Faced with such a dramatic reversal, Chu Li was already in a state of running wild in his heart—
My head is full of authors, why are authors like this? !
Can there be a really good normal person? !
Little Bailian, did you do it unintentionally or on purpose? My glass heart is broken!
If you need to advertise, you can tell me, I will fight for you, don’t get stabbed in the back and make your heart cool…
… never mind.
The actor teacher was right, I blamed myself for using it without asking clearly.
The phone was vibrating non-stop, and Lao Miao couldn't stop rattling like a machine gun with a new magazine... However, no matter how blind the situation is at this time, he has to face it head-on.
Chu Li bit her lower lip, picked up her phone—
[Shui Jun invited by the monkey: I will ask what's going on. I didn't ask Mr. Jiang Yucheng to use our magazine as a free advertisement, but the magazine also sold tens of thousands more because of this advertisement. Isn't it?]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: From the side view, this is a win-win situation...]
[Meow: Are you still stubborn?]
[Meow: The magazine was originally sold at a loss. It costs six yuan and fifty cents to sell for twelve yuan, and the price to the dealer is only six yuan and sixty cents a piece. What about editorial labor and shipping costs and author fees? Magazines are a platform for magazines to post money—not to mention only selling 40,000 more copies, even if they sell 80,000 more copies, they will only earn 8,000 yuan more. What’s left of paying you a salary and social security provident fund? What is it that actually makes money? It is a separate book and author that will be born on the basis of the magazine in the future.]
[Meow Meow: Win-win? Which one wins?]
[Meow Meow: There are people who exchange advertisement pages for other companies. Do you know how much the advertisement fee of a magazine like "Moonlight" is ten thousand/P? forty thousand!]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: ... ]
[Meow: Unbelievable, right? Surprise or not, surprise or not?]
[Meow: You don't understand anything.]
[Yu Yao: She doesn't understand anything, but you teach me!]
[Yu Yao: Teachers in school don’t know how to teach them.]
[Yu Yao: It's normal for her to be a newcomer and don't understand anything. What's the point of throwing the blame after all the things happened—on Monday, you have the ability to tell the club that it's all Chuli's fault?]
[Yu Yao: Then you, the deputy editor in charge of leading her, have no responsibility? When she asked Jiang Yucheng for the manuscript, didn't you and I, who were the final checkers, didn't pay attention to ask what was going on? After taking the manuscript, I used it impatiently, and Chu Li was the one who handed it over.]
[Ah Xiang: That's right, it's impossible for Jiang Yucheng to bring the manuscript for the sake of Chu Li's sake, why should she?]
[Ah Xiang: Chuli is indeed a handover, and should not be blamed.]
[Yu Yao: That's not right, don't talk about it if you can.]
[Yu Yao: Is it strange that there were no accidents in this business from the beginning to the end?]
First ceremony: "..."
It was nine o'clock in the evening.
Chu Li was lying by the window, and the evening breeze with the fragrance of flowers coming at night was blowing head-on. She looked down at the quiet courtyard under the window, and seriously considered the feasibility of jumping off to settle the matter...
Ten p.m.
Chu Li sat by the window, opened a piano simulation software on her iPad, and stared at the moon outside the window with her eyes emptied, tapping on the piano keyboard with her hands—Duo, it’s a little doe... At this moment, the phone rang , Mr. L applied for a voice call, Chuli glanced at it, lowered his eyes, and then pressed the connect button like a wandering mind.
[Hey?]
The person over there made a sound, and it was still the funny sound effect with its own voice changer effect. Chu Li stopped jingling his hands, raised his eyebrows, and was about to hang up the voice call, when her hand was hanging in the air When the key was broken, Mr. L said slowly—
[I didn't bring my mobile phone with me when I went out in the afternoon, and I didn't see your message. I saw Jiang Yucheng's Weibo, where are you now?]
When the other party spoke, there seemed to be the sound of water in the background—this guy was talking to himself while soaking in the bathtub? It’s so busy every day... Chu Li is not sure if she heard it wrong, because when she listened carefully, the voice disappeared again...
Chu Li took his finger away from the hang up button.
