Chuzheng came out of the bathroom, Anji was sitting on the sofa with a book in her arms, looking quiet and a bit well-behaved.
"It's getting late, I'll go back first."
An Ji heard the voice come back to her senses, he stood up, the book in his arms fell on the sofa, and said a little out of state: "I will send you."
"No, rest early." Chuzheng took the phone on the table and went out directly: "Good night."
Anji stood there and whispered back: "Good night..."
The door gradually closed, and the house fell silent.
An Ji sat back, took his mobile phone, and opened the Weibo, which he rarely logs in except for posting announcements.
The one I posted earlier has already been retweeted by many people.
An Ji did not read those contents, but searched for a name—68150216.
This string of numbers may be a string of numbers to others, but he is very familiar with it. This is his high school student number.
An Ji read all the content in that Weibo.
There are only more than 300 posts in total, but from the first Weibo post to the latest one, it's all about him.
Although…
It looks like a black powder.
Most of the content posted is quite long, and the black is well-founded, not the kind of casually scolding you.
An Jing rarely pays attention to things on the Internet.
Generally, it goes down when it is finished, and then comes up next time when you need to send something.
But how could she know his high school number
He has never exposed any of his realities on the Internet, and even in some interviews, he will avoid these questions.
An Ji switched back to WeChat and clicked on Chuzheng's chat interface.
Fingers typed two words and quickly deleted them.
what
Ask her why her Weibo is her student number
Or ask her why she wants to black herself
In the end, An Jing didn't ask anything, just pretended that she didn't see those things.
No matter what she had done, Anji didn't want to break this situation now.
An Jing couldn't sleep and didn't know what to do, so she sat in the living room all night.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
The doorbell rang.
An Ji was stunned for a moment, then quickly entered the bathroom, washed her face as quickly as possible, scratched her hair with her hands, and then went to open the door.
When the door opened, An Ji's expression stiffened, and there was a bit of boredom in her eyes.
"How did you come?"
Outside the door is a very young woman, covered in luxury goods, wearing big sunglasses, flaming red lips, revealing the sexy and charming of a mature woman.
The woman chuckled: "Not welcome?"
An Ji's tone was cold: "Miss Ren, what's the matter with you?"
The woman took off her sunglasses: "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
An Ji didn't intend to invite her in: "Miss Ren, we don't know each other well, so there's no need."
The woman is not angry: "Okay, let's talk about it here. Did you give Jiangnan Publishing House your new bookmark?"
"Yes."
The woman smiled and said coquettishly, "That publishing house is about to go out of business. You sign it to them. Do you think your book will be available on the market?"
An Ji frowned and didn't answer.
He has no choice at all now.
"Anji, my driving conditions are pretty good, why don't you think about it."
An Jing: "We are not suitable..."
Women don't care: "I don't need to be suitable, I just like you."
She reached out and tried to touch An Jing's face: "Let's each get what we need..."
An Ji avoided: "Miss Ren, I don't need it."
When the woman's finger fell, she was not embarrassed, she took it back naturally, flipped her hair, and said with a smile: "Then I'm looking forward to it, when you come to beg me."
The woman blows a kiss, puts on her sunglasses and leaves.
An Jing watched the woman leave, and the sound of high heels stepping on the stairs gradually faded away.
With his back against the door frame, he felt a chill.
This woman's name is Ren Qi. She is not from the publishing house, but she seems to be quite big. When she came to the publishing house, she bumped into him to talk about things, and she has been pestering him since then.
An Ji has been avoiding him, and now no publishing house dares to sign him because of her.
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Ren Qi went downstairs and got into the car, her face no longer smiling.
Ren Qi took off his sunglasses, threw them in the car, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Why did Anji sign with Jiangnan Publishing House? I don't know? What are you doing? Didn't I tell those people not to sign him? They already got the book number? How did they get it?"
The person on the other side didn't know what to say, and Ren Qi's face was very bad.
"I don't care what method you use, you must let them give up the silence!"
Ren Qi hung up the phone and glanced in the direction of the unit building.
Ren Qi wanted to suppress An Jing from publishing, but the publishing house didn't know what was going on, and suddenly it seemed like it had opened up.
The people she's looking for here can't hold them back at all when it comes to work.
Ren Qi ran to find An Ji twice again.
"An Ji, what kind of support did you find?" Ren Qi grinned, "is there any difference between others and me?"
An Ji's eyes were full of boredom: "Miss Ren, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm talking nonsense?" Ren Qi sarcastically said, "Xiang Yue didn't let it go. How could the publishing house that is about to go out of business proceed so smoothly
She also made people keep making trouble for them.
As a result, the preparations are almost done over there, and they will soon go to the factory for printing.
But Anji didn't know anything about it.
The publisher did not inform him of any problems.
Of course he didn't find any backing...
But judging from the fact that he had not dared to sign from a publishing house before, Ren Qi must have done a lot of things behind the scenes. Why would the publishing house have no problems at all
"I don't know." An Ji suppressed the doubts in her heart: "Miss Ren, please stop harassing me."
"Harassment?"
Ren Qi was probably amused by this word.
"Anji, what's wrong with me? If you want anything, you can stay with me for a while, and I don't want you to like me. I promise that people will make you more famous. With such good conditions, what do you have? Unsatisfactory?"
Anji: "I don't need this."
If he wants to rely on his face to eat and write books, he can go directly to the entertainment industry.
and…
He doesn't like Ren Qi.
For such a transaction, he would rather not write a book in the future than do it.
Ren Qi: "Don't waste my patience, I just want to think, your book still won't be available on the market."
"Then I recognize it too, Miss Ren, goodbye."
An Ji closed the door, blocking Ren Qi's angry and shocked sight.
Outside the door, Ren Qi's chest moved up and down.
Ren Qi turned and left aggressively, and bumped into Chuzheng on the stairs. Before Chuzheng could speak, she first yelled angrily: "How do you walk? Do you have eyes?"
Ren Qi was angry in her heart, but she just vented, and didn't mean to argue.
After scolding that sentence, Ren Qi went straight downstairs.