Chapter 43: Chasing after Magic Capital TV (big chapter)
"Old Liang, look at me, the author. Is it the same as the one on TV yesterday?"
"Where is it?" Ziliang came over and pushed Changhe away, with his head in front of the computer screen.
"Fuck you!"
"I asked you two to be careful, okay? There are so many people." On the other side, Zhu Sha frowned and looked at the two of them fiercely.
Ignoring her, Ziliang turned to look at Changhe, "Brother, that's awesome, you actually hired a star author. Let me tell you, this kid is very popular now, and he will probably make his debut soon after the show is over."
For a moment, Chang He seemed to have aged a few years. He reached out to smoke a cigarette, but put it down after realizing that this was an office.
What a pity! If Fang Jing were not a supervisor, his monthly salary would be at least four to five thousand more, and his year-end bonus would be a smaller twenty thousand. If he wins the Rookie King, he will still have a bonus of fifty thousand.
But this person is about to become a star, and a casual advertisement can cost hundreds of thousands. How can he write novels? Most likely he is a eunuch.
"Don't be discouraged! I heard that people are not allowed to go out for variety shows like theirs, and mobile phones and communication tools are confiscated. Is this why there are no updates?"
Ziliang knew that Changhe had just gotten married this year and was burdened with a mortgage loan of more than 200,000 yuan, so he was counting on Zhuxian's disaster relief funds to help him out.
It must be uncomfortable to be gone now, so I tried to comfort him with words of comfort.
"That's right!" Chang He's eyes lit up, "It's not impossible. How about... I go to Shanghai TV to urge you?"
Ziliang:……
"It's not that big of a deal, brother, I'll find out after I call back and ask."
"Why not? If the mortgage loan of hundreds of thousands is not burdened on you, of course you won't be tired. If the monthly payment is more than 6,000, you can help me bear it?"
"Okay, okay! You are the brother and you have the final say, but you don't have to go now, right? It's almost noon, can't you wait a while?"
"Okay!" Changhe sat down again and said lightly: "You can drive me there later."
"Brother! Don't you know how to take a taxi? It's only a ten-minute drive!"
"I've handed over all my money. My whole body only costs more than 30 yuan. I'll save it if I can."
Ziliang was about to cry, "Then I'm not rich, so you squeeze me every day. Can you tolerate it in your conscience?"
Chang He snorted coldly and looked at him coldly with narrowed eyes, "Who taught you step by step when you first came here? Who helped you put in a good word when you made a mistake and was criticized?
Who didn't have enough money at the beginning of last year and came to my house every day to eat and drink? And last month..."
"Okay, okay! I'll send you there. Isn't it okay if I send you there?"
Ziliang really couldn't stand it. Who said he had a weak foundation? Changhe had taken him under his wing when he first came here, and he was half his master.
"Alas! Sooner or later, you will have to pay it back if you come out to fool around."
"Pfft, hahaha! Ziliang, go early and come back early! Bring me a braised pork rice bowl when you come back later."
Zhusha didn't know that they were looking for Fang Jing, but she only heard Changhe complaining for a while, almost saying that he had raised Ziliang with shit and urine.
…
After checking in and taking a break, Ziliang went to the parking lot and drove his BYD around to the gate, where Changhe was already waiting.
While Chang He was fastening his seat belt, Zi Liang quickly took a photo of the two of them with his mobile phone and posted it in the group.
"Boss Changhe is coming with force. He is rushing to Duangangguo's house with a knife. If you are late, please make up for it as soon as possible!"
Cang Tianbai congratulated: "Awesome, 666, which big shot was turned over by Changhe?"
Er Gen: "Who else? The only one who has stopped updating recently is Zhu Xian. Three minutes of silence."
Third Uncle from the Southern School: "No more, I think I heard a knock on the door. I'll open the door first."
Angry Banana: "I was so scared that I read the synopsis of my son-in-law and opened the wd and read 2,000 words."
Changhe looked at Ziliang with a silly smile and was speechless, "What are you looking at? You are so happy."
"Ahem! No, no! Fasten your seat belts, the old driver is setting off."
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"Fang Jing, your relatives are looking for you."
"relative?"
Fang Jing was practicing guitar when he had nothing to do. He suddenly jumped out of bed and asked, "Where do I come from?"
The security guard shook his head and said, "That's what the front desk said. I don't know anything else. You'd better go and have a look."
"It can't be Teacher Xu, right? Didn't you hear her say she was coming?" Fang Jing put on his shoes and trotted out.
In the front hall on the first floor of Modu Satellite TV, Bei He was holding a glass of water and sitting in the reception area with a dark face without saying a word. Zi Liang secretly took a photo and sent it to the group.
"Everyone, we're here! We'll wait for the boss to throw a cup to us in a moment."
Wang Yu: "I went, and I really went! He was a ruthless person. He was so scared that my hands were sweating while typing."
Uncle Nanpai: "Shocked! The online author stopped updating, and the editor personally went to knock on the door."
Feng Chime: "Why is Third Uncle so free today? Not coding?"
Third Uncle from the Southern School: "I won't write anymore for now. I'm selling the copyright of Tomb Raider Notes. We've been talking about it for several days."
