Worried that the recording wouldn't be good within half an hour, Fang Jing took a whole day off. It's only been more than an hour now, and there's still a lot of time left.
"Old Shen, why don't you find a place to play for a while? I have something else to do. Let's meet here at six o'clock in the afternoon and go back together."
Zhu Xian didn't have many manuscripts, so Fang Jing wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to write more, and there was really nothing to do when he returned. He knew the songs by heart, having listened to them for many years in his previous life, so there was no possibility of singing them wrong.
"No! It's my first time in Shanghai. I'm not familiar with the place. Where can I go to play? What are you doing? Why don't I go with you?"
Fang Jing thought for a while and nodded. It was really wrong to leave Shen Hao behind. If this guy got tired of playing and went back early, He Kangsheng would definitely ask where he had gone. It would be difficult to explain.
"Go online at the Internet cafe. If you want to go, just leave."
"Hey! What did I think it was, playing games? I'm good at this, League of Legends, right? I'm Ice Thief Six."
LoL has become very popular in the past two years, attracting a large number of players from middle school students to adults.
Penguin racing and dungeons, youth games for young people, were gradually phased out. Fang Jing did not explain and let Shen Hao chatter in his ears. The two of them arrived at the Internet cafe ten minutes later.
Shen Hao opened a private room. In his words, he is now a celebrity and it would be too troublesome for fans to recognize him.
It's a pity that the network administrator didn't even look at them when they took out their ID cards. Everyone in the Internet cafe was playing their own games, and no one noticed them.
"Huh!" The door of the private room closed, Fang Jing breathed into his hand, opened Word and started working on it. The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and the crackling sounds were all from the keyboard.
Shen Hao's eyes widened. This hand speed is inherited from his ancestors, right? Only the one from the island nation can compete with it.
"Brother! Where did you come from as a finger master? It's really a bit strong! You almost broke the keyboard."
"Don't ask, Huanyin Finger, Hunyuan's thunderbolt hand becomes Kun." Fang Jing said without raising his head.
After searching through the information in his brain, Shen Hao couldn't figure out who Cheng Kun was. "Is he a newbie? No way! Such a strong person shouldn't be an unknown person."
"What translation?"
"Boring!" Fang Jing stopped typing and turned to look at Shen Hao, "Xinjiang Turpan!"
"Tch! Don't talk about knocking me down!" Shen Hao curled his lips, turned around and opened lol, entered his account password, and matched the ranking.
As usual, he picked his favorite ice shooter at the beginning, and then went wild in the jungle. After half an hour of playing, the game ended with 0-8-2.
As soon as he exited, he saw the news that he had been reported. He had to wait fifteen minutes more next time he entered. Shen Hao was so angry that he cursed, "This game is really boring!"
The sound of typing on the keyboard in his ears never stopped. He turned around and saw that Fang Jing was still typing with headphones on. Shen Hao was curious and turned to look at the screen.
"Yudian Chinese website, Zhu Xian, are you writing a novel?"
Switching the computer page, Shen Hao entered the word "Zhu Xian" on the Yuedian website. He didn't understand it but was shocked when he saw it.
"Holy shit!"
I saw that the comment area was full of comments, with tens of thousands of monthly votes, hundreds of thousands of recommendation votes, and many alliance leaders.
Shen Hao doesn't read online novels, but his college roommate has a novel fan who reads on his mobile phone for at least five or six hours a day.
He also knows some things about the Internet literature industry. It is definitely very difficult to get a monthly ticket of tens of thousands. Except for the top group, others cannot reach this level at all.
He clicked on the comment area with great interest. He wanted to see what these people thought of Fang Jing. Who knew that after flipping through dozens of pages, Fang Jing's name never appeared at all. None of the people in the Qing Dynasty were fans.
Just when he was about to quit, bad reviews began to appear. Some greeted the author's eighteen generations of ancestors, some wrote like Xiang, and all kinds of filthy words were unbearable.
Looking at Fang Jing who was calm and composed beside him, Shen Hao was a little impressed. If so many people were scolding him, he would have scolded him back.