—Come on, it’s golden sunshine~
"On the window sill at home, playing the piano, considering the possibility of jumping off a building, and being mad by the editor-in-chief." Chu Li said quietly, "You missed a good show, Jiang Yucheng screwed me to death, and now our deputy editor-in-chief is going crazy Laughing at me, using a six-figure print magazine to promote Jiang Yucheng's new book."
The sound of the piano continued, Mr. L was silent for a while, Chu Li heard the sound of someone walking on his side, and after a while, there was still that funny voice changer voice: [Are you feeling depressed now?]
"It's not just depressed." Chu Li said, "Ri Chuan came to the editorial department in the morning and personally vaccinated me: there is no free lunch in the world, and the little white lotus in my heart may not be the one who sees injustice and helps Hero..."
Chu Li paused: "Facts have proved that he is as crow-mouthed as you."
Chu Li put on a particularly ridiculous tone again: "It's actually the turn of the actor Zhou Chuan to explain the truth to me, can you believe it?"
There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.
[Others eat more salt than you eat rice, why can't you reason with me?]
Chu Li pressed a bunch of piano keys and made a "bang" noise: "Hiss, where are you standing? Are you here to comfort me?"
[……… I look at you anxiously, and I also have background sound effects to scare who? Don't worry, see if there is any solution.]
Chu Li sneered, and said with nothing to love: "What is the way to hug the editor-in-chief's Kuang Diao head-on, and face the deputy editor-in-chief's ridicule calmly?... There are 40,000 comments on Jiang Yucheng's Weibo, of which 38,500 are asking questions. : Great, are you going to serialize a new article on "Moonlight", we are super—"
Chu Li suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.
The whole face suddenly froze on a mocking expression, and then, it went blank.
The man on the other side of the voice seemed to sneer: [Think of it?]
Chu Li turned off the piano key app, picked up the phone, put it down again, and licked his lips: "It seems so, I thought of it."
[What did you think of?]
"What do you think is the possibility of being persuaded by the 38,000 people to succeed in convincing Jiang Yucheng to make a mistake and come to my magazine to serialize this "The Lost Amusement Park"?"
[If Jiang Yucheng is a conscientious person, then he probably feels a little guilty now; if he feels a little guilty now, then the possibility of you persuading him is very high.]
Chu Li felt that he had found a way to the light in a desperate situation.
After hanging up Mr. L's voice, she decided not to jump off the building. She clumsily climbed down from the window sill and did three things in total—
The first thing is to say in the work group, please give her two days of weekend time, on Monday, she will definitely give everyone a satisfactory answer to the nonsense of "making wedding dresses for others";
The second thing is to send a message asking Hikawa where he is now;
The third thing is to buy a bullet train ticket for city B departing at 8:00 the next morning.
…
at the same time.
City B.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in the natural open-air hot spring in a famous private courtyard on the outskirts of the city, the hot spring water flows down to the top of the mountain-the top of the hot spring is blue, and the color of the hot spring water gradually becomes lighter as it flows down step by step, and the spring water flows into the hot spring pool at the bottom In the middle of the day, the milky white water vapor shrouded the hot spring pool, and special Chinese herbal medicines were added to the pool, exuding bursts of herbal fragrance...
It was the time when the Chinese lights of the city first came on.
This secluded open-air hot spring pool is rarely quiet. Dim lights are placed beside the pool as the only light. Occasionally, the sound of splashing water can be heard when someone strokes the water...
in the pool.
The young man was leaning against the pool with a towel on his head. He hadn't seen the sun for a long time, his skin was almost transparent, and his black hair was wet and stuck to his handsome cheeks... There was a lazy light in his brown pupils. At this moment, he was lying on the edge of the hot spring pool, half of his body was fiddling with the mobile phone with his slightly moist slender fingertips outside the hot spring, logged out of one Q login, and switched to another account. Just after logging in, he saw a certain monkey's head flashing wildly——
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Teacher, where are you and Teacher Jiang Yucheng? City B? at home?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Is Teacher Jiang Yucheng there? Did he not bring his mobile phone?]
