"I said it when I entered the door. I'm here to ask you for help this time, so it's up to you to help or not." Huo Mingzhi replied.
"Then you can go back." Ji Lang turned on the computer and prepared to start working again. The meaning of refusal was very obvious.
Huo Mingzhi sighed, knowing that he was about to fail today, but he still said unwillingly: "If you are willing to help, I can show you all the information about the liver digger in the police station. Even in the future, if you need to write, I can provide you with materials."
Although most of Ji Lang's novels are dressed in fantasy, the main plots are actually criminal crimes, and most of the books he has published are real cases that can be found in the police files, but they are changed. Just name and location. Other readers may not be aware of this matter, but Huo Mingzhi is very clear. It was because of the clarity that he was so sure of Ji Lang's abilities, not just because of that "Crime Notes" many years ago.
He stared at Ji Lang for many years, and most of the cases Ji Lang wrote had already happened, so he deduced that Ji Lang must have collected data and reasoned it out after the case was solved. Now that he is willing to take the initiative to share the police's internal information with Ji Lang, Ji Lang will not have to work so hard to collect information in the future.
This inference is very reasonable. If it is a novelist who is addicted to reasoning, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist this temptation. But unfortunately, Ji Lang is a nightmare. He doesn't need to collect materials to write a novel, he only needs to go to the client's dream for a walk. He wrote novels not because of hobbies, but to dispel the shadows in his heart. Therefore, Huo Ming knew that the conditions were not attractive to him.
Huo Mingzhi waited for a while, and when he saw that Ji Lang didn't lift his eyelids, he knew it was useless, so he turned and left.
In the blink of an eye, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.
Dong Yongyuan was right, Ji Lang was not busy today, so he went downstairs at five o'clock to get off work.
"Boss." When Ji Lang came downstairs, Bei Fan was preparing to go upstairs with a script, and the two met at the stairs.
"Is something wrong?" Ji Lang stopped.
"This is the script I changed last night." Bei Fan stepped forward and handed the script he was holding.
Ji Lang glanced at it and didn't answer.
Bei Fan subconsciously shook, and hurriedly explained: "I really changed it last night. I planned to deliver it to your table early in the morning, but I didn't meet you later... What's the matter? I'll sleep after that. Come on, Brother Yi doesn't have my computer password either, so I just sent it here now."
The more Bei Fan explained, the lower his voice was, and he didn't feel afraid when he just planned to send the script upstairs. After all, his situation was excusable. No matter how harsh the boss is, he can't ask employees to give priority to finishing work even when their lives are in danger, but for some reason, when they meet their own boss, he will be short of breath for no reason, and he will not dare to explain too much. loud.
"So, you haven't woken up since morning?" Ji Lang asked.
"Huh?!" Bei Fan was taken aback.
"Looks like he slept well." Ji Lang has been looking at Bei Fan since just now. Encountering such a big event, this guy not only did not worry, but his complexion was better than before. As an editor who often stays up late to code words, he actually slept without even the dark circles under his eyes, right
"It's okay." When it comes to sleeping, Bei Fan has to admit that although he has encountered many things in the past two days, he slept well. He seemed to be dreaming when he was sleeping, and he didn't remember what he dreamed about, but he was in a good mood when he woke up. So much so that he was not so afraid of meeting the liver digger in the early morning.
Bei Fan was reminiscing about his beautiful dream, when he suddenly saw his boss's face was wrong, he suddenly shuddered.
Almost forgot that several people in their studio had secretly analyzed the reasons for the boss's bad mood all day. One of the most convincing ones is that the boss suffers from insomnia and poor sleep all year round.
Damn it, knowing that the boss has a sleep disorder, I still show off my sleep in front of him. Isn't this hatred.
"Cough, cough... Then what, thanks to the proprietress, the good dream doll she gave me might really have supernatural powers." Bei Fan was in a hurry, and pulled the proprietress over to block the gun.
Not divine power, but witch power.
