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Eight.

Early in the morning, Chenyang got up from the bed, threw all the documents at home, asked his father to go through the formalities, and drove his classic car back to the rental house.

It took a lot of time yesterday, although Wen Xia didn't urge the draft, but Chenyang didn't like it on the weekend, not to mention such a bad work as "Fengshen Bang", he also wanted to see the readers' reactions.

Taking off his coat, Chenyang sat down in front of the computer and started working.

Bang-la-la

Bang la la la.

After a while, the room was filled with the sound of keyboard tapping.

Modify, codeword.

It wasn't until 11 o'clock that Chenyang stopped, looked at the number of words, and it was only 13,000, ", sure enough, my hands are fast and scum, and it took so long to write six thousand." ”

Although there is an essential difference between a guest writer and an Internet god, he does not need to face a hard update task every day, and he is still in the manuscript storage period, so he does not need to face any tasks at all.

But Chenyang was used to being a writer in his previous life, and he was also used to keeping a certain amount of manuscripts in order to cope with the situation that he didn't want to write or write in the future, and 13,000 was definitely not enough for him.

However, it's almost time to deal with Wen Xia.

After adding a few thousand words and making up an integer, Chenyang sent it to Wen Xia, "Dear class leader, how is it? I'll be fast, the manuscript will be sent to you, the writing is not good, give me more comments." ”

The manuscript of the guest writer, he is not worried about anything, as for the opinions, it is also half-true and half-false, the real half is that he really wants to hear what Wen Xia thinks, and the fake half is that he will not change it even if Wen Xia says it.

"Fengshen Bang" is such a classic novel, except for the wording and sentence layout, he really can't think of anything that needs to be changed.

The manuscript was sent, Chenyang's task was completed, and I simply ordered a takeout on the Internet, and then I remembered yesterday's "Long March" and "Man Jianghong" name campaigns.

opened the official website of CCTV, and as soon as I logged in to my account, hundreds of messages popped up.

"You're the author, are you kidding me?"

"It's still the Long March, it's still full of Jianghong, and Manjianghong is the name of the word brand, do you know it. ”

"Another impostor, I'm really fed up, if it's yours, you can contact the TV station, and if you don't tell you that you're the author, hehe, even if you don't tell, I won't think you're the original author!"

A series of messages went down, and nine times out of ten they scolded.

However, this is also expected by Chenyang, after these two poems were exposed by CCTV, there were many people who pretended to be authors on the Internet.

It's not realistic to just leave a message to correct your name.

What's more, what Qian Lao said is right, when he wrote "Man Jianghong" and "Long March", he was really in a hurry, and he left without mentioning his name.

Of course, Chenyang doesn't plan to give up.

Sooner or later, these two poems will have to be corrected, but the timing is not right, and it is not convincing, anyway, the things are already there, and CCTV has also approved them, are you afraid that you will not be able to run away?

As for these people who scolded him on the Internet, he really didn't care!

After a few casual glances, Chenyang closed the webpage.

Bell bell bell.

The phone rang.

Chenyang thought it was a takeaway, so he didn't look at it and picked it up, "Please send it to a building in Jinxin Community, Unit 2, press 302 and I will open the door, I'm lazy, I'm too lazy, I won't go down to pick it up when the time comes." ”

A series of cannons were sent out, and there was silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the girl's giggles.

Chenyang heard that it was Wen Xia, smacked his lips, and complained jokingly, "Why are you the squad leader, I'm waiting for takeout, and you don't let me eat because of the busy line?"

Wen Xiale said, "Isn't it that I saw your manuscript, and I don't feel at ease if I don't give you a call." ”

Chenyang put his feet on the computer desk, looked at the computer and leaned up without skin and face, "What's the matter? I haven't seen you for a few days, so you miss me? ”

"It's less smelly and beautiful, who misses you," Wen Xia was amused, "Okay, okay, no kidding, I'll talk to you about business, next month on the 20th, the newspaper will hold a special writers' winter outing, are you coming?"

The Winter Gathering of Invited Writers is actually similar to the annual meeting between the gods of online literature in the previous life, except that newspapers or magazines are not like websites, and millions of people sign up every day casually.

There are fewer contributors, and even fewer are able to get contracted writers.

Therefore, almost every spring and winter, newspapers and magazines will build such a platform, so that their writers can have an opportunity to meet and communicate.

Although people in the literary and entertainment circles are all scum in Chenyang's heart, everyone is curious, in his previous life, he was just a gunman and had no chance, but now he finally sees the opportunity, how can he let it go easily.

Without thinking about it, Chenyang said, "Go, of course go, this is a good opportunity to hug your thighs, maybe my buddy will go and even solve the major events of his life by the way, I have heard that there are many beautiful writers and beauties invited by the Capital Daily." ”

Wen Xia snorted, "Fart beauty, all the beauties are on TV, who is here to write a novel?" Tell you, the most beautiful person in the entire newspaper is me, and I didn't even notice a beauty like me, so I won't report it to you." ”

Chenyang hurriedly begged for mercy, "Don't mind, class leader, you have to pity me, I haven't touched my sister's hand in my twenties, so you can give me a chance, even if they are all dinosaurs, you can let me come here for a prehistoric trip." ”

Wen Xia snorted, pretending to be righteous and said, "As a member of the newspaper, I have the obligation to protect the safety of its writers, so I decided not to let you come, big, pervert, wolf!"

Chenyang knew that Wen Xia was joking, so he asked cheaply, "I'm a pervert, wolf, what are you?"

This guy was talking about Wen Xia wearing his T-shirt naked that day.

This thing was so impactful that Chenyang still felt his blood gushing when he thought about it, so he decided to shame Wen Xia with that matter, so that she could restrain herself a little.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and as soon as the corners of Chenyang's mouth raised a victorious smile, he heard Wen Xia say very calmly, "My old driver, buddy, the car is about to go, will you come up?"

Chenyang: "......"

……

Had lunch.

In the afternoon, Chenyang has nothing to do, he is an otaku, and now he is doing a job that only needs to be done at home, and he has to nest in the bedroom to write novels.

For a whole afternoon, the number of words in "Fengshen List" soared, from 20,000 to 30,000.

Although the hand speed is not so satisfying, it can be seen anyway.

In the evening, Chenyang received an email from Wen Xia, which was roughly divided into two parts, the first part was the publication date of the "Fengshen List", which was determined to next Tuesday.

The second part is Wen Xia's question about the setting of "Fengshen List".

For this, Chenyang has been prepared for a long time.

As early as before the beginning, he had checked all kinds of materials in detail and had an understanding of the spiritual sustenance advocated by this world.

Although the current China has not developed the same sects as in the past, it has developed various forces, and those who engage in literature have the power of literature, and those who engage in art have the power of art.

In short, this is a world of all kinds of ethereal powers.

Moreover, in the common perception of people, as long as a person dies, everything he has, from the soul to the mind, will exist in the vast heavens and the earth, and turn into various forces.

This force can be interconnected with certain things, it can also be transformed, it can also be fused, but what will happen, there is no standard, rough speaking, the current Chinese admiration is more similar to Taoism of non-action.

However, these do not shake the morning sun.

Although he has no idea of reconstructing the sect of this world, as far as the novel is concerned, it is necessary to establish a systematic and clear system, and the simple and ethereal force is absolutely untenable in the novel.

In the face of Wen Xia's questioning, Chenyang's answer was concise and domineering, "This is my setting!"