Another half hour passed before Zhang Fan returned to Maoshan Incense and Candle Shop. As soon as he entered the store, he saw Liu Ying and Su Mei'e's son squatting in the corner again, wondering what they were doing.
When he stepped forward and took a look, he was instantly startled. He saw that the two little guys had gotten two toads from nowhere and were playing house.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan almost carried it in one breath. Good guy, why do these two kids play with these messy things all day long?
I was playing with mice a few days ago, and today I got two toads to play with. If this trend continues, maybe next spring, even snakes will be able to play with it?
This is not okay, absolutely not. If he scares the customers, his newly opened shop will be doomed.
He walked up to them and scolded them. Zhang Fan threw the two toads onto the road and then went up to the second floor.
But after Zhang Fan just went upstairs, Liu Ying and Su Mei'e's son looked at each other, got two little mice from somewhere, and started playing happily again.
Zhang Fan sat down on the chair, turned on the computer, and logged in to Gallop. It’s been a long time since I paid much attention to the book [The End of Terror].
There is nothing to do tonight, so I can just write a few more chapters. Sitting in front of the computer, Zhang Fan began to conceive of the plot development of the book. It took a long time until some emotions were brewing before he tapped the keyboard and started typing.
After coding for nearly three hours, it was almost 23:00 that Zhang Fan stopped.
He spent more than three hours and coded more than 10,000 words in total. Maybe it's my talent. When I write, I basically follow a set of flow and finish it in one go, without any lag at all.
Looking at the 10,000 words written, Zhang Fan showed a satisfied smile and checked it a few more times before publishing it in the author's backend.
After successfully publishing, Zhang Fan clicked on the main page of [End of Horror] again, but when he saw the changes inside, his breathing suddenly became rapid.
I saw that at this moment, his number of clicks unexpectedly exceeded 100,000, and even the number of book friends on the fan list reached nearly 500.
Zhang Fan didn't know much about the rankings on these fan lists. He had only written the book not long ago, and many of the rules were unclear.
Looking past the fan list, he looked at the comment area below and found that the number of comments had reached more than 3,000. He held his breath and looked patiently, and saw that these comments were all positive, and they were all positive comments urging updates. .
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan was even more excited. It seems that the book he wrote was finally recognized by readers.
This was great news. He never dreamed that he would have such a day. Zhang Fan did not read these comments, but went to the author's backstage again, intending to see how the collection was.
Seeing that it didn't matter, he almost jumped out of his chair with joy. Because the collection of [End of Horror] has reached 4521.
This kind of collection is unimaginable, it's ridiculously large. Zhang Fan was very happy and excited. He quickly logged into Penguin and wanted to tell the other authors in the signing group the news.
But the moment he landed on the Penguin, he saw two messages popping up automatically. One message was sent by his editor Hongzhidou, and the other message was a friend notification requested by a stranger named Wan Hongzhuang.
Zhang Fan glanced at Wan Hongzhuang's friend notification, recalled it briefly, and then remembered who he was.
Wan Hongzhuang was nicknamed Da Zhuang by the writers in the signing group who said he was a big shot! Nine books in ten years is awesome.
I don’t know why this big guy came to add me as a friend. Zhang Fan thought for a while and agreed.
I wanted to say hello to him, but found that Da Zhuang was not online, so Zhang Fan had no choice but to give up his plan and just sent him a message.
Exiting from Da Zhuang's friend box, Zhang Fan chose to edit Hongzhidou's chat box and clicked in. Hongzhidou didn't send many messages to him, only three sentences.
But these three sentences, followed by Zhang Fan's pupils couldn't help but shrink a few times. [The results of your book are very good and of high quality. The review team has discussed with the three bosses above and plans to arrange a wave of Bamao channels for you to test the results after the year. If the test results are good, you should be able to Make a small profit!
】【Don’t stop updating, keep updating steadily, it’s best to update 10,000 words a day. If your test scores are good, we will consider arranging Baidu channels for you so that your book can reach more readers!
】[In the next few days, polish your article and avoid any content related to pornography, politics, or gangsterism. This is a taboo that is strictly enforced in the current online writing environment. Seize the opportunity. The bosses above will value your article very much. !
】Although the three sentences are not many, the amount of information contained is extremely heavy. After reading it, Zhang Fan could no longer hold back his inner joy.
This is indirectly telling him that you are going to fly, polish your writing, and you may have a chance to make money.
【OK! I understand, thank you editor for your help! 】Zhang Fan sent a word of thanks to the editor of Hongzhidou and prepared to quit.
But as soon as he sent this sentence, Hongzhidou immediately responded with a message. It seemed that he was specifically waiting for Zhang Fan's reply.
[Polish the article well and don’t stop updating it. Your book has a great future! ] Hongzhidou sent a smiling expression and said.
Seeing Hongzhidou's reply so quickly, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be stunned. You must know that editors like these usually get off work on time at 17:00, plus weekends and weekends. They rarely have such non-working hours. Log in to work penguin.
【receive! ] Zhang Fan replied politely. After these two words were sent, there was no movement from Hongzhidou's side, as if he had gone offline to sleep.
Zhang Fan looked at the red bean editor's profile that dimmed again and let out a breath. If nothing else happens, his book should be very popular in the future, but to what extent it will be, he doesn't know.
Of course, he doesn't ask for greatness, as long as he can be recognized by more and more readers. Zhang Fan picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. He planned to go to the signing group to brag about his skills with the authors. However, the next second, his cell phone suddenly started ringing at an inappropriate time, echoing in the quiet room on the second floor. It lingers for a long time and is particularly harsh.
Zhang Fan was startled when he heard the sound, and looked carefully, only to find that the call was actually from Du Jianhai.
"Huh? It's so late, what do you mean by calling me?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Du Jianhai calling him at this time.
After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Fan took another sip of tea and answered the call. But before he could speak, Du Jianhai's anxious voice rang out from the other end of the phone: "Master Zhang, come and save me." Save me! I...we encountered a ghost..." On the other end of the phone, Du Jianhai's voice was filled with anxious fear, and his words were breathless, and next to him, there was an inexplicable... The woman cried.