Ji Lang naturally knew that Bei Fan's peaceful sleep was being helped by Wu Miaomiao's Good Dream doll, but he still felt uneasy. How could this guy just take a good dream doll to sleep peacefully, and he used the curse doll himself. , but can only sleep once a week.
"Do you want to take a few days off?" Ji Lang forced himself to stop thinking about sleeping.
"Holiday? No, no need." Bei Fan quickly refused, "I am more afraid of being alone in this situation, so I might as well work with everyone. Boss, don't worry, I will definitely concentrate on my work, and it will not affect the quality of the script. I promise."
"Whatever you want." Seeing Bei Fan's insistence, Ji Lang did not force a holiday, "Give me the script tomorrow morning."
"Yes, thank you boss." After Bei Fan thanked him, seeing that Ji Lang was still staring at him, he reacted for a while, and then he remembered that he was blocking the exit of the stairs, and he hurriedly flashed his body and let him out.
Ji Lang walked straight past him and walked to the reading area where Wu Miaomiao was.
When Ji Lang walked over, Wu Miaomiao was playing with a tablet. At the beginning, he thought that Wu Miaomiao was watching a drama or playing games, but when he got closer and saw a familiar webpage, he couldn't help frowning. : "If you don't read paper books, what do you do with e-books?"
That was the website page where he serialized the novel.
"Master, are you off work?" Wu Miaomiao raised her head in surprise.
"Yeah." Ji Lang snorted, took a glance at the tablet in Wu Miaomiao's hand, "Did you read this "Night Demon" yesterday?"
"I have read the book, but I haven't read the comments." Wu Miaomiao said.
"You took your tablet to swipe the comments?"
"Yeah, I knew that the book you wrote is so beautiful, Xianggong, and there must be many people who like it as much as I do. This website is what Dongdong told me." Wu Miaomiao said.
"Dongdong? Dong Yongyuan?"
"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao came to Ji Lang, swiped on the computer screen with her finger, and slid all the way to the top, pointing to an ID account called "Zihe's favorite wizard daughter-in-law" and said, "This is my name. , every book I just gave you has smashed the overlord ticket, I am your leader now."
Zihe is Ji Lang's pseudonym, which is two characters separated by Ji characters. And his novel website has a reader's reward function. The reader's reward is called a smashing overlord ticket, and the leader is a title that readers get after the reward.
Ji Lang looked at the hot-eyed ID name and felt his eyes hurt: "What's your name?"
"Yes. This account was registered by Dongdong for me. At first, he named Zihe's little daughter-in-law 1108. I asked him why he added a number to the end. He said that it means that there is already a daughter-in-law No. 1107 in front of him. But I'm obviously the real daughter-in-law, why should I wait in line at the back, and then I'll change my name. This name is fine, no matter how many names you have online, I'll be the only wizard." Wu Miaomiao said proudly.
Dong Yongyuan must have done it on purpose, otherwise Wu Miaomiao's brain would have thought of naming it in this area.
"..." Ji Lang was speechless, "How many overlord tickets have you smashed in one afternoon?"
"Not much, just a few thousand dollars." Wu Miaomiao originally planned to hit the top of the list with every book, but after learning about the amount of money needed for the top position, she gave up decisively.
"Then you know, I can only share half of the money you put in, and will I have to deduct tax after the share?" Ji Lang said.
"Ah?" Wu Miaomiao was startled, "That's not a loss."
"Don't smash it if you know it's a loss." Ji Lang said with disgust.
Eighty percent of the money is still the red envelope that he transferred to her yesterday.
"Well." Wu Miaomiao nodded heavily, her own money was her husband's money. If someone else smashes the overlord ticket, Xianggong will still earn half, but if you smash it yourself, Xianggong will lose half. This is too bad, inappropriate.
"Let's go back."
"Okay." Wu Miaomiao got up and went to the windowsill to put away the Good Dream Doll, which had been in the sun all day, and put it in her bag.
The two walked out and met Dong Yongyuan at the door who was rushing back from the outside: "Boss, lady boss."
"Why did you come back?" Dong Yongyuan went out to meet customers in the afternoon. Usually, in this case, he didn't need to rush back to the company, he could just leave work.
