The corners of Elbow’s eyes twitched: Holding a grudge?
"By the way, it's this bottle of red wine," Qin Xiaobao pointed to the front: "What are you talking about? If I'm late, I have to drink it all. Brother Dong, this shouldn't be considered late."
"It doesn't matter." Chen Dong said happily.
"Then do I still need to drink as a fine?"
Several people shook their heads in unison.
"Don't worry!" Qin Xiaobao patted his chest: "I'm ready, please give me some advice!"
"The weather is nice today, the wind is sunny and sunny!" He raised his head and said something else, which made the whole table laugh.
The other authors nearby looked sideways, with some envy in their eyes.
If he is an 18th-tier actor or singer, the big guys will naturally not care. The main thing is that Qin Xiaobao is also a director.
The partners for cooperation are Leslie Cheung, Andy Lau, and several big names.
Maybe your work will be chosen.
Moreover, the achievements of "The Rebellion of Immortals" and "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" are there. They have strong power. They all eat under the same roof. If they can make friends, they will naturally not make enemies.
Some people suddenly remembered the great master Feng Feng, as if his new book had been published, and he was not even invited to this annual meeting.
In the Internet literary circle, strength is the most important thing. Subscriptions can explain the problem. It is not uncommon for great masters to stumble at times.
Qin Xiaobao didn't embarrass his elbow too much. After teasing him for a while, he removed it.
"You really deceived us so hard." Fang Xiang shook his head: "Really, although everyone is a writer and has great imagination, you actually put your ideas into reality and implemented them directly, which is awesome!"
"Yeah, I almost got slapped in the face by you pretending to beeping!" Banana smiled evilly.
"I also have my own reasons. I wanted to give it a try because I was a rat crossing the street and everyone yelled at it." Xiaobao shook his head: "I never thought the novel would be so popular. I'm satisfied if I can earn some rent and food."
Banana just talked about Qin Xiaobao's situation when he came on stage, and he probably knew something about it.
"Life is always ups and downs," Chen Dong, as a big brother, is very good at comforting people: "Sometimes lows are not a bad thing? They give you time to think? Settle yourself and see yourself clearly."
"Yeah?" Xiaobao sighed: "I gained a lot in those six months. My daily life was monotonous, but it was very fulfilling. I had no other ideas. I just studied the plot, wrote, wrote, and wrote all kinds of things."
"Director Qin? Tell the truth? How fast is your hand?" The person who asked was Yingying.
"Not necessarily," Qin Xiaobao didn't dare to tell the truth? He was just a porter. If he wanted to, it would not be difficult to write 100,000 words a day, just typing: "Before writing, I would first conceive the next plot, and then use
To fill in the text, if it is fast, it will be about 30,000 words. Of course, there will also be times when the text is stuck and there are only a few thousand words."
Everyone nodded, this speed is actually normal, they can occasionally do it with a burst of 30,000 words.
"But now that you are so busy, do you still have time to update?"
"Time is like a sponge!" Qin Xiaobao said half a sentence, and everyone laughed.
Do you really have no time to update? Of course not!
Everyone has different habits when typing. Some people need to be in an absolutely quiet environment to have ideas. If they are interrupted, they may not be able to find that feeling. Some people like to listen to music while typing, and some like to listen to music while typing.
Some people just write a paragraph, take a break, scroll through Douyin, and check Weibo, and naturally the efficiency will not be high.
"So, "The Rebellion of Immortals" is not finished yet?" Jiuzi asked boldly.
"Of course, it's still early. The plot is almost halfway through now, and it will be next year."
"It doesn't mean it has to be 6 million words or more. This speed is terrifying. If I were to write it, it would not necessarily take two years."
"I always feel that Wang Lin has another level of identity. It shouldn't be as simple as that. The Heavenly Ni Pearl is not just about gathering spiritual energy, haha, right!" Mao Ni said about the plot.
"I really can't spoil it," Qin Xiaobao filled Chen Dong's wine glass: "But Mao Da's guess is right, there is indeed a big foreshadowing."
"He is indeed a master. I am looking forward to the follow-up plot."
"Thanks!"
The happy time is always short-lived. At ten o'clock, the annual meeting is almost over. Some people have already gone back to their rooms because they are too drunk or in a hurry to update the party.
"What do you mean, where are we going to the second stall?" The elbow was in high spirits and had a good drinking capacity.
"I'm not familiar with the magic city, you just have to figure it out."
