After a week, the three ladies didn't trouble me anymore, and I was also idle, in addition to practicing calligraphy every day, I exercised, the fatigue of the first day was completely gone, as if I had adapted to this feeling, and at night I was either fooling around with people who lacked virtue or going to Xiuxiu to help, and they could be said to be my only friends in the tea city, and they were the kind of people who experienced life and death together......

Leng Yue seems to have changed like a different person since he saw the fat editor-in-chief, he is elusive, and he often can't even see a figure, if it weren't for the fact that every day he would still squat outside the door in a sportswear to wake me up from his sleep, and when I was lying on the windowsill, I could still see him hitting a tree stump in the yard, and I really thought he was missing

This aroused my curiosity even more, I asked about the lack of morality, and then showed him the photo of the fat editor-in-chief, and asked him if he knew this person, but he shook his head when he saw the photo, saying that he had never seen this person at all, I knew that although he had some ability, but it was basically some crooked ways, and I no longer counted on him, I took out my mobile phone and called back to the fat editor-in-chief's phone, but the fat editor-in-chief's phone has been busy

I originally thought that he was busy with something, so he didn't have time to answer the phone, but I thought about it, he should know my mobile phone number, from his previous attitude, no matter how busy he should have answered my phone, but obviously I thought too much, I called him again the next day, or busy

I started to realize that something was wrong, and from that day on I would call him every morning, but the call kept on a busy tone

I suddenly remembered the publisher of the fat editor-in-chief, and I acted immediately, I wore a large trench coat, a peaked cap, sunglasses, and a mask to make sure I wouldn't be recognized, and then I took a taxi to the publishing house, and the driver kept staring back at me all the way, and I was a little embarrassed, thinking that he might be taking me for some kind of fugitive

After I arrived at the place, I threw the money at him and went straight to the publishing house, the publishing house I am very familiar with, more than a month has passed, and I have not forgotten because of the time, I climbed directly to the seventh floor, and a few big characters of the publishing house came into view, and I walked directly inside

The publishing house was busy, and when I came in, a receptionist came over and brought me a glass of water

I saw that the receptionist had a very familiar feeling, and suddenly remembered that the person in front of me was the receptionist who I gave her the bank card in the first place

"Is there anything you need my help with, this gentleman?" she spoke in extremely pure Mandarin, with a standard smile on her face, and looked harmless

I put my hands in my pockets and whispered, "Is your editor-in-chief here?"

When she heard someone ask the editor-in-chief, she was stunned for a moment, then looked at the editor-in-chief's office

I followed her gaze, and the door to the editor-in-chief's office was hidden, as if there was a figure inside, but I could tell from the shadow that the person was not the fat editor-in-chief......

"Do you have an appointment with our editor-in-chief?" the reception lady was still very friendly and communicated with me

I didn't know what the situation was, so I had to think of something else, I glanced at the other people who were working, and without turning my attention to my side, I took out a few hundred-dollar bills from my pocket, and then secretly stuffed them to the reception lady, and asked in a low voice, "Where is your fat editor-in-chief?"

"Our editor-in-chief is in the office, what kind of fat editor-in-chief are you talking about?" the reception lady asked suspiciously

I was stunned for a moment, what she said was very true, if I hadn't seen the editor-in-chief before, I would definitely think that what she said was true, I glanced at the two hundred yuan in my hand, and then took out three hundred and asked, "Don't worry, as long as you say where your fat editor-in-chief went, the five hundred is yours, and no one will know that it was you who said......

She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Our editor-in-chief has always been the one in the room, there is no fat editor-in-chief, are you in the wrong place...... What the hell are you here for, I'm going to call security again......"

Now it's my turn to wonder, I don't think she is lying, so what's going on, I suddenly thought of a possibility, that is, she didn't lie at all, because the fat editor-in-chief is not the editor-in-chief at all, it's just a plot made up by a cat like Liu Yujie, but the difference between this editor-in-chief and Liu Yujie is that he really exists!

Thinking of this possibility, I suddenly felt a chill in my back

I glanced at the others in the office again, took back the five hundred dollars, and said thank you

She looked at me puzzled

"Actually, I just saw that you looked very good-looking, and I wanted to invite you to dinner, but it's your working time, so it's better to wait for you downstairs at your publishing house at noon......"