As expected, the man's nose buried in the crook of his arm moved, and he snorted inexplicably.
[Hiu Chuan: What are you doing at his house? I came to clean him up? Suburban hot springs, what do you want to do?]
[Hikawa: This unprofessional person won't watch Q when he's on vacation.]
The man is typing fast...
"—Taking in the hot springs is a good way to soak in the hot springs. Everyone is in the water and still can't put down their mobile phones, Internet addiction boy?"
Behind the man, there was another sound amidst the splashing water—in the huge hot spring pool, a figure with healthy bronze skin swam from one side of the pool to the other, and when he passed behind Hiukawa, the splashing water splashed across the man's arc. Line perfect jawline on…
Hirakawa raised his hand and wiped away the splashed water droplets expressionlessly.
"You heard it too. Just as you, Jiang Yucheng, were swimming around here like children with ADHD and using the hot spring pool as a swimming pool, there was a poor girl thousands of miles away who was being tortured because of your behavior of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge." Hiukawa put down his phone, "And I don't know what crime I did, I want to wipe your scum's ass."
There was a splash of water.
The figure who couldn't take a break from swimming around finally stopped—the man named Jiang Yucheng finally stopped his behavior of disturbing the tranquility of the hot spring... He stopped, and grabbed the wooden basin floating on the hot spring, He took out the chilled porcelain wine bottle from inside, raised his head and drank: "Why am I a scumbag?"
Standing in the middle of the hot spring pool, Jiang Yucheng looked about as tall as Hiukawa, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, as handsome as Hiukawa, only because he was older and his outline was clearer and more mature.
Compared with Zhou Chuan's mean and fierce look when he was silent, Jiang Yucheng actually had an approachable and kind face: when he was silent, the corners of his eyes were raised, and the corners of his lips naturally curled into an arc that seemed to be smiling...
At this moment, he looked at the man leaning against the edge of the hot spring pool with a towel on his head and playing with his mobile phone with a half-smile—
"Your ten-year fan glass is heartbroken." Seemingly accustomed to being stared at by him with such bewildering and kind eyes, Hiukawa remained unmoved, and even more meanly when he spoke again, he swished , "If Mr. L shows up half an hour later, you can hear your ten-year fans crying and howling... Ten-year fans, it's a good girl to use this time to find a man to fall in love with, and now her son should be able to Soy sauce, Jiang Yucheng, won't your conscience hurt?"
"I have no conscience."
"..."
"Just like you."
"Speak well." Hiukawa tore off the white towel from his head and threw it at Jiang Yucheng's face.
Jiang Yucheng put the porcelain wine bottle in his hand to the side of the pool, accurately caught the towel thrown by Riu Chuan, threw it into the wooden basin in front of him and pushed it away, and at the same time raised his eyelids and glanced at Riu Chuan: " Unlike Dai Chuan, who is in full swing, "The Vanishing Amusement Park" is the only work of Jiang Yucheng in the past two years. If it doesn't sell well, I will fall from the clouds and be ridiculed by everyone—do everything I can to build momentum for it and stand on the stage. Stand firm, what's wrong with me?"
If it was just teasing at the beginning, Jiang Yucheng's tone became a little serious in the end.
"...Why is the voice so loud?" Hiukawa rolled his eyes and plucked his ears, "I heard that the loud voice is due to a guilty conscience."
"..."
Jiang Yucheng paused for a moment, smiled, and said with a harmless and gentle expression: "To help "Moonlight" write the frontispiece plan, firstly, you will speak in person; secondly, there is no harm in promoting a wave of new articles in advance; thirdly, I also It really helped the little monkey—"
"Well, your work is really worth it, and without any effort, Yuanyue Club gave you a wave of free publicity with hundreds of thousands of copies of magazines as a free reward-this kind of short-term 'charity' that can't wait to get back the benefits. At most It can only be regarded as a transaction, how can it be said that it is doing someone a favor."
"...The debt of favor can only be recovered by asking for it yourself." Jiang Yucheng shrugged, but the kind smile on his face remained unchanged, "Didn't you say that the most valuable thing in the world is the debt of favor."