"I'll come back to pick up Bei Fan, and let him live at my house these few days." Dong Yongyuan said.
Ji Lang nodded and said that he understood, and was about to continue walking towards the parking lot when he saw Dong Yongyuan suddenly leaning in front of Wu Miaomiao with a flattering face: "Madam, can you also give me a good dream doll? I'll bring you a delicious crab yellow dumpling at the gate of our community tomorrow morning."
"Okay, here it is." Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up, she reached out and took out a good dream doll and handed it to Dong Yongyuan.
"Thank you, Madam." After getting the things, Dong Yongyuan happily went inside to find Bei Fan.
Ji Lang looked at the back of Dong Yongyuan's departure, and then looked at Wu Miaomiao who was sorting his backpack, and asked, "How many dolls do you have?"
"Not much, just five or six." Wu Miaomiao said.
"You are very generous, and you will send three out in a blink of an eye." Two Bei Fan and one Dong Yongyuan.
"It doesn't matter, it's actually not troublesome to make good dream dolls. As long as there are enough dolls, I can make ten or eight dolls a day. When they are used up, I will recycle the dolls, put them in the sun, and inject some magic power. It can be used again." Her good dream doll is the same as Xuanmen's spell, as long as she is willing to make it, there will be new ones.
"Can't Dong Yongyuan sleep without a good dream doll?" Bei Fan also let it go, barely excusable, but why send Dong Yongyuan
"That won't happen, but you can have a good dream with a good dream doll. Maybe he wants to have a good dream." Wu Miaomiao said.
"Are you going to give your doll to everyone?"
"Ah?" Wu Miaomiao was startled, why did she feel that her husband was a little unhappy
"After all, your doll is not an ordinary thing, it's better to use it sparingly." Ji Lang reminded politely.
Dong Yongyuan, you can fall asleep if you want, isn't that enough? I still want to have a beautiful dream, I really want to be beautiful.
"I see, the master also warned me before that there are only three things." Wu Miaomiao nodded earnestly, "Bei Fan only gave two because of the special circumstances. Dongdong has helped me a lot in the past two days. I gave him one. Don't worry, I won't give it again in the future, nor will I give it to others casually. "
That's more or less.
Ji Lang was instantly balanced, and his mood improved: "You haven't taken you out to dinner in the past two days, do you want to eat buffet barbecue?"
"Yes." Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up.
In the studio, Shan Junyi saw that Dong Yongyuan also came in with a good dream doll in his hand, and couldn't help asking: "Dongzi, what did you want from the boss? You really believe this good dream doll is useful."
"I think it's useful. You didn't look at Xiaobei. I've experienced so many things in the past two days, but my face is better than ours." Yi Guan said.
When the other two heard it, they approached Bei Fan together and looked at his face.
Bei Fan was horrified by the sight: "You... what are you doing."
"Wocao, looks better than me. Dongzi, I think you can leave him alone and let him live alone." Shan Junyi suddenly became unbalanced.
"It makes sense." Dong Yongyuan agreed.
"Don't, don't, I'm really a good dream doll's credit, really." Bei Fan hurriedly said, "How about you ask the lady boss for one tomorrow?"
Even if he has a big heart after falling asleep, he is not stupid when he is awake. If he goes home alone at night, he might as well stay in the studio and work overtime.
The three of them laughed when they saw that the teasing was almost done.
"But seriously, don't you think that the boss's complexion has been better than before? When I went to send the script in the morning, I found that the red blood in the boss's eyes was less." Analysys said that he found it.
"The proprietress is a minority, isn't it? Is it a secret method unique to the minority?" Shan Junyi guessed, "For example, the incense to help people sleep or something?"
"It seems to have a smell, which is very reassuring." Bei Fan grabbed the doll and sniffed.
"Then let's try one tomorrow?" Yi Guan listened to the two's analysis, and was truly moved.
What incense, that is spiritual power.
As soon as Dong Yongyuan got the Good Dream Doll, he felt an extremely slight spiritual power from the inside of the doll.