On the first night of entering Beijing, Zhang Chu slept particularly sweetly and did not show any signs of insomnia.

The dim sunlight in the morning shone on his face through the screen window. The lazy man immediately threw the sun behind him as soon as he turned over. However, the unyielding sound of his mobile phone affected him sleeping in.

"I shouldn't have set this alarm yesterday!"

Zhang Chu narrowed his eyes and muttered, and he walked to the table barefoot to turn off the alarm clock on his phone. It was only after 8 o'clock in the morning, and the city of Yanjing had become busy.

Today he has only one itinerary, which is to go to the exhibition site of the Bookish China. The Suspense Literature Summit is just an inconspicuous part of the exhibition of the Bookish China.

After a simple rinse, Zhang Chu changed into a shirt, but this person looked handsome and handsome, not as elegant as a traditional writer.

He has no hair on his lips and is not doing things well. He is a young and famous writer who enjoys it. He has changed from a foot-picking uncle to a young and handsome guy, which is very good.

Just at half past eight, a phone call from Gu Xinxue came over, "Zhang Chu, the driver and I have already arrived outside your hotel, you can come out. Today, the road conditions will definitely be in traffic jam. The car is a white Audi and the license plate is Beijing******."

"Okay, I've seen you!"

Zhang Chu stood by the side of the road and waved his hand, then walked quickly towards the car. If he had no admission permit, he could only queue up to enter the venue like ordinary readers and tourists.

Gu Xinxue looks less than forty years old, and is tall and thin, and is gentle, which is very consistent with the setting of a literati.

He was still a little surprised when he saw Zhang Chu. The young man who was about to go to college in front of him turned out to be a writer he signed with, and he was indeed a hero-born boy!

Although I had known that Zhang Chu was very young, I had never talked to each other through the Internet and had never talked to each other in person. If I had known that Zhang Chu was so young, I would have made him a handsome writer idol.

"Editor Gu, what is our itinerary today?" Zhang Chu didn't even know about the event charter for the first time attending the meeting, but he didn't need to speak like a little transparent person, he just needed to listen quietly.

"The morning is an exchange meeting for your pan-suspense writers, the afternoon is an exclusive interview with Southern Weekend, and tomorrow is the first release of psychological crimes and the industrialization of film and television works of pan-suspense works. You can't do without an agent like this. Do you need my help to introduce one?"

After all, Zhang Chu is still a student now, and he also has to care about writing and cannot take into account other aspects of things. Just like after having an agent, at least Zhang Chu doesn’t have to promote the film and television process of psychological crimes by himself, just contact the agent.

On the back seat of the car, Zhang Chu also knew his weaknesses. He replied: "If you have the right one, please introduce it to me. Let's talk about it first, and see if the concepts can match it."

It is definitely not possible to fight alone by yourself, there are three stakes on a fence!

"Then I'll find time to introduce you to it. By the way, are you still used to living here?" Gu Xinxue then remembered that the other party was a prospective college student who had just left home, and quickly said with concern.

"It's okay, there's no problem. I'm the only one who will go to the recording of "One Stop to the End". I'll go to school to report in two days."

While speaking, the International Exhibition Center arrived. It was already the North Third Ring Road, and the glass-exterior wall exhibition center seemed to stand in the morning light.

The words "Book-Fragrant China" large-scale book fair are hung high. This event has received support from the state. From the State Administration of Press, Publication, Radio, Film and Television to the Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government, more than 2,500 exhibitors from more than 90 countries and regions participated in the exhibition, and more than 300,000 latest published books around the world were exhibited on site.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning, but the exhibition center was already crowded with people, and many visitors were shuttled through it. In different countries, the company's booths used various ways to attract attention.

Zhang Chu hung the temporary attendance certificate around his neck and followed Gu Xinxue forward. Their Nanhai Publishing Company had an independent booth.

"The event will start at 10 o'clock. Do you want to go for a walk by yourself? At 9:55, go to Hall 8 next to participate in the Suspense Literature Summit."

Gu Xinxue could not contact Zhang Chu alone. The reason why he went to the hotel to pick up Zhang Chu today was just because this guy looked too young on the surface and was afraid of any safety problems.

Now that Zhang Chu has arrived at the scene safely, Gu Xinxue is going to contact the others, send his work permit, and urge the writers who have not yet arrived to arrive as soon as possible.

"Then I'll go and have a walk around."

Zhang Chu knew that the world could not revolve around him. The booth of Nanhai Publishing Company was relatively small, with all kinds of books in it. Suspense and reasoning works only accounted for a small part, and were not even considered the main profit type of the company.

Visitors mainly focus on popular book booths, because the books there are all sold at 20% off, which is like a medium-sized bookstore, and the works displayed are familiar, such as common world classics, modern and modern bestsellers, Nobel Prize-winning books and novels with local characteristics.

Zhang Chu was wandering among the bookshelf. The books that exuded the fragrance of books, that is, the ink, all looked brand new. The classification here was very clear, and all kinds of book works can be seen, and the best-selling books were prominently located.

However, he also discovered a weakness, that is, the proportion of new books in the middle of these book booths is very small, and the ones that appear in the best-selling book booths are still book reprints many years ago, lacking innovation and trend.

He was a little curious about whether there were any works in the suspense and reasoning books. He slowly walked over there to find out, but he heard the whispering conversations between the other visitors.

...

"Why are you buying so many books in one go? You won't feel tired even if you keep holding them."

Zhou Li looked at the stack of books in her boyfriend's arms and felt very disgusted. She finally put it on for a weekend, but she came to this exhibition early in the morning. She would rather stay in bed and watch TV series.

Although he was scolded, Wei Huaming was still very happy. "I don't see so many mystery books in bookstores, and these are all I want to buy at one time. It is said that there are still many writers who are signing for sale today, and I don't know if they can meet them."

"You will carry it yourself later, and I won't help you with it. It's so heavy." Zhou Li really didn't understand why her boyfriend was so keen on suspense mystery detective novels, and occasionally he was afraid of seeing those things after turning a few pages.

At this time, Wei Huaming saw a book on the display stand and begged: "Lily, can you help me get that book?"

"Which book?"
Chapter completed!