Wind Chime: "I worship you, 666! Is this going to be put on the big screen?"
Third Uncle from the Southern School: "Low-key and low-key."
Third Young Master: "I've only been away for a few days, what's going on in the group?"
Chen Xi: "I told you to go to the theater."
Fang Jing didn't see Xu Li when he came out, and there was no one he knew in the hall. "Did you leave?"
Arriving at the front desk, Fang Jing asked the receptionist, "Hello, I'm Fang Jing, was someone looking for me just now?"
Before the staff could speak, Changhe ran over from the sofa, "Me! I'm looking for you!"
During this period of time, Fang Jing's skin became much whiter, and he was completely different from the deformation timer. Changhe didn't recognize him for a moment, but luckily Ziliang reminded him.
"Who are you……"
Fang Jing was stunned. When did he have such a relative in his family? Why didn't he recognize him?
"I am a long river!"
"Are you crazy? I'm still in the sunset!"
"Hahahaha!" Ziliang laughed out loud. He didn't expect that the two of them would say something like this when they met.
"I am the editor Changhe!"
"What the hell do I care about... Chang He is big?" Fang Jing came back to his senses and then remembered who it was, his editor Chang He. The two had chatted many times on Penguin.
Why did you come to my door? By the way! The reading headquarters seems to be in Shanghai too.
Changhe breathed a sigh of relief, and his dark face finally returned to normal, "Are you the most handsome man in the world? The author of Zhu Xian?"
Although the information showed Fang Jing, he still had to confirm it in person to prevent others from stealing his ID card.
"It's me! Why does Mr. Changhe have time to come find me? If anything happens, just let Penguin know. It's so embarrassing to come all the way here."
Changhe's forehead was throbbing with veins, why the hell did I need to come over if my notice was effective?
Taking a deep breath and calming down a little, Changhe showed a warm smile, "I sent you a message, but you didn't reply, and the phone was turned off. It just so happened that the road was not far away, so I came over in person."
Fang Jing laughed, "Then just tell the front desk to find me. Why are you becoming my relative?"
"Ahem! This is a misunderstanding. I thought so too originally. It was all Zi Liang's bad idea."
Ziliang:……
It’s none of my business, it’s obviously your idea, okay?
"Hello Liangda! Nice to meet you!"
Fang Jing shook hands with Ziliang. Supernatural editor Ziliang, although he did not write about the supernatural channel, he had heard of it.
"Don't stand still, please come this way."
Fang Jing knew that the two of them came here for something, so they wouldn't ask him specifically for an autograph. He wasn't famous enough yet.
When he arrived at the reception area, Changhe did not get straight to the point, but said lightly, "Fang Jing, how have you been lately? Are you tired of typing and competing at the same time?"
There is no way, the rich man is the uncle. Changhe still relies on Fang Jing for the monthly mortgage payment this month, so please be polite.
"It's not hard work!" Fang Jing was uneasy about the routine and almost choked Chang He with one sentence. "I code and save the manuscript in advance and set a scheduled release."
"Fortunately, he's not a eunuch." Chang He's mental arithmetic fell into his stomach, "How many manuscripts do you have in your archive? Is it not enough?"
"I have saved dozens of chapters. It should be able to be used for a while."
"Dozens of chapters? Will it last for a while?" Changhe felt that he needed to remind this young man about the monthly payment, bah! About updating.
"Ahem! Your manuscripts are all used up, didn't you notice?"
"No way?"
"You publish four or five chapters a day, how many days will dozens of chapters be enough? To be precise, you have stopped updating for three days."
"Really?" Fang Jing scratched his head. He was a little busy during this period, and he couldn't remember it. Calculating the time, it seemed that there had been a break.
"Then... I'm really sorry. I can't go out in the near future. I'll make up for it later."
"No!" The long river is not dry, the website is waiting for you, the real estate agent is not waiting for me, "Ahem! Zhuxian is in a hot period, my suggestion is that it is best not to stop updating.
None of today’s readers is San Gong Liu Yuan. If you run away without updating, it’s unlikely you’ll be able to catch up again.”
Fang Jing couldn't laugh or cry. Isn't Chang He here specifically to remind me? "But I can't leave in the near future. I have to compete in two days."
Changhe's calm heart was worried again. By the time the competition was over, his bones were cold. He looked at Fang Jing and said solemnly: "Brother, I usually take care of you, right? I have a lot of recommendations for you.
Just do me a favor and update it a little more. If you can't do it, just one chapter a day will do."
"Okay!" Fang Jing thought for a moment and nodded. Instead of playing table tennis idlely, he might as well do some calligraphy.
The important thing is that the manuscript fee has been released last month. The amount of rewards and subscriptions is more than 18,700.
It was put on the shelves at the end of the month, and this is just a dozen days of manuscript fees. The more words there are, the higher the income will be. Writing more than one million words is definitely a lot of money.
"I'll see if I can take half a day off later and try to edit as many manuscripts as possible."
He is already very familiar with singing lyrics, and he can't improve much with more practice, so it's not a big problem to take half a day off.
After receiving the reply, Changhe finally felt at ease, Damn! It’s really not easy to be an editor these days.