Lu Weifu upstairs

Chapter 94

The plot of "I Don't Want Superpowers" has progressed to the second half, but the editors suddenly realized that their boss had disappeared.The person who replaced the boss to exercise power was a minister he recruited shortly after he took office. He said he was a minister, but he was actually just a polished commander.

A week after Xu Yihan disappeared, Fang Wen asked Zhang Li, "Where did Mr. Xu go?"

Zhang Li shrugged: "I don't know either."

Fang Wen pursed his lips, looking a little uneasy: "Now it's the most critical time, why is he gone now?"

Zhang Li smiled: "Okay, isn't everything going well?"

Fang Wen looked at Zhang Li, hesitant to speak.

Maybe Zhang Li didn't know, maybe she knew but didn't care—the confusion and dissatisfaction with her spread from all over Weilan.The news first came from the financial office. Zhang Li raised money from the financial office twice, once for [-] yuan and once for [-] yuan.Because of Mr. Xu's order, she could even confuse the reason for the withdrawal with just a sentence of "competition expenditure".

In addition, after the six authors appeared in real life, Zhang Li put a lot of energy into the behind-the-scenes video of the competition. She even made a series of videos for the three authors, Shidu Qianqian, Yun in the second year, and Pink Meow. From meetings to daily life, the lives of the authors are revealed on the Internet in videos.

The fans are naturally cheering, especially the tens of thousands of fans - in the first episode of the video, their goddess finally took the title of "goddess" well-deserved: gorgeous villas, luxury goods everywhere, Books lining the entire wall, authentic and natural English pronunciation... Of course, the most important thing is her pretty face.

Zhang Li even asked Fang Wen as the host to conduct a face-to-face interview with Shidu Qianqian. Soon, the video of the interview was circulated wildly by the Internet circle.Not only Yuandan readers, but also many romance readers and male readers who are keen on harem literature, know the existence of ten degrees and thousands of people-high-value, high-educated and wealthy, but still conscientiously create. How sincere is this for literature? love?Immediately after that, Weilan Literature.com discovered that local wealthy readers had tipped Shiduqianqian 1 yuan every day for six consecutive days.The tens of thousands of fans were so excited that tears filled their eyes, and there was even an activity in the fan group: daily tipping and signing in.

Shidu Qianqian has more than one million followers on Weibo and more than 50 column collections. On the tipping list, she also leaves the other six authors far behind.

Everyone in the circle tacitly said: Ten degrees and thousands of gods.

And this is also the reason why many editors are very disgusted with Zhang Li.There was even a female editor with a straightforward personality who had just started working and complained to Fang Wen: "Editor Fang, why are you willing to do that interview?"

Fang Wen said awkwardly, "What happened to that interview?"

"It's not about the interview, it's ten thousand degrees!" The editor said angrily, "The author speaks through her works, but her works, if you tell the truth yourself, are her works good enough to deserve such publicity?"

Fang Wen didn't know how to answer. He was standing next to the water purifier with a water glass in his hand, either leaving or staying.

"It's too unfair to other authors. She can get so much publicity just because she's pretty and has money? Then we can just hold auditions, and all Bai Fumei who want to write articles will come to Weilan as authors." , the packaging is on fire."

These words are simply mean, although Fang Wen said ten thousand degrees, Fang Wen felt like a sharp blade was scratching his face.

In the end, he still didn't answer anything, and almost fled out of the tea room in embarrassment.

Zhang Li hosted the game on Xu Yihan's behalf, and Zhang Li is his girlfriend - there are some things he really can't say.It seems ridiculous. He has worked in so many website editorial departments and magazines like a guerrilla war, and has quarreled with colleagues or superiors countless times. He also knows that many people who have worked with him say: "Hey Fang Wen Ah... this person is too serious." But this time he was no longer serious, not only not serious, but even despicable.

why?Maybe it's because he finally compromised. He heard that a former colleague who deducted the author's fee was promoted step by step, and saw the popularity of the author he had brought after he followed other editors. He also ran into someone who has always admired The author, that person has been writing for more than three years but has not become popular. Fortunately, he has a high degree of education and is now engaged in the financial industry. He wears a Burberry watch on his wrist.

