"Lao Liang, see if the author, I, was the one on TV yesterday?"

"Where?" Ziliang walked over and pushed the long river away, holding his head in front of the computer screen.

"Fuck!"

"I'm going to say you two should be careful? There are so many people." On the other hand, Zhusha frowned and looked at the two of them fiercely.

Ignoring her, Ziliang turned his head and looked at Changhe, "Awesome brother, I actually recruited a celebrity author. I tell you, this kid is very popular now, and he will make his debut soon after the show ends."

In an instant, Changhe felt like he was aged a few years. He reached out to smoke a cigarette, realized that this was the office and then put it down.

What a pity! If Fang Jing is not a eunuch, his monthly salary will be at least 4,000 or 5,000 yuan, and the year-end bonus will be less than 20,000 yuan. If he gets the newcomer king, he will have a bonus of 50,000 yuan.

But they are starring immediately, and they can just take advertisements for hundreds of thousands, so they can write novels. Most of them are eunuchs.

"Don't be discouraged! I heard that variety shows like them are not allowed to go out, and their mobile phones and communication tools are confiscated. Could this be the case so that they have not been updated?"

Ziliang knew that Changhe had just gotten married this year and had a mortgage of more than 200,000 yuan, so he was counting on Zhu Xian's disaster relief fund to help him.

Now that I have lost it all at once, I will definitely feel uncomfortable, so I comforted him.

"Yes!" Changhe's eyes lit up, "This is not impossible, why don't I go to the Magic City Satellite TV to urge me?"

Ziliang:...

"It's not true, brother, I'll know when I call you back and ask."

"Why not? Of course you are not tired if you don't have a mortgage of hundreds of thousands of yuan on you. If you pay more than 6,000 yuan a month, you can help me with the monthly payment?"

"Okay! You're brother, you have the final say, but you don't have to go now, right? It's almost noon, won't it be possible later?"

"Yes!" Changhe sat down again and said lightly: "You can drive me there later."

"Brother! You can't take a taxi? It's just a dozen minutes' drive!"

"I have paid all the money, and I only have more than thirty yuan on my body. If I can, I can save it."

Ziliang was almost crying, "Then I am not rich either. Can you rely on your conscience to squeeze me every day?"

Changhe snorted coldly, squinted his eyes and looked at him coldly, "Who taught you step by step when you first came? Who did you make a mistake and be criticized for giving you good things?

Who was not well-off at the beginning of last year? He went to my house to eat and drink every day? Last month…”

"Okay, okay! I'll send you there, can't I send you there?"

Ziliang really couldn't stand it. Who said he had a weak foundation? When he first came, Changhe took him, and he was half of his master.

"Oh! I'll pay it back sooner or later when I come out."

"Puff, hahaha! Ziliang, go early and come back soon! When you come, bring me a braised pork rice bowl."

Zhusha didn't know that they went to find Fang Jing, but only heard Changhe complaining for a while, and almost said that he would feed the Liang and grow up with a handful of shit and urine.

...

After checking in and resting, Ziliang went to the parking lot to drive his BYD around the gate. The long river was already waiting.

Taking advantage of the long river safety belt, Ziliang quickly took a photo of them with his mobile phone and posted it in the group.

"The boss of Changhe is coming in full force and is rushing to Duan Genggou's house with his knife. If you owe updates, please make up for it now!"

Cangtian Baihe: "Awesome, 666, which big guy has been flipped by Changhe?"

Ergen: "Who else can I have? The only one who has stopped updating recently has been Zhu Xian. I have been silent for three minutes."

Nanpai San Uncle: "I won't say anything anymore. I seem to hear a knock on the door. Let's open the door first."

Angry Banana: "I was so scared that I read the outline of my son-in-law and opened WD's liver for two thousand words."

Changhe looked at Ziliang with a silly smile and speechless, "What are you looking at? You are so happy."

"Ahem! No! The seat belt is tied and the old driver has left."

...

"Fang Jing, your relatives are looking for you."

"relative?"

I was free and was practicing guitar scene and jumped out of the bed, "Where did I get relatives?"

The security guard shook his head, "That's what the front desk said, I don't know anything else, you'd better go and have a look."

"It's not Teacher Xu, right? Didn't you hear her say she was coming?" Put on her shoes, Fang Jing ran out.