I'm just reading a novel, isn't that all? If you don't like leaving, why bother scolding me so harshly?
Continuing to scroll down the comments, Shen Hao realized after a while that it turned out to be a battle for the newbie king, and they were fighting each other!
But now that the other party has given out a red envelope, he is far ahead of Fang Jing and is about to lose.
Rolling his eyes and thinking for a moment, Shen Hao registered an account, bound his bank card, and came to the recharge page.
During this time, he was worried that he would not be able to find an opportunity to show courtesy to Fang Jing. It was inappropriate and vulgar to give him money directly, and he would not be rewarded for his merits. Fang Jing did not necessarily want it.
Unexpectedly, I would give you a pillow when I doze off. Rewarding novels is a valid reason. I am a book lover, so it is okay to express my feelings, right?
"What's the appropriate amount of reward?" Shen Hao was confused. If it's less, it won't have much effect, and if it's more, he'll feel sorry for the money. Although he is a rich second generation, his father is not named Wang and doesn't have hundreds of millions to reward him.
Tapping his index finger lightly on the table, Shen Hao hesitated, looked at the young man next to him, and gritted his teeth to enter one hundred thousand yuan.
Just treat it as an investment! He bets that Fang Jing will achieve great success in the future, and does not ask the other party to be grateful. He can just say a word for him when he encounters a critical situation.
"Shen Hao issued a red envelope of one million monthly tickets to Zhu Xian."
"Shen Hao issued a red envelope of one million monthly tickets to Zhu Xian."
"Shen Hao issued a red envelope of one million monthly tickets to Zhu Xian."
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Shen Hao sent out 10,000 yuan in ten installments. He didn't understand the red envelope rules of Yudian. He just said in the comment section that the monthly ticket was very important, so he sent it as a monthly ticket red envelope.
As for the ID, of course it needs to be added, otherwise Fang Jing won’t know it’s him and the money will be wasted?
Banners floated across the screen one after another, and reward prompts were beeping in the background. Fang Jing took off his headphones and exited the coding state.
"One hundred thousand yuan, who is so wealthy?"
When Fang Jing saw the name of the rewarder, his lips twitched, and he turned to look at Shen Hao who was looking around, feeling as if his heart was being cut.
Brother! Give me 100,000 yuan directly! What kind of red envelopes are you sending? They were all robbed by others.
Facing Fang Jing's gaze, Shen Hao smiled implicitly, "I didn't expect this book to be written by you. I've read it before and it's very well written. It's just a small reward."
"Thank you for saving your money." Fang Jing's heart ached, but he still pretended to be happy.
"What are you talking about? It's just a small amount of money. I'll just ask you to have a barbecue some other time."
"It's necessary! Next time I...I'll thank you." Fang Jing was about to cry. One hundred thousand yuan was just gone.
Seeing that he was so moved that he burst into tears, Shen Hao nodded secretly, saying that the money was not wasted.
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Reading point, editorial department.
Chang He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows. He had just finished processing a batch of broken books and was in a bad mood.
This group of people who have been on the street for three days and two chapters have the nerve to ask him for recommendations. Do they really think they are great gods?
Suddenly, the background data window in the lower left corner of the computer flashed, and Chang He sighed and clicked in.
The whole network was notified, and he knew without looking at it that there must be readers who rewarded a large amount of coins, and at least more than 10,000 yuan.
But this has little to do with him. Fang Jing can barely maintain one update a day in China Dream Voice, and the chance of receiving a reward is very small.
"Shen Hao issued a red envelope of one million monthly tickets to Zhu Xian."
"Shen Hao issued a red envelope of one million monthly tickets to Zhu Xian."
"Shen Hao issued a red envelope of one million monthly tickets to Zhu Xian."
"Shen Hao issued a red envelope of one million monthly tickets to Zhu Xian."
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"I'll go!" Changhe's hand shook and he almost threw the mouse away.
One hundred thousand yuan, ten million points monthly ticket red envelope, is Fang Jing going to sell his kidney?