Fang Wen chatted with him and asked him if he still writes in his spare time?

He waved his hands and laughed loudly: "I don't write anymore, I don't have time. I work overtime every day-and what are you writing for? The manuscript fee earned in three years is not as much as my salary in three months."

Fang Wen gradually realized that he had too high expectations for this industry, and it would not be wrong to pay with sincerity—he knew that the works that attracted him to give his sincerity were worthy of his sincerity, but he has gradually realized that it is right to give sincerity , but he put in a little effort.This is nothing more than an industry. If everyone wants to make money and compete, there must be unfairness, and there must be people who leave frustrated and those who have the last laugh.He will be disappointed if his expectations are too high. To paraphrase the current popular saying-literature is not worth it.

So he wants to be with Zhang Li well. It is so rare that he loves her and she loves him. Although they have differences in some ideas, life is not supported by ideas after all. Life is the warmth in the middle of the night and the hearth. The duck soup was simmering, and Zhang Li was playing games in his arms.Fang Wen felt that the presence of these things was enough to fill their differences.

Maybe love made him a bad person, but love itself was good, and it was him who was bad.

The ninth day of Mr. Xu's loss of contact was a happy Friday filled with holiday atmosphere.Fang Wen got off work on time, first went to the supermarket to buy Hetian red dates, then went to the vegetable market to buy Coke, ginger, minced meat and Hericium erinaceus.Zhang Li has been suffering from a cold for the past two days. He plans to cook ginger cola, steam red dates and rice together, and make meatball soup with minced meat and Hericium erinaceus.

However, Zhang Li didn't get home until after ten o'clock in the evening. Her shoulders were slumped and she looked extremely tired.

"Why didn't you ask me to pick you up?" Fang Wen took her bag.

"I forgot to check the time during the meeting..." Zhang Li threw herself on him and let out a long breath.

"You take a break first, I'll heat up the dishes, huh?"

Zhang Li smiled, put her arms around his neck and kissed him: "You are so virtuous."

This night seemed to be the same as many nights before, he or she came back from overtime, they had dinner or supper, then took a shower, hugged and chatted, and played with their phones.

The only difference is that when Zhang Li was taking a shower in the bathroom, Fang Wen vaguely heard her answering the phone.He was surprised why Zhang Li took her mobile phone into the bathroom, and then thought about it, she has a lot of things to do now, maybe she is afraid of missing important calls.

The sound of water in the bathroom was splashing, Fang Wen couldn't hear Zhang Li's voice clearly, but only vaguely heard her say: "It's late."

After a while, Zhang Li came out wrapped in a bath towel. Usually, she would change her pajamas in the bathroom. If she didn't change her pajamas, it meant that she would have to take off her pajamas later.

She was covered in moisture, and stood in front of Fang Wen, slim and graceful. Although her dark circles were a bit heavy, she was still very beautiful in Fang Wen's eyes.

"Editor Fang," she smiled strangely, "Stop watching TV?"

Fang Wen's face was a little hot: "...Didn't you catch a cold?"

"A little cold, it's almost gone."

So they fell on the bed together.At the moment of orgasm, Fang Wen put his arms around Zhang Li, feeling a burst of satisfaction in his heart. He has a lovely girl, and he knows everything about her: measurements, the color of her breasts, the pose she likes, the tone of her raving in her sleep, the sound of her voice in the morning. The silent wake-up breath...

He forgot that he didn't know the phone call in the bathroom.

Xu Yihan called. Xu Yihan said to Zhang Li that there is no need to give Shidu Qianqian a reward, and that she will only be regarded as an ordinary author in the future, an ordinary author like Donaldson Pink Meow.

Zhang Li said regretfully, Mr. Xu, it's too late.