It was half an hour after Hiukawa climbed out of the hot spring again, tightened his bathrobe, and lazily bent down to pick up the mobile phone that was placed far away and looked at it: twenty-eight missed calls, tirelessly The mobile phone calls from 80% to 30% that make people want to call the police.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and was thinking about why this person was so idle, why she didn't harass Jiang Yucheng, what should I do with her, etc., when the twenty-ninth call came in.
Hiukawa: "..."
Really tireless.
It's nice to be young.
Sliding the keyboard and pressing the answer button, he said "Hello" to his ear and before he could speak, a voice on the phone that was furious and then upgraded to a new level of abnormal calm sounded: "Mr. Hikawa, you are finally willing to answer my call. "
"... I'm afraid that if you don't answer the phone again, you will run out of battery."
"Can you blame me? If you don't like answering the phone so much, why don't you try the 'OPPO R9S camera phone with five minutes of charge and two hours of talk time, this moment is clearer'..."
"Shut up and get to the point." Hirakawa left the hot spring, returned to the sofa in the room, raised Erlang's legs and shook, "Before you speak, let me explain, if you still want to persuade me to use that drawing hand, then I think you should do it now." You can hang up the phone, don't waste each other's time."
"No, teacher, wait a moment..."
There was a flurry of ringing on the phone, and Zhou Chuan heard the voice of that short-lived ghost, Lao Miao, who seemed to be calling Chu Li's name... The man frowned silently—
"I can't wait. Let's make it clear now, and again, if the cemetery you called twenty-nine times is to convince me to use Yu Niangniang as the cover, I don't think it is necessary—you think I face private messages all day long Asking me why I haven’t closed my pen, scolding me for writing so badly, and still living in the world, not daring to show my face so mysteriously, is it pretending to be a series of brain damage, etc. Isn’t it annoying enough? In the comments, there are eight thousand people asking [Why are you cooperating with Yu Niangniang! It’s so disgusting! I can’t buy this book with tears in my eyes! Fans turn to passers-by...] Who is responsible? Are you?”
Before Chuli could reply, Hiukawa had already answered for her: "You can't afford this responsibility."
Hiukawa said again: "If there are various accidents that cause the "Luohe Divine Book" to fail to sell, it's just a case of failure in your work. You can still pack up and encourage yourself to keep working hard, and then continue to sell Jiang and Yu with no bullshit loss. Cheng Cheng's "The Disappearing Amusement Park" or any other cat or dog book... What about me? I spent a year writing this article, and died because of some inexplicable things, who should I cry to?"
The man's voice was deep and calm, rare and plausible and very serious, he felt satisfied that the crow-like person on the phone quieted down, thinking that she was overwhelmed by his powerful courage—
This one was speechless and quiet as a chicken.
Undoubtedly, she can rank among the top three in terms of strength in her various image states, and win a "Most Cute Moment Potential Award" or something...
very good.
Taking advantage of the silence on the other side of the phone, Hiukawa continued to chase after the victory: "You originally said that you would sell me this book well, have you forgotten? Is this the attitude of you wanting to sell me this book well—why do I think you just want to sell me this book?" You're holding back your stomach and waiting to find trouble for me, huh?"
Hiukawa: "I signed the book to you at the price of selling cabbage in a low amount of rare earth production, but it doesn't mean that I will throw this book into the trash can and let myself go."
Hiukawa: "I also have dreams."
Hiukawa: "He Jiang Yucheng's salted fish is different."
Hiukawa: "Look at me, I was soaking in the hot spring road during my vacation, and I still answered your calls, while Jiang and Cheng's phones were turned off."
Hiukawa: "Why do you say you don't know what's good or bad—hello?"
Hiukawa: "...Hello?"
After the man delivered a hundred-character criticism, he found that the phone seemed to be "speechless" and a little too quiet, so why not give him a few "hmmmm"
What does quiet like a corpse mean
Just when the man took the phone from his ear to research whether it was damaged after playing by the water for the past two days, Chu Li’s voice suddenly sounded again: “Hello? Teacher, I’m back, let’s continue—about persuading you to use cocoons. Empress, that painter, our Yuanyue Society is completely out of commercial considerations... "
Hiukawa: "?"
Hiukawa: "Where did you go?"
Chu Li: "Xiao Bird asked for leave today. Just now, Lao Miao was in a hurry to ask me to check the next August issue of "Hua Li" promotional slogan and peripheral orders, and signed it... I said I was calling you. If you insist on letting me watch it first, I have no choice but to make you wait? Speaking of this, I want to say that "Hua Li", which they started together, has entered the promotion period, and we are still choosing the cover!"
Hiukawa ignored how fast "Hua Li" was progressing, and asked to himself: "... Where did our topic go before you left?"