In the front hall of the first floor of the Magic City Satellite TV, Beihe held a glass of water and sat in the reception area with a dark face without saying a word. Ziliang secretly took a secret photo and posted it in the group.

"Everyone, I'm here! I'll wait for the boss to throw the cup as a sign."

Wangyu: "I'm going, I'm really going! He's a ruthless man, so scared that my hands are sweating when I write."

Nanpai Sanshu: "Shocked! The online author stopped updating, and the editor went to knock on the door in person."

Fengling: "Why is Uncle San so free today? Don't typing?"

Nanpai Sanshu: "I won't write it for the time being. I've been talking about it for several days."

Fengling: "Worship the big guy, Liuliu! Is this going to be put on the big screen?"

Uncle Nanpai San: "Low-key and low-key."

Third Young Master: "I have only been away for a few days. What's wrong with the group?"

Chen Xi: "I've said it, I'll watch the show."

Fang Jing came out and didn't see Xu Li, and there was no one he knew in the hall. "Are you leaving?"

When he arrived at the front desk, Fang Jing asked the staff, "Hello, I am Fang Jing. Did anyone look for me just now?"

Before the staff could speak, Changhe trotted from the sofa, "I! I'll look for you!"

Fang Jing's skin has turned much white during this period, and it is completely different from the time of transformation. Changhe did not recognize it for a while. Fortunately, Ziliang reminded him.

"Who are you……"

Fang Jing was stunned. When did he have such a relative at home? Why didn’t he know him?

"My long river!"

"Is it crazy? I'm still sunset!"

"Hahahaha!" Ziliang, who was standing beside him, burst into laughter. He didn't expect that the two would say this when they met.

"I am the editor Changhe!"

"I'm so concerned... Changhe?" Fang Jing came back to his senses, and then he remembered who it was. His editor Changhe, and the two of them had talked on Penguin many times.

Why did you come to the door? By the way! The reading headquarters seems to be in the Magic City.

Changhe breathed a sigh of relief, and his dark face finally returned to normal, "Are you the best handsome man in the world? The author of Zhuxian?"

Although Fang Jing shows the information, he still needs to confirm it himself in order to prevent others from stealing their ID cards.

"It's me! Why did Changhe Dada have time to come to me? If you have something, just send a notice from the penguin. I feel embarrassed to run over from afar."

The blue veins on the forehead of Changhe are leaping straight. What if my notification is effective, it is still necessary to come over?

Take a deep breath and calm down. Changhe showed a warm smile, "I'll send you a message, you didn't reply, and you called and turned off again. It just so happened that the road was not far away, so I came here in person."

Fang Jing laughed, "Then you just need to ask me for it, why have you become my relative?"

"Ahem! This is a misunderstanding. I thought so too, and it was all Ziliang's bad idea."

Ziliang:...

What does it have to do with me? Is it obviously your idea?

"Hello, Liangda! Lucky! Lucky!"

Fang Jing shook hands with Ziliang, and the supernatural editor Ziliang. Although he did not write the supernatural channel, he still heard of it.

"Don't stand, please do this."

Fang Jing knew that there must be something wrong with the two of them coming here, and he would never specifically ask him for autographs. He was not so popular yet.

When we came to the reception area, Changhe did not go straight to the point, but said lightly, "Fang Jing, how are you doing recently? Is it tiring to play while typing?"

There is no way, the rich one is the old man. Changhe’s monthly mortgage payment this month depends on the scenery. You’re welcome.

"It's not hard!" Fang Jing Buan played the cards in a routine, and almost choked the long river with one sentence. "I have always coded in advance and saved the manuscripts and set up timely releases."

"Fortunately, it's not a eunuch." Changhe thought he was in a stolen sense. "Then how many manuscripts do you have? Will it be insufficient?"

"I saved dozens of chapters, and it should be possible to use it for a while."

"Does of chapters? Can it last for a while?" Changhe felt that it was necessary to remind this young man of monthly payment, oh! Update.

"Ahem! You've used up all your saved manuscripts, haven't you noticed it?"

"No way?"

"You have four or five chapters a day, how many days are you enough for dozens of chapters? To be precise, you have been out of the process for three days."

"Is that true?" Fang Jing scratched his head. He was a little busy during this period. He couldn't remember it. It seemed that the time was really out of the process.
To be continued...