Qin Xiaobao clapped his hands a few times: "Come with me, the car has arrived downstairs."
"Hey, following the boss, isn't there something special about it?" Fang Xiang was thinking wildly.
"You're thinking about peach!" Banana said, not polite at all: "It would be fun if you got caught."
Chen Dong took the lead in counting and found that there were nine people willing to go out, plus three editors. The others were either unfamiliar and embarrassed, or had other things to do.
A large group of people arrived at the door and got on the minibus.
"Haha, haha, can we take a photo together?" The host Hua Jiao also came.
"Of course." Qin Xiaobao took the phone in a gentlemanly manner and held it up at a 45-degree angle.
"Miss Huajiao, what will you do if there is a scandal tomorrow?" Jiuzi joked, "I'm not afraid that Director Qin's fans will expose you."
"I'm just a fan, there are so many scandals." Huajiao didn't care at all: "Your thoughts are so feudal."
Seeing her disgusted look, she didn't even get her money back.
"Where are we going?" Banana opened the curtains, and it started to rain lightly outside.
"You'll know when you get there!" Qin Xiaobao turned around and smiled.
Seeing what he said, everyone stopped asking questions, chatted, or looked at the night scene outside the window.
The minibus shuttled through the rain, and the neon lights became a little blurry and hazy. The red, green, and blue lights seemed to be in front of you, but they were far away in the horizon.
The raindrops hit the pane, ticking like music,
The always busy Magic City has slowed down because of the rain.
"Okay, we're here!" After the vehicle stabilized, Qin Xiaobao was the first to stand up and lead everyone out of the vehicle.
It seemed like there was just an ordinary building in front of me. I suppressed my curiosity and went upstairs, turned left and right, and after entering a wooden door, my eyes suddenly opened up.
The first thing you can see is a fireplace with firewood burning inside. There are a few very comfortable-looking sofas in the front. The floor is thick carpet. On the left is a bar. The bartender in formal clothes is smiling, and there are billiards on the right.
There are tables, chess and card tables, and an old-fashioned gramophone is playing music, and the entire wall is covered with floor-to-ceiling windows. At a glance, you can have a panoramic view of the night view of the Magic City.
"Wow!"
“This place is great.”
"It's very warm, isn't it?"
"Look at the deer head on the wall, it can't be real."
"There is something like that in Northern Europe. There is a wooden house in the deep mountains and old forests. There is more than ten centimeters of snow outside, and there is a fire in the house."
"I thought I was going to sing!"
"There's actually a cat!"
Miss Huajiao directly picked up the kitten and went to the window to watch the night view. Jiuzi and Mao Ni were more interested in wine. Chen Dong took Fang Xiang to choose a club, while the others sat in front of the fireplace to feel the warmth.
"Director Qin," Mao Ni brought two glasses of wine and handed one over: "This isn't your private club, is it? Celebrities really know how to play."
"That's half right," Qin Xiaobao looked at the smiles on everyone's faces with satisfaction: "The private club is yes, but it's not mine, it's rented.
Brother Chao brought me here last month, and I thought it was good, so I left my contact information."
"It's really good. There's no one else around. You don't have to worry about the outside world. It's very relaxing and comfortable." Mao Ni clinked glasses with him and took a sip.
"By the way, when are you going back?" Xiaobao frowned. He was not very used to the taste of foreign wine, especially if it was pure.
"I'll stay one more day. I'll have a small gathering with the editors tomorrow. No one else knows." Mao Ni leaned on the edge of the bar and looked at the laughing people: "By the way, you probably don't have time."
"Well, I have to go to Hefei tomorrow. There is a program." Qin Xiaobao nodded.
"Then drink less." Mao Niang has also participated in many TV programs.
"I'm okay, I didn't drink much at night," Xiaobao still knew his condition: "I'll be fine when I wake up."
"It's good to be young," Fang Xiang heard, and sighed with emotion: "I think back then, I could stay up all night for several days to have sex with the iron-headed baby, but now I can't. I have to drink a lot and have to wait for several days."
"It's really beautiful here, come on, let's take a group photo together!" Huajiao stood by the window and waved.
Everyone agreed and gathered over.
Jiuzi looked at the photo: "The peppercorns are so big, how do you feel they are different from me?"
"Don't you understand beauty cameras?" The young lady looked quite satisfied.
"It's superficial. Can't you put aside your figure and appearance and take a natural photo from the heart?"