The thought of sending readers away was of course just a whim in Mei Qian's mind. He really didn't dare to update every month and honestly posted all the manuscripts without leaving any behind.
The unexpected addition of updates made the comment area lively again, and the number of monthly tickets and rewards increased instantly.
Mei Qian looked at it for a few times and then threw down the phone. He had no choice but to keep typing, and he was feeling hungry.
However, while he was watching TV and making up for his lunch, Zhang Yu's call also came over.
I guess this guy went crazy during his sick leave. Not only did he keep reading his novels, but his skills in chatting on the phone were also getting better and better.
Mei Qian noticed that the other party was looking for something to talk about, and kept tossing and turning without getting into the topic. He immediately became impatient, gnawed the chicken leg clean in twos, and asked: "Tell me, what's the reason for your call?"
Sure enough, Zhang Yu changed the subject: "Are you going to cause trouble again by writing this new book?"
Mei Qianhanhu responded: "Well, what did you say? What are you doing?" Ning Chi on the other end had already muted the TV sensibly. He glanced at it, but still walked to the balcony holding his mobile phone.
At this time, the other person on the phone said again: "Didn't you keep saying that the Tang Sancai fox was bought by Li Jiayuan? Has the secret been exposed this time? It was really stolen from the tomb."
Mei Qian paused and sighed: "Lao Zhang, I thought you just had bad kidneys at first, but it turns out there is something wrong with your brain too. Do you understand what a novel is?"
"Really?" There was a sneer on the phone: "When we first interrogated you, we only told you that the fox and the funerary objects in the tomb were a pair, but we didn't tell you which tomb it came from, right? How did you know?
?" At this point, the volume was lowered to a very low level: "Don't quibble, the ancient tomb described in your new book, both in terms of geographical location and natural environment, is consistent with the ancient tomb prepared by the Archaeological Bureau. The ceramic fox really came from that tomb.
Tomb, please don’t tell me this is all a coincidence.”
Mei Qian rolled his eyes and asked: "Old Zhang, you really should take a good look at your head. Yesterday you ruined my life and just slept for one night and then forgot about it? Tang Sancai Tang Sancai, I have written so many tomb robbing novels, but only one Tang Sancai
Tomb, do you think I know?"
When there was no response on the phone, he emphasized in an unhappy tone: "Returning old scores, right? OK, I admit that the Tang Sancai yellow-glazed fox was obtained by robbing a tomb a hundred and fifty years ago. You should report this important clue quickly.
Arrest me, do you believe what I wrote?"
He deliberately emphasized the key word "one hundred and fifty years ago", which indeed dampened the arrogance of the opposite Zhang Yu.
After a moment of silence, a long sigh came from the phone: "I just think that this new book is more dangerous than all your previous works, so you should take care of yourself!"
After saying this, only the sound of "Dudu" was left in my ears, and the call was hung up.
Mei Qian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Through the last sentence, and connected with Zhang Yu's various temptations and hints after taking Dahuan Dan, he could only sigh in his heart. As expected of a criminal police officer, he could guess such outrageous things.
Nine is inseparable from ten.
When he turned around and saw Ning Chi staring at this place for a moment, he muttered angrily: "I'm so crazy about what a scumbag is doing..."
Back on the sofa, after a few bites, I was full. I waved my hand to Ning Chi to put away the lunch box, crossed my legs and started smoking, very leisurely.
When Ning Chi picked up the phone again, Mei Qian looked at him sideways and said, "Your kid has been wandering around all over the place lately. You don't have to go see a psychiatrist every day. Is this a special situation?" Then he smiled and said, "Doctor Chen is so intellectual.
Beauty, I match you well."
Ning Chi looked at him with a ghostly look for a long time, and sighed: "Brother, didn't you ask me to consult with Maomao about repairing the villa together? Whether he is worthy or not, Dr. Chen Chen has a child, how can you do it?
Don’t talk nonsense.”
Mei Qian was embarrassed, and then she remembered that she was troubled by the extra memories a few days ago, and was upset when people were walking around in front of her, so she simply found a reason to send people away, but she forgot about it.
He secretly cursed himself for being suspicious and quickly changed the subject: "You are almost old enough to fall in love. You have been running around outside these days and you don't like anyone?"
Ning Chi pouted: "I'm not in a hurry, why don't you take care of Maomao first?"
After being chatted to death for the whole day, Mei Qian simply got up and prepared to go back to the study to save more manuscripts.
However, before opening the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around and said, "It's not an option to be alone like this all the time. It's the annual vacation in a few days, and both you and Maomao will find a partner on your own."
"Ah?" Ning Chi was dumbfounded and said nonchalantly: "I'm leaving, what should I do here?"
Mei Qian did not answer, but closed the study door with a bang...
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Giving the assistant a holiday, to be precise, asking Ning Chi, a follower, to leave for a while was purely Mei Qian's last-minute idea.
Because of that phone call just now, the thought of verifying the memory in my mind arose again, and I couldn't suppress it no matter what.
It seems like I have to go out and have a look.
Moreover, this operation is only suitable for one person. Although Ning Chi is a follower who is more satisfactory to him, it is far from the level of confessing his secret.
The same goes for Zhang Yu and Maomao.
It's sad to say that at this point, he can't even fully trust his own memory.
Of course, what to do next needs to be carefully considered.
What Mei Qian needs most now is to update the novel to make the memories in his mind more vivid and concrete, instead of being in a vague state of thinking about bits and pieces but always getting stuck...
"Nowadays, Chao Gang is in chaos and evildoers are everywhere. If you want to survive, you have to be brighter in your moves. You have to give up when you have to. Having too many contacts with official people is just seeking death..."
These words were not spoken by Mei Qian, a good citizen, but by his master Jiao An's sigh.
Although Mr. Jiao An, known as "Iron Shovel" in the world, is slovenly and looks like a miserable man, he comes from a family of tomb robbers and is a serious man who has read books and knows the truth of the situation.
After discovering that the ninth-grade official's attitude towards their group of tomb robbers had changed, the old man decisively found an opportunity and ran away overnight with Mei Qian, the only remaining disciple.
Because he knew that the Taoist priests might return to Dongshan to collect some reward money. They, the tomb robbers, had no use value. It would be fine if they could be put into prison alive. If not, how could they run away now?
The old man's wife died and his son died young, and Mei Qian was a visitor from outside the country. Why is it difficult to leave the homeland? They don't have the slightest psychological burden.
It was already a year after I fled south and settled down.
In fact, the old man was not too satisfied with the frail Mei Qian. If his eldest disciple had not suffered internal injuries due to a fight with the drought demon and died after leaving the tomb, he would have left some incense so as not to bring this burden with him.
However, after getting along for a long time, I found that this young disciple was quite smart and filial, so I truly accepted him and slowly began to teach him some real skills, and later he even taught me everything he had...