"Sam, what's the best work?"

Although it was early summer, the sun was already hanging high outside, there were no clouds, and the ultraviolet rays had peeled off a layer of skin. Bruce took off his coat and shouted, "Ah, little Feifei, pour me a glass of happy water!"

"Mr. Bruce, do you want ice?"

"Of course!"

Bruce winked at Roffie, ripped off his tie, and chose a comfortable position to sit in his chair.

Sam had a pipe in his mouth, his eyes rolling on the book, which was a newly published book, and the ink on it smelled very strong.

As a gold editor, the taste of ink is his spiritual pillar.

For example, online literature is also on the rise in Dalais, but more than 90% of Dalais people still like to buy physical books.

Of course, Sam is one of them, and the smell of ink and the thickness of the book are like the difference between a dead house for an imaginary girlfriend and a real girlfriend for a real one.

Especially when the book is not written as a story, but as a world, Sam has a special urge.

He really wanted to see this Middle-earth developed by a game company so that he could experience the unreal world.

Bruce's screams interrupted his thoughts, and he carefully closed the book, his face serious and solemn.

"Bruce, as your clerk and as your old friend, I have discovered a great book that spans the ages!"

"Oh, cross-generational, great?" Bruce looked surprised, just when Luo Fei brought the happy water, he took it and took a sip, moaned comfortably, and smiled at Luo Fei: "Little Feifei, thank you, this happy water is really a great invention!"

Sam's face was black: "Luo Fei, give me a drink too!"

Rophy: "Oh, Mr. Sam, do you want ice?"

"Of course!"

"It's hard to imagine that someone has only invented such a cool thing now, by the way, Sam, where did you just go?"

Bruce finished a beautiful drink, crossed his hands, and looked straight.

"The book, the great new book, I will not judge how good the plot of this book is, nor how beautiful the language of this book is, in the end I chose the word great!"

Sam handed the book to Bruce: "Bruce, you should really take the time to read this book, I'm sure you'll be addicted to it." ”

Such a high rating?

Having known Sam for decades, the two are friends and an employee-boss relationship, and Bruce has never seen Sam say that about a book.

Well?

"The Lord of the Rings? can make you give such a high evaluation, let me guess, could it be that Agashui has released a new book?"

“NO！”

"It's not her, could it be Helen, he's the originator of the magical wind!"

"Bruce, do you think this book is magic? No, this book is fundamentally different from magic!"

After guessing several times in a row, Bruce couldn't guess correctly, and Bruce could only open the pages of the book and flip through the author's bio!

Author: AN!

Gone?

Bruce habitually reads the author's bio before reading a book, although a book written by a famous author is not necessarily a classic, at least the probability of a newcomer writing a classic masterpiece is much higher!

And this AN has never seen it before, and he knows a lot about Dahua's writers, and it seems that there has never been such a person!

"Little Feifei, give me another drink!" Bruce shouted at Rophy, and turned the first page.

And this time, it was as if time had stood still.

Bruce only thought it was a bit curious at first, and the author's writing style was a bit old, but the language was beautiful, and he secretly fantasized that this should be an old man.

But slowly, as the world began to expand, Bruce fell in.

The Lord of the Rings!

Dwarf!

Genie!

Oh God, what am I looking at?

This is not a book, this is the world!

As the sun set, the shadow of the plane tree outside the editorial building had fallen into the window of the editorial office, and Bruce sat on the sofa, the mottled shadow painted on his body, motionless, like a frozen picture of the Ice Age.

Crash!

Crash!

Except for the leaf of the book once every ten minutes, his face was a little fluffy, and the happy water bubbles next to him were getting fewer and fewer, and the ice cubes had long since melted.

Sam was smoking a cigarette on the side, and the smoke was billowing around the two of them.

Luo Fei at the front desk looked in the mirror boredly, glanced at the window from time to time, and continued to look down at the mirror.

Syllable!

The quiet space was finally broken, and Bruce closed the book, as if he had done something laborious, picked up the happy water at hand, and drank it down.

Ha!

"I want to see this author!"

……

Luo Fei, who was already dressed up, chewed gum and stared at the door.

Ever since Sam told her that Chen Ange was coming, Luo Fei was very excited.

She likes Chen Ange very much, especially after hearing the conversation between Sam and Bruce, she asked Sam for a book, and she nibbled on the book for three nights in a row!

She has more admiration for Chen Ange's liking.

The most important thing is that Chen Ange is just a big Chinese.

Why is he so familiar with the history of the West.

Although the Lord of the Rings is a whole new world, it is full of Western culture, as well as Western folklore and legends that can be found everywhere.

Oh, by the way, he said, he's only coming to Dalais temporarily.

Could it be that he came to Daaise for this Lord of the Rings?

Luo Fei fantasized about many matters related to Chen Ange, and finally, when the person who looked through the autumn water appeared at the door.

Luo Fei immediately ran out of the front desk.

"Oh, Mr. Chen, you're finally here. ”

Chen Ange is indeed different from others, after others submit, they are determined to be published, and they will come to inquire twice in three days, but Chen Ange disappeared without a trace after signing the contract, and he didn't even call.

"Miss Luo Fei, you are still so beautiful!"

"Oh, I'm so happy to get Mr. Chen, I saw your ring, I really like it, can you sign it for me?"

"Of course!"

"Sign here!"

Luo Fei pulled his collar, revealing the steaming two hemispheres, and pointed to his bra shoulder straps.

Ange Chen: ......

"Chen, you're finally here, come up, my boss wants to meet you!"

Sam appeared at the turning staircase on the second floor and beckoned to Ange Chen.

Chen Ange hurriedly ran over.

In the lounge on the second floor, Bruce was dressed informally, but neatly, and he tried to be as amiable as possible.

Forthwith......

Sam enters, followed by a young Asian.

"Sam?"

"Introduction, Ange Chen, the author of the Lord of the Rings! This is Bruce, my black-hearted boss!"

Bruce:......

Ange Chen: ......

"Sam, are you sure?"