I took off my sunglasses, then flicked my wrist, leaked out my watch, glanced at the time and said with a smile, I know she has seen my watch, will definitely come, and then put her hands in her coat pockets and walked out, if I hadn't given her a bank card of 20,000 yuan before, I might not be sure that she could come, and I am still more confident in Zhang Yang's face, although I don't want to admit it, but it is indeed a little more handsome than me, just a little ......

I don't know what I want to know from the fat editor-in-chief, maybe because I want to know the truth about my coming to the tea city, maybe because I want to find the cat, only by knowing the truth, I can find a glimmer of life in the third lady, I don't know anything and have been kept in the dark and led away, this is definitely not my character

It's 11:50, and there's still a little time left before the lunch break of their publishing house, so I didn't go anywhere else, sitting in the lobby on the first floor of the publishing house, lighting a cigarette, and not smoking in front of people who know my identity, so this feeling is about to suffocate me, I squatted at the door of the publishing house like a blind raffle, without the slightest appearance of a young master

Suddenly, a young man walked up to me, then approached me, shook his long bangs, and whispered "Dude, borrow a ......"

I glanced at him, then handed him the lighter

He lit a cigarette and took a puff, then handed it to me and said thank you

I took the fire back and stopped looking at him, but he kept looking at me, and I asked my buddy if he was okay

"Do you work at this publishing house, too? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I don't work here, I'll wait for ......," I said perfunctorily

"Coincidentally, I'm ...... too," he laughs

I don't know why, I always feel that there is something wrong with this person, and I always have nothing to say......

I kept my eyes fixed on the direction of the stairs, and after a while, the receptionist came down alone, and then I saw the young man beside me suddenly change his face

I was about to go up to say hello when I noticed that the young man next to me was one step ahead of me......

"Surprise ......"

I raised my hand a little embarrassed and didn't know where to put it, I finally knew what was wrong, this young man turned out to be the boyfriend of the reception lady, I was thinking about whether I should go or what to do at that moment, now let me go up and continue to invite the reception lady to dinner I definitely don't dare, it's not that I can't beat him, the young man looks quite delicate, but I always feel that this kind of behavior is not very moral......

"Jun Mo, you're here like this, aren't you not resting today?" The reception lady was also a little embarrassed when she saw the young man behind her......

I always felt that the name Jun Mo seemed a little familiar, but I didn't remember it for a while

The young man who was called Jun Mo by the reception lady had a happy smile on his face, touched the reception lady's hair, and said gently, "What does I have to rest as a writer, of course, it is a delay, what is more important than having dinner with my girlfriend......"

I was stunned, but it wasn't because I was sweetened by their greasy scene, but I suddenly remembered where I had seen this name, the reception lady just called him Jun Mo, I didn't remember, but he himself said that he was a writer, and a name that impressed me immediately jumped into my mind

Bai Jun Mo ......

The writer who stole my copyright......

I feel that my brain is congested very quickly at that moment, a violent memory flickers in my mind, I can't go, although I have always hated the identity of Zhang Yang, but sometimes I have to admit that the identity of Zhang Yang is really useful, such as now, this is God giving me a chance to take revenge, or rather, a chance to find the fat editor-in-chief......

The reception lady looked at me apologetically, and kept giving me a look to let me go first......

Bai Junmo saw the surprised expression on the reception lady's face, then turned his head to look at me, and asked calmly, "Do you know him?"

The reception lady just wanted to say that she didn't know ......

I had already walked over to the two of them and said with a smile, "Yes, she agreed to eat with me just now...... You know her, too?"

"You promised to eat with him?" Bai Junmo looked at the reception lady a little angrily

The reception lady wanted to explain, but I didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and then looked at Bai Junmo and sneered, "What's the matter, is this young lady your wife?"

"She's my girlfriend!"

"You're not his husband, you're just a girlfriend, I just want to invite your girlfriend to dinner, why are you so excited?"

"No!" Bai Junmo said firmly, and then pulled the reception lady to leave

"You're a writer, aren't you? I heard you wrote a novel called The Final Weapon?" I took off my mask and sunglasses, lowered my head and asked, "Do you know how An Jin died?"

"Of course I do......" Bai Junmo blurted out, and then immediately looked at me with a shocked expression

I smiled and didn't speak

An Jin is my character, and the book "Final Weapon" he wrote changed the names of the characters because of suspicion

In his book "The Final Weapon", there is no An Jin at all......