“…After the meeting, the leader introduced the meeting to me and delivered an important speech.
"The first one pointed out that peace and development are the two major themes of Kkaihara Kukai today. We should fight civilly rather than violently. Try to control friction at the level of white calamity. If you die, you will die, and you will not feel bad if you die.
"The leader also pointed out, Jiang Bailu, what's your expression? I will die even if I don't die. Will you feel bad if I die? You are just pretending, I think you wish I would die early. It's up to you whether you want me to die or not."
"I'm not the only one who said this. Tai Fengxian, a bald guy, has been talking around the bush for a long time. In the end, that's not what he meant. It's the most annoying to you pretentious people.
"Of course, don't speak so bluntly to the following. Use it tactfully and tactfully. The minutes of the meeting are not minutes of the meeting. Please polish it a little. You know what I mean.
"The leader emphasized that the troubles Zhou Boxu caused caused him a headache. How much money is his face worth? Why are you playing with your life with so little crystal clusters a month? Zhou Boxu may not be able to give it to you. How good you are, you can handle it, I don't care anyway.
"Appreciate this."
Jiang Bailu finished reciting the highest instructions from the Compound Eye Headquarters in a smooth and precise manner without any ups and downs. He solemnly and solemnly put away his wordless speech and said to the audience:
"I have conveyed the spirit of my superiors. You can arrange the specific matters yourself."
He looked at the Suiyuantai envoy in the middle of the first row:
"Old Niu, have you chosen a good person?"
Lao Niu stood up quickly:
"Jun Zuo, I already have a candidate in mind.
"Those people in Polutai did not know the importance of the matter and took it lightly. They actually sent a deputy to carry out such an important task. They simply deserved to die. Since the incident, I have learned from it painfully..."
"Hahaha, what's the matter, Old Niu, are you going to destroy Daoxing and go there in person? Your Daoxing is not easy to destroy. Can I help you?"
Jiang Bailu rolled up his right sleeve, his face beaming with joy:
"Come on, come on, come here, just for a moment. I'll fight today and go to work tomorrow. It's safe and hygienic. I won't charge you a penny."
"No, no, no, no, Jun Zuo, that's not what I meant. It's not me, it's not me."
Suiyuan Tai was making Niu Meng retreat violently, retreating behind everyone as fast as lightning. He grabbed the tall and thin woman sitting on the left and blocked her firmly in front of him:
"The middle position of Bai Jie, experienced in hundreds of battles, the star of hope in Suiyuan Taiwan, enjoying the benefits of a regular job since yesterday, invincible to anyone below Chi Jia - Ye Jia!"
Ye Jia couldn't move and could only look at Jiang Bailu and smile awkwardly.
Niu Meng, I’ll fuck your uncle.
…
Weiming World, Rhodes Commercial Plaza, Alanya Qingba.
Half a month ago, this was the venue for the S&M Game Jam.
Two retro-style louvered half-waist doors opened and closed, and the speakers at the entrance of the bar emitted creaking old special effects sounds.
A short-haired girl wearing a newsboy hat tilted her head down and walked in furtively.
After confirming that there were no familiar people around, she pressed the small round sunglasses on the bridge of her nose with a disdainful smile on her lips.
Yes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Ah Le, you didn’t expect that I would actually return to the scene of opening the skylight!
Fang Weiyu walked to the bar and sat down, and ordered a glass of dealcoholized wine called "Ruo Drinking Ruo Wu" from the bartender dressed as a white-haired dwarf, with an alcohol content of 0.5% and a non-member price of 88 yuan.
This wine can be called "Drink or Not", and drinking a glass here is more expensive than buying a whole bottle online, so it is a type she would never order.
But today is different.
Something doesn't feel right today.
Qinggenfeng Cultural and Creative Group Co., Ltd., referred to as Qinggenfeng Cultural and Creative Group.
Since she had never heard of it, she did a temporary search before coming and found out that this company was actually one of the top ten multinational media giants in the world. She was really surprised.
