Fang Jing never did this thing from beginning to end.
When I was writing Zhu Xian, I started a book group. Everyone in the group urged me to update the book as if urging me to do something. There were hundreds of private messages a day, and Fang Jing was really scared.
"Still writing?"
Just as he was writing, a dark head stretched out. Before seeing the person, he smelled the leeks first, and Fang Jing quickly held his breath.
You don’t even have to look at him to know that he’s a stupid Shen Hao!
There were only four people in the room. Lu Feifei and Yang Mi smelled good, and they generally wouldn't eat anything with strong taste. Even if they did, they would rinse their mouths immediately.
Only Shen Hao would buy something to eat when passing by a street shop in the morning. After eating, he would wipe his mouth with his hands and come to work.
"Brother, would you like to take a few steps back? I don't know what I ate in the morning?"
Seeing Fang Jing's exaggerated tilt, Shen Hao was stunned and breathed a sigh of relief, "What haven't you eaten? Just a few steamed buns!"
Picking up the computer, Fang Jing ran to sit down next to Yang Mi, and then gasped, "Are your buns stuffed with chives? You still have the lingering power after all this time."
"No, I ate the leeks yesterday."
"vomit!"
And it’s overnight!
Yang Mi leaned back, almost laughing with tears in her eyes. It took her a while to recover, and she glanced at the computer.
"What's the name of your book? The Legend of the Condor Heroes, which website?"
When the title of the book was seen, Fang Jing did not hide it, and said openly: "Yudian Chinese website, do you want to give me a reward?"
"You still owe me this little money?" Yang Mi sneered, "Is it okay to buy this website with your savings?"
Fang Jing: "This is Tencent's property, Xiao Ma, you can't buy it!"
Brother Xiao Ma, known as Krypton Gold Horse among the people in the world, has a motto, "There is nothing that can't be solved by adding money. If it can't be solved, then you don't add enough money."
"Pretend I didn't say it!" Yang Mi turned around.
It’s true that Xiao Ma’s company cannot be closed down.
Lu Feifei and Shen Hao both heard what they were saying. They picked up their mobile phones and Lu Feifei downloaded the Chinese website Yuedian. She was using Huawei and the network speed was very good. The download was completed in less than half a minute.
According to the name Yang Mi said, search for the Legend of the Condor Heroes, top up money, reward, and a golden alliance leader will appear!
"Boss 666! I'm on my knees, what novels do you want to read if you have this kind of money?"
“I don’t understand the world of rich people!”
"Rich tycoon, go and let the author bring Xiao Longnu to life!"
"Yes, yes, the author didn't just say that if we give the Golden Alliance whatever we want, he will write whatever we want."
Fang Jing raised his head and looked at Lu Feifei, "Don't make trouble!"
The wealthy reader who gave the reward was named Sister Feifei. When I saw the information, it had only been a day since I came to the reading site. Who else could it be besides Lu Feifei?
It must have been when Yang Mi was reading the title of the book just now that she listened.
Holding her chin with one hand, Lu Feifei smiled and said, "Your readers said that you can do whatever the Golden Alliance wants you to do, is that true?"
"Fake, just kidding!"
Every reader has different tastes. Some like good writing, some like the protagonist to kill everyone if they disagree, some like to watch driving, and some like humor and lightheartedness.
Every time Fang Jing posts a chapter, someone leaves a message saying that this is wrong, that it is unreasonable, and that the writing is rubbish.
At first he argued a few words, but then he realized that it didn't make sense at all. In a fit of anger, he directly said that writing a book is the author's business. Readers can intervene if they want. I can try to change it for a silver alliance, and I will write whatever you want me to write for a gold alliance.
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Sure enough, the effect was surprisingly good, and almost no readers came to criticize him since then.
But the collection dropped 80,000 yuan in one day!
Lu Feifei regretted that she thought she could really do something by rewarding the leader.
