You can't afford to hurt a man who puts a marriage notice in a pirated text

Chapter 23

The editor of the publishing department said excitedly to Bailuyuan: [Shuangzhao Building has already left the factory. 】Bai Luyuan can't wait to roll his eyes.

The publishing editor continued: [It has already been published. 】

Bai Luyuan said: [Oh. 】

The editor of the publishing department shook him vigorously and said: [Hey!Why don't you be more happy TVT... It's finally coming out!Everyone has been rushing to work for a long time...] Bailuyuan became even more angry.

He lost a sentence in a bad mood: [I am so happy!This week, I have to write [-] words every day! 】The publishing editor was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: [Oh, did Xiaoniao push you on the homepage...] Bai Luyuan looked at the screen angrily.

The publishing editor coughed, looked at him with some sympathy, and said: [Well...you work hard...Actually, [-] words is not difficult to do...] Bai Luyuan only felt that he was even more angry.

The publishing editor was sitting in the office thousands of miles away, only to feel the strong low pressure from the infinite bit torrent on the opposite side of the screen—even though it was a sunny day outside, she couldn't help shivering.

Especially when thinking of the stimulation that Bailuyuan has received during this period...

That blog post from the other day...

She didn't want to mention...

However, work is work.She could only bite the bullet, and said with a full face: [That... the promotional activities after leaving the factory, you...] Bai Luyuan said in a bad mood: [What are you referring to? 】【Signing... interview... meeting... what...】【No. 】Bai Luyuan rolled his eyes, and thought to himself that I am too busy to go to work![-] more per day!

[But...but! ] The editor hurriedly said, 【It won't take too much time! ...Okay... New book signings are definitely required... The top 500 people who pre-ordered in Frame Mall, the top [-] people who pre-ordered in Dangdang... and dozens of readers selected from Sina Weibo forwarding and so on... ...all signed books will be given away!All of these must be signed by you yourself! 】Bai Luyuan raised his eyebrows: 【How many copies do I have to sign in total? 】【Probably... at least [-] copies.If you... have time, why don't you come to the Beijing headquarters?It just so happens that the author conference is about to start...] Bai Luyuan spat out a mouthful of blood on the screen: [You might as well let me die! 】The publishing editor Nei Niu said with a full face: 【Hey!Hello!This is a must ah big! 】Bai Luyuan wiped the blood from his lips, and said word by word: 【You can find someone else to sign on your behalf, I won't say anything about it. 】The editor's expression cracked in an instant: 【Hey! ! !Hello! ! ! !Bailuyuan, you can't do this! ! ! ! ! 】Bai Luyuan said: 【It doesn't matter who you ask to sign, as long as they get someone's signature.As for whether I signed it or not, who cares. ] The editor froze for a moment.

The desolation and loneliness in these words are like the tea leaves in the tea...so full that it will overflow.

However, the editor still shook his head and continued to type: [How can this work...and there will be a public signing event later, don't you plan to go...] [I don't want to go. 】【Hey... But many readers want to see you...】

Bai Luyuan looked at the word count in the writing software, and said in a distraught state: [You can do whatever you want, I'm busy writing, let's talk about it later. ] After speaking, he turned off QQ.

The editor of the publishing department looked at the grayed out dialog box, only feeling worried.

Many writers have all sorts of questions.Psychological, physical, from political stance to value orientation, from family reasons to personality problems, and even the confusion caused by writing is enough for them to drink a pot, especially when there are blood rains from the Internet anytime, anywhere. Xingfeng fights in various ways... just like what Bailuyuan is doing now.

——The author who was pinched and irritated, you can't afford to hurt!

But there was nothing she could do.

Indeed, many editors have to enlighten their own writers: "How are you doing recently? Have you got any new ideas? No? Why, unhappy? Why are you unhappy? Tell me?—Cavin? What happened? Don't go out for a walk? —— Was pinched? Don't think so much, relax, the fight is just a cloud, the work is real, write well..."

I don't know why, but I feel that Bailuyuan will be more angry if he says this.

The big push on the homepage that many people are jealous of is a burden to him. Even things like reader signings can be used to make fun of himself. Benefit……

Maybe... what he needs is more than just writing.

……

On the other end of the Xiaonei network, Mao Qiuqiu was staring at the screen motionless, and in front of him were several pages that had been automatically refreshed——

["Shenzhou sinks land and saves the Tianhe" - the latest chapter -]

[Frame Mall - "Shenzhou Shenlu: A Tale of Two Photos of the Tower" in three volumes... Hot launch... Pre-sale is about to start, please wait patiently! ...] [Dangdang.com - "Shenzhou Shenlu: A Tale of Shuangzhaolou" all three volumes-pre-sale will start soon...The first 100 pre-orders will get the author's signature edition! 】Of course, these pages haven't been posted yet.

He yelled in the group: [TVT just saw on the Weibo edited by the frame that the Shuangzhao building has left the factory... When will the pre-sale be opened! ! ! 】The masses without exception are some meaningless words of irrigation 【Patience meow meow】【Touch your watch to be anxious】【Hee hee you really love Bai Da Da we already understood】...

That row of big pink characters with the number 12 shining extremely dazzlingly—and that long row of Tuzki, with a paralyzed face on top of it, made Bailuyuan look like he wanted to fight.

Yes, Bailuyuan opened QQ again.

He should obviously write an essay... But at this moment, his whole head hurts, and his emotions are in a mess.

——Obviously there are [-] words of tasks left!

——Obviously, I should think about how to write today!

But by accident, as if he couldn't bear the loneliness, he turned off the two QQs in turn and turned them on again.