Chu Li: "???? Didn't it go until I asked the teacher to wait-hello? Hello?? Teacher?? Teacher Hiukawa? Hikawa? Actor???"
First ceremony: "..."
Hikawa hung up the phone.
Chu Li was left behind staring at the phone that was beeping with a busy tone, with a confused face: How did I provoke him again? This inexplicable bastard opera singer!
Call again, can't get through.
…
Until that afternoon.
When Chuli calls someone's cell phone again and it shows that the line is busy, he is probably dragged into the blacklist, Q is blocked, and WeChat has not been able to add it so far. This person, Hiukawa, has officially and temporarily disappeared from Chuli's world. ——Chu Li had no choice but to put Zhou Chuan aside to dry for a while, and ran to advance another task that was assigned at the morning meeting: ask A Gui to ask which publishing rights of the articles she wrote are still there.
Ghost's answer is reassuring and sad—
[The ghost behind you: They're all there, how can a general publishing house want such a slanted and sexually oriented article!]
First ceremony: "..."
Thinking about it carefully, at this time, the regular book market in the market really did not get Danmei books issued by the ISBN, and some of the rental bookstores also purchased from Taiwan...
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Can you accept the deletion of ambiguous scenes if I want to give it to you?]
[The ghost behind you: If the Yuanyue Society is going to publish, delete the article to only one sentence "they lived happily together." My parents said: Dad, look, this is a book I wrote. The author of the Mao Dun Literature Award-winning book you were reading a few days ago is a colleague of the same publishing house as me!]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: ... ]
[Sailors invited by the monkey: What if the first print run is also relatively low? For example, there is only 81 million...]
[Ghost behind you: Give me money? Just give money.]
[The ghost behind you: I was so excited to sell five hundred copies of my personal journal that I couldn't sleep all night, and it was printed illegally... What is the concept of eight thousand, rounding it up to one hundred million!]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: ... ... ... You are really living in the heat of the water, and your optimism has not been affected at all.]
[The ghost behind you: Of course, you think everyone is the god Hiukawa, picky and picky.]
[The sailor army invited by the monkey: 360-degree rotation, the tiger landed and roared like it!]
Infected by Ah Gui's optimism, Chu Li also became optimistic. He quickly selected a few articles from A Gui's serialized columns on the website that were not too exaggerated, deleted or omitted topics that might be published, and filled out the form to make a brief introduction. , submitted the topic selection to Yu Yao for review... Yu Yao took a quick look at the topic selection form, and said "um" with satisfaction, and then asked casually: "Hiu Chuan still doesn't agree to the matter of painting hands. ?"
Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted. Chu Li thought for a while, and after holding back for a long time, he choked out four words: "Very stubborn."
With these four words alone, Yu Yao has personally witnessed Chu Li yelling at the phone twice in the morning, and of course he deeply understands that Chu Li is not easy... After thinking about it, he sighed: "Although I think the painter Cocoon is really It is quite suitable for "Luohe Divine Book", but if Hiukawa himself is not willing, then we still have to respect the author's opinion... After a while, you and Axiang will look for other suitable ancient style painters?"
Chu Li didn't say a word, he was probably doubting his life, did he have enough to eat when he worked so hard to grab the position of editor in charge of "Luohe Divine Book"? Yu Yao knew what she was thinking by looking at the expression on her face, and looked at Chu Li with a smile: "After all, Zhou Chuan is still a capable author, and it's normal for this kind of author to be difficult, please be patient."
Hatsune nodded, expressing that this was the only way to go—
Otherwise, what else can I do
Killed Hiukawa
Anyway, the contract has been signed, and at worst, the royalties will be used to donate to him a cemetery that will recombine his life as an actor.
After talking with Yu Yao, Chuli made an excuse to make excuses and stretched his waist out of the editorial office. When he came to the door, he found that it was raining again outside at some point.
Comparing with Hirukawa in my heart, the ghost who yelled "Sell it for money" is simply a little angel! Chu Li looked down at the phone in his hand, then turned on the camera and reached out to the railing to take a picture overlooking the tall building picture, and then edit the MMS and send it to the mobile phone user [Teacher Actor]—
A minute later, the mobile phone of the man who was far away from thousands of miles away, crossing his legs and thinking about what to eat for lunch, vibrated. Ten minutes later, there will be a bloody corpse of a female editor with a four-letter note saying "Hikawa forces me" in the center of the picture. "
Hiukawa: "..."
Three minutes later, Chu Li picked up his phone and turned on Q.
The first system message that popped up was: "Hikawa approved your friend application, now you can start a conversation!"
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I'll find some more painters.]
[Hikawa: Good.]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: .]
[Hikawa: .]
The two full stops express each other's annoyance at each other's eyes, and the helplessness of having to be tied to each other because of various chances and coincidences, and the struggle against fate.