with a blessing.

A resident writer is a contracted writer, at least that’s the case at Years Reasoning.

At the end of the speech, polite applause broke out.

"Brother, let's add each other's contact information." Mao Sanning said proactively.

Soon after, Qilu great man Bian Long and others also exchanged contact information.

Zhong Xiu didn't move. She had a complicated expression. She originally thought that Gu Lu must be a middle-aged man with a deep observation of human nature, so he wanted to communicate with him.

The result is that he is a student. What observations can a student have about society? He has never experienced anything.

I have to say that Zhong Xiu is a bit stereotypical. The length of experience depends on age, but the breadth has little to do with age.

While exchanging, Gu Lu's phone ran out of battery, but it didn't matter!
Gu Lu's phone has three batteries! He is not afraid of running out of power. Of course, three is not enough. He has seen Zhang Yudong with five.

They sat down according to the sign: Gu Lu, Mao Sanning, Zhong Xiu, Editor-in-Chief Gao, and Dudu. Their table was considered the main table, right?

They are all authors and editors, so they must be chatting while eating...

(End of this chapter)