Bai Luyuan simply cast aside such an unconscious self!Especially, the cognition of "I can't bear to be lonely anymore"...he himself was furious!

So, when he saw the eye-catching pink characters in size 12, he frowned, and couldn't help saying: [Are you waiting for the pre-sale of 100 autographs? ][Mao Qiuqiu]: [TVT Bai girl, you are back again... I thought you had already downloaded...][Mao Qiuqiu]: [=ω=Of course I am waiting for Dangdang and Frame Mall to open the pre-sale~ 】Bai Luyuan frowned, ignoring the crowds who poured in one after another【Ah, sister Bai Jie, jump~】【Sister Bai Jie, please date~~】【Sister Bai Jie, please bury your chest! ]——said bluntly: 【Not necessarily open. 】【Mao Qiuqiu】: 【How come!Both Dangdang and Frame Mall have said they are about to open~] [Mao Qiuqiu]: [(⊙o⊙)...Does Miss Bai have any inside information! ...] Bai Luyuan said irritably and somewhat unconsciously: 【I mean he doesn't necessarily want to sign a book, maybe he doesn't want to sign for readers at all. 】Mao Qiuqiu froze for a moment.The line of words on the screen is very small, it is too small compared to the size 12 pink characters... But it is like a tiny needle, poking at the tip of the heart, little by little.

He smiled slowly and wryly, and said: [Yeah...a person like Bai Dada...he doesn't even like to reply to readers' comments...let him sign 100 books for promotion or something...] Bai Luyuan said mercilessly: [And it doesn't necessarily have to be signed by him himself, who knows who Dangdang and Frame Mall will find to forge in batches. 】Bai Luyuan felt that his words were quite reasonable.

Originally, this kind of thing was normal.China is a big country of counterfeiting. Aren't many so-called celebrity signatures fake?Besides, this kind of signing is just for promotion, and it means little to those who really want to read... How do you know if the book sent by express is signed by Bai Luyuan himself?

He thought a little meanly, most people buy this so-called author's signature edition just for the sake of face and showing off.

However, compared with melamine and beef paste, this kind of fraud does not pose any social harm, and it is really normal.

To his surprise, after Mao Qiuqiu sent another Tuzki with a full face, he slowly said a word: [I know...] [Mao Qiuqiu]: [TAT...I know... 】【Mao Qiuqiu】:【I know that even if I get the book, it might...not be signed by him...maybe...it doesn't make any sense...】【Mao Qiuqiu】:【But!That's Da Da Bai! ...OTZ...he is my favorite Bai Da Da! 】Bai Luyuan suddenly felt that he had been slapped.

[Mao Qiuqiu]: [TAT...Bai girl...I can't do anything for him...I don't know what I can do...but I am...I really like him...][Mao Qiuqiu]:【 I also want...no matter what it is...to do something to support him...even if...looks stupid...TAT I don't care...] [Mao Qiuqiu]: [I know he looks like... I don't care about readers... But, I care about him! 】Bailuyuan escaped offline again almost in embarrassment, leaving behind the torrent of thousands of bits in those QQ groups asking for friendship, pink 12-size characters, and face-sweating Tuzki all over the screen.

[I know he doesn't care about readers... But, I care about him! 】In the past few days, all the irritability, rage-like dissatisfaction, those grievances and vague grievances... I thought it was impossible to tell, I thought it was just a vent, and it would be like all the past, like the ripples on the surface of the sea The same sank into the bottom of the sea, covered by a seemingly indifferent and rational expression, and then named by this rational self-deprecating self-deprecating "people can't be too simple toonaive"...

He stumbled all the way, and lived with anger in his heart until now. Like everyone in this world, in the end, it seemed that the edges and corners had been smoothed by the years, and all that was left was a face of indifference.

He thought that only when he was typing on the keyboard late at night and writing quickly, the little beast in his heart would come out screaming and spraying in the world covered with icicles—the Ice Age was as cold as this world, but The hottest blood flows from the chest of his little beast, and those angry hot blood will burst forth, and will make thunder roll from the sky.

But...but why, why is the little beast in his heart barking at this moment?

He could feel it, it grinned at himself in the tree hole, waved its claws to scratch him, and gnawed hard at his heart full of holes.

So he had to run off the line in embarrassment... He couldn't face him again.

That's when he realized how naive he was... no, maybe his naivety never changed.

——He is angry and dissatisfied with the world, and with people who don't understand his works, but can he vent these anger and dissatisfaction on the readers?

——He has dissatisfaction and hatred for pirated texts, for which he hates his readers and wants to torment him for no reason.Yes, Mao Qiuqiu, or Chen Guancheng, a student in the Chinese class of the Faculty of Arts, is indeed persistently stealing his essays, but he is also...seriously supporting himself.

Bai Luyuan sincerely felt that he suddenly woke up from the sinking during this period—yes, he was as ridiculous as a child during this period!

June [-] is over, he shouldn't lose his temper anymore.

Of course, Mao Qiuqiu didn't understand the difficult mental journey his girl Bai Jie was going through at this time.In fact, he was somewhat disappointed but expected to see her—offline again.

The white girl who comes and goes without a trace.

Of course the crowd was making fun of him, and he could only continue to fight with them—however, at this moment, his QQ group in the lower right corner coughed violently, and a kind verification message popped up: [Hello, I am Apple, the planner of the Shuangzhaolou radio drama.We have listened to the audition you sent to the mailbox, can I talk to you? 】Student Chen Guancheng sat on the bed in the dormitory and stared at the typesetting for three full seconds.

Then he yelled suddenly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

"Shut up, gay!" The other three people in the dormitory immediately shouted at the same time.