Chapter 1044： gunman

The signing of Xingxing satisfactorily, both parties are very happy, Lin Zhengguo's uncle and nephew are the most excited, because the publishing house is their uncle and nephew's hard work for most of their lives. If it really goes bankrupt, these two uncles and nephews are probably the saddest.

Lin Han asked, "Has Miss Zhao heard of a writer named Ouyang Shanshan?"

Meimei raised her eyebrows and looked at each other in surprise. When did Ouyang Shanshan write a book? Is it the same name?

"What book did she write?" Meimei asked.

Lin Han took out a thin book from his briefcase and handed it over, "It's also a rookie writer who has appeared in the past two years. The pen is very old. This is her collection."

Meimei first looked at the publication date of the book. It was published this year, and 5,000 copies were issued. The first page of the book was a photo of the author.

Come on, you don't need to be sure if it's the same name anymore, the girl in the photo is the **** Ouyang Shanshan.

The title page introduces in detail Ouyang Shanshan, who is omnipotent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is so beautiful that she is the darling of the emperor.

Meimei sneered, Huang Yulian, is this another new trick?

The road of painting can’t work, and it’s coming to harm the writer circle again?

Hmph, with Ouyang Shanshan's IQ, if you kill her, she wouldn't believe that these chapters were written by Ouyang Shanshan, so she picked up a chapter or two to read, Lin Han is right, the pen is really hot, and the fat man has it More than that.

No matter how old the little fat man's pen is, he can still see his immaturity, after all, his age is there!

However, these chapters by Ouyang Shanshan are not immature. If there is no photo of Ouyang Shanshan in front of them, they will definitely think that they are written by an adult writer with rich life experience.

"What do you think of Mr. Lin?" Meimei asked.

Lin Han said bluntly: "The styles of these chapters are varied, or sharp, or witty, or light, and they don't feel like they were written by one person, and they are written by the same person, and they can't be chapters written by a little girl. Experience and insight are impossible for a little girl."

"So what does Mr. Lin mean?"

Lin Han smiled and said, "Miss Zhao already understands what I mean. There is a profession called 'gunner' on our side. Some famous writers will hire some well-picked people to help them write their manuscripts in order to catch up with their manuscripts. In the end, the author's name was signed, and these people who helped to write the manuscript were the gunmen."

Meimei gave him a thumbs up, and his eyes were indeed vicious. Didn't Ouyang Shanshan write these chapters by a gunman?

Ouyang Xiangming is in charge of the art circle Huang Yulian wants to find a few gunmen, it is too simple.

Lin Han went on to say: "This writer named Ouyang Shanshan contacted me some time ago to ask Xingxing to help publish it, but I rejected it. I guess she may go to OnePlus."

"This has nothing to do with us."

Meimei was a little gloating, Huang Yulian went to OnePlus, and waited for a few layers of skin to be drawn!

However, Huang Yulian may want to build momentum for Ouyang Shanshan. A young writer who is well-known in Southeast Asia, this title is still quite high, and it is enough to coat Ouyang Shanshan with a few layers of gold!

Sitting in the car, the more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became, and she couldn't help pouting. Ouyang Shanshan used the fruits of other people's labor to add glory to herself. Do such wicked things, should she do the right thing for heaven?

Yan Mingshun saw his little girlfriend's unhappiness, and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to help you find out the evidence that Ouyang Shanshan found the shooter?"

His brows and eyes lit up, he hugged Yan Mingshun's neck and nodded vigorously, and offered a sweet kiss.