The delay in subway construction is considered news, especially the reasons are worthy of scrutiny, but Mei Qian swallowed some comments and paid little attention to it after that.
What is supposed to come will come sooner or later, and it is useless to waste time now.
Instead, friends sent messages one after another.
Someone asked him to take this opportunity to write a new book and make a lot of money--!
Someone advised him to be more vigilant and to run away with a bucket if the limelight went wrong--?
He was also reminded to hire a reliable lawyer as soon as possible to avoid getting numb in time--!!!
Huh? Why is there still a thing asking him to surrender, confess to the police and seek leniency?
Who is this? He must have sneaked in. I will block him immediately.
The next day everything was as usual. Mei Qian should be writing and having fun, and he didn't even think about Zhang Yu's invitation to go to the bathing city for a drink.
They were all scratched by the cat, and even if they had the courage, they would not dare to come out.
As expected, there was no movement on Zhang Yu's end for the entire day.
Looking at his WeChat Moments, this guy is showing off his scarred abdominal muscles and bragging about himself, saying that he has a super strong physique. Even doctors say that his body recovers very quickly, which can almost be called a medical miracle...
Mei Qian sneered and replied below: "I just looked at your belly, why didn't you show your face this time?"
Then, he was speechless and found that the other party had deleted this post! Deleted it!
He was so angry that he led Ning Chi straight to the nearest bathing city. He asked the two girls to rub his back and squeeze his feet, which made him feel relaxed both physically and mentally.
If no one invites you, why not spend your money freely?
"Hey! Brother Qian is in a really good mood recently, and he is much more cheerful." Ning Chi cheered cheerfully when he came out.
Mei Qian glanced at him sideways, asking for a pedicure to make this guy happy. He was ordered to die before, but he forgot about it in the blink of an eye when he complained?
But the other party was right. Since the official endorsed him with pinched noses, his originally depressed mood has indeed improved a lot.
The New Year has passed, it’s time to change things!
Sure enough, within a few days, an entertainment company contacted him through Maomao, and the film and television adaptation of the two books was very promising.
Both parties cooperated sincerely, with almost no negotiation, and the contract was signed smoothly.
Finally, everyone opened champagne and celebrated a little.
"It sold quickly. With your current popularity, we can still talk about it." Maomao was a little dissatisfied.
"It's already exceeded expectations, and it won't go up much if we try harder." Mei Qian took a sip from the wine glass and replied easily. The price given by the other party was indeed quite sincere. He likes people who are cheerful, and since the other party is quick and quick, he will definitely do it.
unambiguous.
"Aren't you afraid that if you go in again, the copyright will be lost again?" Maomao didn't give any face.
Mei Qian glared angrily and drank another gulp of the drink. Then he lightly kicked Ning Chi, who was snickering, and retorted: "Why do you say such depressing words? I am clean and honest now, how can I always be unlucky?
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However, given his disaster-stricken physique, his words of defense did not sound convincing, and his resentful tone made Mao Mao cover his mouth and chuckle.
Ning Chi rolled his eyelids fiercely: "..."
No, Maomao said the wrong thing, why did you kick me?
But what makes Mei Qian helpless is that there are many people who have similar ideas to Maomao.
Then the next day, I heard that the screenwriter in charge of the adaptation said that he had worked overtime all night, and before the script was revised, the company found a relationship to register the two TV series with the superiors in advance.
"There is obviously no risk of violating regulations, but this reaction is as if I am afraid that the approval will be blocked."
At the end of the day, the old screenwriter complained and said something.
The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.
Mei Qian instantly felt that his copyright had been sold cheaply, and he should really make a bigger deal like Maomao said...
But no matter how much he slandered, the contract was signed.
But as the old saying goes, there is no double blessing!
Soon, Mei Qian had a headache due to other things and had no time to worry about anything else.
As the notice that the Xiadu subway project was postponed due to inexplicable reasons spread widely, his actions were at least the main reason in the eyes of the general public, and Mei Qian's popularity naturally soared.
He could draw the lottery again, but looking at the dazzling popularity value, someone just didn't dare to move.
You should know that the bronze tripod from last time was still taking up space in the warehouse, but recently he was either in the detention center or being watched all the time, so he had no chance to deal with it.
Just because the system is so annoying, I'm afraid of arranging another big item for him. If a chime clock, screen or other antiques suddenly appear in the house, there is nothing to hide, and if someone finds out, there will be no explanation! This can't be deceived for ten or eight years.
Year?
Forget it, at worst, I won’t draw for the time being. Anyway, I’m staying at home now, so even if I develop a skill, I won’t be able to use it.
Well, out of sight is out of mind, and he plans not to open the system interface again in the near future.
There is another thing that worries Mei Qian.
His main job is to write novels at home, but I wonder if he has been living too much recently, and he has become stuck.