A company of this caliber actually said that it wanted to talk to her about copyright cooperation, and what they were interested in was the grey-faced urban ghost story series...
She didn't know whether she was abnormal or whether the world was abnormal, and she urgently needed to do something abnormal to confirm.
Fang Weiyu drank half of the glass in one gulp and slammed the bottom of the glass on the bar.
Isn't this just an ordinary glass of sparkling grape juice? Xiaobozi liqueur is more qualified to enter the bar than you are!
I'm so sorry, I really want to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
As soon as the thought arose, her heart surged, and countless thoughts and pictures flashed in her mind.
Fang Weiyu closed his eyes and felt the fluctuations in his heart:
A small amount of mania, a large amount of nihilism, a little anti-social tendencies, a few confusion factors, and neuroticism that can't be controlled because of the smallest things. Everything is the same as usual.
I'm still me.
I'm normal.
What is not normal is this world.
So I just said that something is really not right today. Could this be some high-end fraud against the author of Pujie? Killing pigeons?
"Hello, are you Mr. Tunzhou, the author of the Gray City Ghost Stories series?"
Fang Weiyu heard a polite yet friendly business man's voice coming from behind.
She turned to look at the visitor.
…
"Teacher Fang, nice to meet you."
After a brief exchange of greetings, Liang De put away his business card holder, sat down generously to the left of Fang Weiyu, and nodded to the white-haired dwarf bartender at the bar:
"A glass of Cinderella, thank you."
After ordering, he took out the light blue tablet and stand from his briefcase, unlocked it and placed it in front of Fang Weiyu.
"This is?" Fang Weiyu was a little confused.
"I'm sorry, I didn't express myself clearly when I first contacted you."
Liang De opened the cross-border conferencing software on his tablet, and the window showed that it was connecting.
"Teacher Weiyu, our company attaches great importance to this cooperation. Originally, our Chief Editor Li was going to come to discuss with you personally the full copyright operation plan of the Gray City Ghost Story series, but unfortunately she encountered some unexpected things while working abroad. Due to the situation, I didn’t catch the flight, so I can only have a video conference with you today. I hope you can understand.”
"Well, Editor Liang, you don't have to be so polite. To be honest, I'm not used to this. The more polite you are, the more nervous I become... Video conferencing is no problem, it's absolutely no problem, it's just..."
Fang Weiyu drew several triangles in the air with his hands, as if he was conducting an invisible orchestra:
"I don't know how to say it. I know my situation very well. I won't say how bad the data is. But even if you put aside the data, there is nothing particularly remarkable about it. Why do you just...
"I mean, for a company as big as Qinggenfeng Cultural Creation... To be honest, I am usually very confident, but it's still hard for me to deny that there is a little bit of absurdity in this matter.
"Editor Liang, are you really the copyright editor of Qinggenfeng Creative?"
Liang De picked up the cup of Cinderella pushed over by the dwarf bartender, took a sip, and said with a smile:
"If you are worried, you can go to the company's official website and have a look at my photo and contact information."
Fang Weiyu's speed of drawing triangles with both hands gradually increased:
"I know, I know, I've already searched. What I just did is equivalent to pinching myself to see if I'm dreaming, but this is really..."
Liang De put down the tulip cup in his hand and looked into her eyes seriously:
"Teacher Weiyu, you underestimate yourself, your works, and your possibilities.
"In fact, you have created an unprecedented and perfect character in the film that shocked the past and the present. You may not realize it yourself, but I, we, and all the bright-minded people in this world will see him sooner or later. The bright light on his body.
"And what you have to do now is to believe in the light."
Fang Weiyu: "I..."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
At this time, Li Zhixian's sonorous and powerful voice suddenly came out from the office tablet, causing the wine glasses on the bar to buzz:
"Xiao Liang, stop smelling like frozen chicken soup. What are you doing in vain? Stop saying anything. First transfer five million to Teacher Fang to see how strong you are."
Transfer five million on the spot?
Fang Weiyu's heart skipped a beat.
It's over, what a liar.
(End of chapter)
