[But it must be very difficult for Da Zhuang to write so many books and persist for so many years. I don’t think you should ridicule him like this!
】Zhang Fan felt a little aggrieved by this big man. He had been working hard to write, but in the end, he was belittled and ridiculed by these authors in the group. It was really uncomfortable.
[Haha, Mr. Chunfeng, you are serious. Da Zhuang likes others to mock him like this! If you don't mock him for a day, he will feel uncomfortable!
】【Okay, I'm going to work, boss, please do your work first! 】Xiao Ye posted such a sentence and hurriedly logged off. It seemed that Zhang Fan directly pointed it out, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan sighed helplessly, exchanged a few words with the group, and then also logged off.
But just as he was about to log off, an author named Ziguang Jiye suddenly appeared and posted in the group: "The meal will start soon, are you ready?"
】The moment he said these words, the atmosphere in the entire contracted author group suddenly boiled to the extreme. One author after another appeared, responded, and said "Ready!"
】Zhang Fan saw this scene, confusion appeared on his face, he didn't understand what happened, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost, and he froze on the spot.
At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of Ziguang being called the true god. I saw.
. . . . . This author, named Ziguangjiye, actually posted more than a dozen pictures of beautiful women with hot and exposed figures. The beauties in these pictures were wearing very few clothes, with only a few pieces covering important parts.
Good guy, it turns out that the True God of Purple Light actually means this. Zhang Fan's eyes were wide open and he yelled "Cruel" with a horrified look on his face.
However, compared to his shock, the authors in the group were extremely calm, as if they had long been accustomed to it, and some even started to scream.
Zhang Fan was a little thirsty and was frightened by the craziness of these authors. He quickly turned off the Penguin account and threw his phone aside, not daring to look at it anymore.
He felt that the authors in this group seemed a little abnormal. Not long after Zhang Fan turned off his phone, the signing group, an author named Wan Hongzhuang, quietly went online. He was browsing the messages in the group as usual, and when he saw Zhang Fan's words that he felt unworthy of him Then, his eyes suddenly moved and he fell silent.
After being silent for a long time, Wan Hongxiang exhaled a breath, opened the platform of Chicheng Chinese website, and entered the words "The End of Horror" into the search bar.
The input was successful, and the next second, the book information about [The End of Terror] also appeared. With a single click of the mouse, you will enter the home page of [The End of Horror].
[In the evil world of the five turbidities, hell is empty, the horror is at its end, and there is no way to escape! ] The first thing that catches the eye is the introduction of [The End of Terror].
After just one glance, Wan Hongzhuang stopped paying attention to the introduction and was ready to enter the text. But the moment he entered the main text, he glanced at the data of [End of Terror], his pupils suddenly shrank rapidly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Because he saw it. . . . . . [End of Horror] This book only has less than 10,000 words, but it has about 20,000 clicks, and the number of collections has reached 100, and the most terrifying data is not these, but the comments below district.
There are a full two hundred comments, and most of the comments are different and not commented by the same reader.
It is possible to cheat on clicks and collections, but there is absolutely no chance of fraud in the comment area.
Wan Hongxiang swallowed, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and began to browse the comments section of [End of Horror].
The more he turned, the more frightened and frightened he became. At the end, the right hand that was pressing the mouse was trembling uncontrollably.
These comments are all real comments from readers, and without exception, they are all unanimously positive, not even curse words.
In addition, what makes Wan Hongzhuang even more unbelievable is that there are at least ten readers among them who he has seen in the fan list of real online literary masters.
All of them were. . . . . . The top brother on the list, and he is also the kind of supreme book lover.
"Could this spring breeze in the world be a small account opened by a master from another website?" Wan Hongxiang exclaimed with shock on his face.
Only this explanation can make complete sense. After all, it is just a new book with less than 10,000 words. How can it achieve such results if it is placed in a new book by a newcomer?
It must be a trumpet account opened by a certain Internet writer. . . . . . . Zhang Fan was completely unaware of this. He just glanced at the data and lost interest.
The number of words in the early stage is still small, so it doesn’t make much sense to focus too much on the results. Opening the author area, Zhang Fan started coding again.
It wasn't until he had coded more than 10,000 words that he turned off the computer and walked downstairs. It was almost noon now, and he wanted to go back to check on Chu Chu's condition.
When he came outside, Zhang Fan rode a shared bicycle and rushed to Fugui Huating. It was a smooth journey, there were not many passersby, and it didn't take long for Zhang Fan to arrive.
He bought some vegetables and fruit pulp at the supermarket outside the community before going upstairs. Opening the door, Zhou Xiaojing immediately beamed when she saw Zhang Fan and welcomed him in.
Zhang Fan looked at Zhou Xiaojing's haggard little face and couldn't help but feel a little guilty. It seemed that she must have paid a lot to take care of Chu Chu.
After chatting with Zhou Xiaojing for a while, Zhang Fan told her to take good care of her body and not get tired, and then hurried to the kitchen to cook.
His cooking skills are not very good, he can only be said to be barely able to eat. Zhou Xiaojing enjoyed the meal very happily and did not dislike Zhang Fan's cooking skills.
Seeing this, Zhang Fancai breathed a sigh of relief and told her that if anything happened, she must notify him as soon as possible.
After hearing this, Zhou Xiaojing nodded excitedly, and then told Zhang Fan that the Chinese New Year would be coming in less than half a month, and she wanted to go back to her hometown a day or two in advance, hoping that Zhang Fan would agree.
Regarding the New Year celebrations, Zhang Fan agreed without even thinking about it. In fact, when he returned home for the New Year this time, he also planned to go back to his hometown in Dujiang City.
When the time comes, Zhang Fan is thinking of ways to take care of Chu Chu. If nothing unexpected happens, Su Qian will return to China in the next two days. He will ask for the medicine to cure vegetative state from Su Qian. He hopes that Chu Chu can wake up smoothly after taking the medicine. When the time comes, he can return to his hometown. Chu Chu took him back together.
After the meal, Zhang Fan told Zhou Xiaojing that he was going on a long trip in the past two days. After Zhou Xiaojing heard this, she didn't say anything, she just wished Zhang Fan a safe journey and a safe return.
Zhang Fan briefly chatted with Zhou Xiaojing for a while, then he came to the master bedroom and took a look at Chu Chu. Seeing that her face was flushed and nothing serious, he called Su Mei'e over and told her that she had worked hard these past few days, and then explained something. Take good care of Chu Chu, then turn around and leave.
Zhang Fan left Fugui Huating and did not return to Maoshan Incense Shop immediately. Instead, he went to Ma Xiuqin's community again.
Since the last time Ma Xiuqin was kidnapped, he has been busy and has not visited them. Now that he remembered it this time, he could go over and find out how they were doing recently.
Soon, Zhang Fan arrived at Ma Xiuqin's residence. After knocking on the door, he found that she was cooking. He looked at the time and found that it was only 12 noon. It was normal to cook at this time.
After walking around the room, Zhang Fan did not see Chu Feng. Ma Xiuqin told him that Chu Feng had to take the monthly exam recently, so he was in school and had not returned yet.
After hearing this, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that something had happened to Chu Feng. If he encountered any danger, he would have no way to explain it to Chu Yu.
Zhang Fan chatted with Ma Xiuqin for a long time before he turned and left. Because Ma Xiuqin and Chu Feng paid for their daily expenses on a regular basis, they did not need to worry about money.