"Fang Jing, are you planning to make your book into a TV series?" Yang Mi stretched her head and exhaled like orchid, with a faint smell of perfume.
Sure enough, he looks completely different from Shen Hao, that big, foot-picking guy.
"I don't know. I'm just writing it for fun. Maybe there will be a chance in the future."
Regarding the future, Fang Jing would like to film The Condor Heroes, but it is not now, and there is no need for him to talk about these things to others.
"Then remember to tell me when you are filming that I will definitely support you, whether it is funds or people!"
Yang Mi remembered that Zhu Xian, who made Zhao Liying and Li Yifeng popular again, seemed to be written by Fang Jing. This man seemed to be proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and he was not ordinary tough or tough.
"It's all right. It's early. I'll let you know when the time comes." Fang Jing tilted his head, and the breath of Yang Mi's words hit his ears, tickling him.
…
It was almost noon, and Fang Jing took some lunch boxes from the counter and gave them to Yang Chaoyue and the others.
There were seven or eight bottles of water standing on the ground, and a group of girls were sweating profusely.
Wang Xiaomin was practicing singing, and the others sat on the ground watching her sing.
"People are like iron, and rice is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry. Let's take a rest and eat something first!"
"Okay, finally it's time to eat!"
Getting up from the ground, Yang Chaoyue grabbed a box lunch and was about to eat it. After thinking about it, he still didn't move, but took it to Wang Xiaomin diligently.
Now this is her eldest sister.
Someone at the stage came to check her voice before. Wang Xiaomin gave her a lot of advice and taught her pronunciation and enunciation, which was very good to her.
"Thank you Chaoyue!"
"Haha, it's okay, it should be."
Several people were eating lunches among them. Feng Timo was not tall, but he ate the most vigorously. He looked like a completely tomboy, and said graciously: "Brother Fang Jing, can you listen to how I sing in a moment? I want to get yours."
Guidance.”
"Teacher Fang, I also want to hear your opinion!" Yu Wenwen whispered.
"Okay, I have nothing to do in the afternoon, so I will train with you!"
"Thank you!" Feng Timo jumped excitedly.
She had heard everything about the other teams, but the instructor didn't show up at all. She didn't know where they were in the corner, and they practiced singing by themselves.
Fang Jing still has some conscience and knows to come over and take a look!
Although she didn't know where Fang Jing had been in the past few hours.
…
At night, Fang Jing took his team members to a restaurant.
"You can order whatever you want to eat, today is mine!"
Seeing their hard work, Fang Jing rarely entertained them generously. It was fate to meet them, and whether they could see each other in the future was another matter.
Except for Wang Xiaomin and Feng Timo, who are older, most of these players are in their late twenties or early twenties and look like high school students.
"Brother Fang Jing, I'll toast you with juice instead of wine. Thank you for your guidance this afternoon." Feng Timo filled two glasses of juice and gave Fang Jing one glass.
Flatterer!
With a low curse, Yu Wenwen turned around and pretended not to see him.
Among this group of people, Feng Timo is the most capable of causing trouble.
She looks cute on the outside, but in fact she has a deep mind. In just one day, she has basically become familiar with this group of people, and everyone she meets is called "sister" or "brother".
She knows a lot about music, but she has never given any advice to "good sister" Yang Chaoyue. When people ask her how she sings, she always says yes with a smile.
"Brother Fang Jing, we'd like to toast you too, thank you for your hard work!"
Feng Timo took the lead, and most of the people at the table stood up. Yu Wenwen was too embarrassed to sit down, so she picked up some juice to pay respect to Fang Jing with displeasure.
"Everyone, sit down and don't be so serious!"
Fang Jing waved his hand, glared at Feng Timo, and said with a smile, "You don't have much time. It's time to eat and drink."
The talent show is cruel, Fang Jing didn't say it, and they didn't know either.
Many of the rankings outside the top ten are predetermined. Their life and death are in the hands of the program team. They can't pass the first two levels, let alone the last two.