The whole morning, facing the outline on the computer screen, I just felt like I couldn't start and my mind was in confusion.
And just when he was scratching his head and thinking about the plot and trying to piece together today's update, his somewhat coherent thoughts were interrupted by another phone call.
"Who?" Mei Qian answered without even looking. Of course, her tone was not good.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before replying: "Xiao Qian, I'm your Uncle Mao."
Uncle Mao? Mei Qian glanced at Laixian and saw that it was Mao Mao's father, Professor Mao, and then changed his tone: "I'm sorry, Uncle Mao, I thought it was another harassing call just now."
"I understand, by the way, I heard that Maomao said you have been at home recently, so why don't we bother you when we come to your door?" Professor Mao didn't seem to be angry, but explained the reason to him.
Mei Qian didn't even dare, saying that if you need anything, I'll just go and do it. How can you let the elders come to find you?
But the person on the other end said it was okay. After learning that he was indeed at home, he didn't say any more polite words and hung up the call directly as if he was afraid of being rejected.
Mei Qian stared at the phone in a daze for a while. From what the other party meant, it seemed that he didn't come here alone. Was he planning to recruit him again? After several failed attempts, he even found a helper?
But he had already decided that unless something happened in the future that he couldn't control, the Archaeological Bureau would definitely not join. That would be a problem.
Before anyone arrived, he quickly coded and finally posted today's update.
After taking a long breath, he told Ning Chi, who was playing the game, to quickly prepare hot water and tea.
Not long after, the doorman called to say someone was looking for him.
Mei Qian was reluctant to contact the lobbyist, but he had to go downstairs to pick him up.
Contrary to his expectation, the person next to Professor Mao was not the backbone elite he had imagined, but a stooped, white-haired old man who seemed to be senior to Professor Mao.
"This is Mr. Xu. I heard that I am coming. I must see the famous writer who is now famous." Professor Mao introduced with a smile.
"Don't listen to Xiao Mao's nonsense. It was me who asked to come to you." The old man did not give Professor Mao any face, and said directly, "Xiaoyou Mei, I am here this time because I have a problem to discuss with you."
"Discussion?" Mei Qian was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously replied: "I don't dare to discuss it. If you have any questions, just ask, I know everything."
"Why are you being so modest? You and I are colleagues. Although we don't deal with each other on the surface, it is helpful to check and correct each other's deficiencies. Isn't it just a discussion?" Mr. Xu sneered at his politeness and laughed.
Mei Qian: "..." How come the tomb robber and the archaeologist became colleagues?
Wait, I almost got bypassed, I’m not a tomb robber!
After coughing, Mei Qian glanced around and saw that the security guards and others were watching the excitement, so he hurriedly invited the people into the community.
"The environment of this community is very good and the management is good." Mr. Xu looked at the greening of the community as he walked and nodded in praise.
Professor Mao and Mei Qian were half a step behind, talking in low voices.
"Mr. Xu is the Taishan Beidou in the archaeological world. I somehow heard your name and insisted on coming over to see it in person." Professor Mao whispered: "You should pay attention to yourself!" After that, he patted his shoulder.
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Several people entered the room quickly. After Mei Qian personally served the tea, Mr. Xu got straight to the point: "I've heard a lot about my little friend recently, but I've looked through Xiadu's county annals and nearby hydrological data, including mountains and rivers.
There have indeed been some changes in recent years, but according to the data, if there really is a large tomb here, it is extremely inconsistent with Feng Shui theory. I wonder if there is any basis for my friend’s assertion that there is an ancient tomb under my feet?”
Mei Qian looked at Professor Mao and asked: "Did you really discover the ancient tomb?"
Professor Mao was stunned. After a moment of silence, he shook his head: "Not yet."
Mei Qian sighed and said to Mr. Xu: "The old man misunderstood. It's just a novel. How could I know if there is a tomb under my feet? As for that Weibo post, it was for hype, it was fake!" How could he answer?
Saying that you want to test whether you have the ability to "follow your words"? This is even more unreliable, isn't it?
"Huh? But the bureau attaches great importance to this matter. Even a retired old guy like me has heard about it. Is it false? Don't they all say that you are a big tomb robber? If you judge that there is a tomb under your feet, even the subway line must be detoured?
Mr. Xu stared at Professor Mao.
Mei Qian didn't know how this group of people organized themselves. Looking at Professor Mao who was drinking tea, he could only explain: "I was wronged. If he was really a tomb robber, he would have been caught by the police earlier. How could he still be sitting here?"
Have tea at home?"
But when he looked at the expressions of the two people in front of him, they clearly looked like they didn't believe it.
Forget it, Mr. Xu, it’s our first contact, but Professor Mao, what’s that look in your eyes? It wasn’t like that last time we met!
Could it be that something happened during this period that I don't know about?