As Jiang Yucheng said, he walked to the edge of the pool—
Putting his hands on the shore, exerting a little force, the strong muscles on his arms swelled, and there was a splash of water, accompanied by a strong scent of medicine. The man stood barefoot by the hot spring pool, pulled off his bathrobe and put it on. …I found a random angle to take a picture of the hot spring and Hirukawa lying on the side of the hot spring and playing with his mobile phone in profile, with the back of his head enlarged and his muscles tensed, and posted on Weibo, positioning, and writing—
[Jiang Yucheng: A group of elderly writers, taking a hot spring recuperation with your male god Hikawa.]
As soon as Weibo was posted, the melon-eaters went crazy. Half of them were playing Sherlock Holmes and analyzed how handsome Hiukawa's face was according to his hair; At this moment, is Hiukawa wearing a mask? ! …
Everyone is very happy, Jiang Yucheng watched the soaring Weibo comments and laughed for a while. After posting Weibo, he lowered his head and glanced at the guy who was still leaning on the edge of the pool, fiddling with his phone carelessly—
It seemed that he was still talking to the little editor.
He walked over and stepped on Riu Chuan's shoulder with his big foot: "I can't see that you are quite soft-hearted. I just pretended to be Mr. L to guide her to come to me to sign this book and it will be serialized in "Moonlight", but I heard it."
When Zhou Chuan heard the words, his brows raised: "Then do you sign?"
Jiang Yucheng was silent for a while.
Then there was that standard harmless human and animal face: "I'll think about it."
Hiukawa pushed away the big foot that stepped on his shoulder, showing disdain: "An old-fashioned guy puts his airs on the sky... sign it, I have signed all "Luohe Divine Book", didn't you coax me and say: That's Yuanyue Society, it's compelling—now I'll give you the original words."
"No, it's none of your business whether I sign or not, why are you helping her like this?" Jiang Yucheng looked wary, "What's your intention?"
"Let you also enjoy the pleasure of being tormented by that annoying spirit." The man leaning against the hot spring pool shook the phone in his hand and said lazily, "I have never seen such an annoying editor in this circle for more than ten years. "
"...Then you still encourage her to torture me."
"When you come, she can harass you, distract the excessive energy, and stop torturing me."
"How to toss? Cook or feed the dog?"
"..." Zhou Chuan pressed down the phone, looked at Jiang Yucheng with a paralyzed face, "Speak well."
"It's because you are not a good person first. You said why you are like this. The little girl worked so hard to advise and proofread your book. If you don't know how to be grateful, it's fine, and you still despise him for pestering you..." Jiang Yucheng squatted down, He moved his feet and got closer to Hiukawa, stretched out a finger and poked him, "Why are you so ignorant?"
"Jiang Yucheng, don't imitate my father's language."
"Hey, that's right. Speaking of your dad, your dad called me the other day and told me that your Provincial Writers Association had a meeting and you... oops, you stared at me again, please do me a favor, I won't say it, I won't say it Well, anyway, you are a white-eyed wolf—if your dad and your little editor have a chance to sit together, they can probably talk bad things about you from morning to sunset without repeating the same thing."
"Don't be a white-eyed wolf, your father told you to stop writing horror and suspense and change to "Dream of Red Mansions", are you going?"
"I write? Who is Lin Daiyu's ghost falling in love with?"
"Look, you don't want to, so just shut up," the man lying on the edge of the hot spring pool moved his eyes, and then raised his head slightly as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "So what's the matter with your broken book?" Will you sign it for her?"
"What do you think?"
"As I told her, if you don't have a guilty conscience, you won't be shaken. Then here comes the question, Jiang Yucheng, you can have no conscience, but are you guilty?"
Jiang Yucheng looked at the misty water in the pool, thought about it seriously, and then nodded: "...a little bit."
"So, wonderful."
Zhou Chuan left Jiang Yucheng, who was standing on the bank, with a meaningful face full of self-seeking.
At this moment, the two master authors were chatting and laughing beside the hot spring, unaware that their words had become a prophecy—they were about to see with their own eyes just how "wrapping" Chu Li's "wrapping" can be.