"It's really hard to write a novel now. Some people are scolding me for being a eunuch, and for my new book, some people even claimed to report it for being too slow." Mei Qian moved her fingers on the phone screen, deleting dozens of book reviews while deleting them.
While complaining.
"Haha!" Ning Chi, who was curled up on the sofa, pouted: "You are so embarrassed! Don't forget that I am also a reader. If I were not so familiar with it, I would really like to lock you in a dark room and force you to update."
"Nothing big or small!" Mei Qian raised his head leaning on the recliner, glared at him dissatisfied, and asked: "No, it's already a holiday, why are you still staying at my house?"
Today is the first day of New Year's Day, and he specially gave his two assistants three days off. Well, although the work is not busy, it makes no difference whether they take a holiday or not, but life must have a sense of ritual, right? As a conscientious boss, employees
Leave and benefits must be guaranteed.
Maomao hummed, and only sent blessings on social media, without mentioning work! On the other hand, Ning Chi, this guy came here early in the morning, and then played games at his house. What does this look like?
"My parents are gone and my relatives are estranged. Why not be happy here with you and still have a few meals to eat." Ning Chi picked up the apple on the coffee table without peeling it, opened his mouth and took a bite.
"This is the first time I've seen someone take the initiative to work overtime during the holidays!" Mei Qian sneered.
"This is also the first time I've met an author who crazily deletes book reviews on New Year's Day." Ning Chi replied, this guy is talking more and more casually now.
Mei Qian shook his head and was about to say something else, but then the doorbell rang, and Ning Chi hurriedly ran to open the door.
Thinking that Maomao was coming, I turned my head and glanced, but I didn't expect that it was a tall old man who came in.
"Hey, isn't this Officer Zhang? He's here to pay New Year's greetings before the deadline. Why didn't he bring a gift?" Mei Qian lazily stood up and invited everyone to take a seat, but he was not polite at all.
The person who came was an acquaintance, Officer Zhang Yu. He was still wearing a police uniform when he came to the door. He must have been on holiday, so I didn’t know what was going on this time.
Zhang Yu didn't get angry because of his words. He happily sat on the sofa and said, "I happened to be working on a case nearby, and suddenly I remembered that someone seemed to be in seclusion at home, so I came over to see if he was still angry."
Mei Qian curled his lips and turned towards the wine cabinet. While rummaging for tea, he looked up casually and glanced at the reflection on the side of the sofa on the glass. He saw that Zhang Yu and Ning Chi's eyes did not meet at all, as if they were not familiar with each other.
Sitting aside, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
Then he regained his smile, took out the souvenir tea leaves he had received from the previous meeting, and handed them to Ning Chi before sitting back on the sofa and asking, "You, Officer Zhang, are a busy man. What do you want me to do this time?"
In fact, he could more or less guess why the other party came.
Sure enough, Zhang Yu took out a brand new book directly from his bag and put it on the coffee table: "What do you think this is?"
Mei Qian drooped his eyelids: "You want me to sign it for you? No problem!" What was in front of him was his latest publication "I Heard I'm a Tomb Robber". He didn't even need to look carefully because the handcuffs on the cover were really conspicuous.
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"I know you were unhappy when you lost the lawsuit before, but you can't torment our police, right?" Zhang Yu said helplessly: "I read this book, and the tomb in it is actually in Xiadu. Do you think we are too busy?"
"This is a huge misunderstanding. I'm just trying to get some royalties by using my popularity, so how can I end up harassing you, the police?" Mei Qian took the teacup handed over by Ning Chi, but she was shouting injustice: "You also know that I have been recently
I have lost a lot of income, and if I don’t make some more, how will I survive this year?”
After Zhang Yu nodded to Ning Chi and thanked him, he turned around and saw his appearance. He could only sigh: "You...you don't know what your situation is now? Are you short of money? You dare to play like this, are you really not afraid of getting burned?"
"What's going on? I'm not afraid of shadows, but I've been staying at home for a few months, and I haven't warmed up to this acquittal. Why? You still want to get me in?" Mei Qian sat up straight.
, asked with raised eyebrows.
"You are honest. I wonder how many people are carrying your book to search for the tomb in Xia Kingdom? I heard that some people will put incense on your photos before setting off. Isn't it great to be someone's ancestor?" Zhang
Yu felt like he was about to be pissed off.
Mei Qian couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, and asked after a while: "Really?" He saw these messages on the Internet, and simply thought they were just a joke by netizens. But when these words came out of Zhang Yu's mouth, the meaning was incredible.
It's completely different.
Suddenly I feel that there are many more people in this world who have brain problems than imagined.
"It has added a lot of achievements to local colleagues." Zhang Yu didn't know what he thought of at this time, and a very complicated expression appeared on his face. After a long time, he returned to normal, drank all the tea in the cup, and refused Ning.
Chi refilled his cup and put on his hat instead: "Forget it, it's a matter of the publishing department that this book is allowed to be distributed, and we have nothing to do with it. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." But as soon as he stood up straight, suddenly
He asked again: "Is there really a large tomb buried that deep underground in Xiadu City?"
Mei Qian was stunned again, smiled and spread his hands: "I really don't know, why don't you ask an expert?"
Zhang Yu nodded thoughtfully and handed the book out unceremoniously: "Here, sign your name and write something nice."
Mei Qian: "..."
After sending Zhang Yu away, the takeout he ordered also arrived.
Mei Qian brought out the beer, and they drank with dumplings and side dishes.
By the way, although the two have been together for several months, they rarely drink together, mainly because Mei Qian doesn't want to.
At first, because I needed to finish my old book in a hurry, I chose not to drink alcohol at all.
That time when Ning Chi came back from the Western Regions, he didn't know whether it was because he had been holding it in for a long time in the hospital or because he was in a good mood. He really let go. Mei Qian finally saw for the first time what it means to have an alarming amount of alcohol.
Others were drinking one by one, while he was drinking one cup after another. He became more interested and blew through three or five bottles without changing his expression.
Therefore, Mei Qian completely gave up the idea of getting Ning Chi drunk to find out his true and false background, and even swore that he would never drink with him again.
It’s a holiday today, and now we are all lonely wanderers, so it’s unreasonable not to have some drinks together.
Fortunately, as a boss, there are always some excuses to avoid drinking, and most of the drinks went into Ning Chi's stomach, but in the end, both of them were just tipsy.
Then they returned to their daily routine, with one lying on the rocking chair and looking at his phone, and the other lying on the sofa playing games.
Maybe because of drinking, Mei Qian was in a good mood.
In the past, on New Year's Day, he would either shamelessly go to Maomao's house, or he would have to drink alone to the moon.
It's more difficult during the Chinese New Year. It's not easy to go to other people's houses for dinner, so you have to face an empty house by yourself, and have a drunken time to offset the longing for your parents and relatives in another world.
Now, he feels that he has gradually become accustomed to being alone, and he doesn't feel so sentimental anymore.
Suddenly, I remembered what Zhang Yu said again, and hurriedly opened the search engine to check the news about myself.
The result was good. Regarding the release of his new book, there was a lot of ridicule on the Internet, but there were not many personal attacks as expected.
It seems that the retreat time has come and I can move around...