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Say he speaks wildly?

Say his fans are beasts?

Ignoring you, you're still energetic, isn't it, is the beast theory ruthless? Isn't there a weakness in Internet buzzwords? Dude, I'll let you see today, what is the wisdom of Buddhism! What is it called lifting a stone to shoot yourself in the foot!

Compare scolding with me, you can really do it!

"Poof!"

"Damn, the Yang God has moved. ”

"Look at us as beasts, you are beasts. ”

"Laughing and peeing, there is wood, what the yang god said, capitalized clothes!"

"Zhang Bolin @ Zhang Bolin, you come out, my Yang God has come out, and I am not convinced. ”

"Let me translate that those who live in their hearts see that everyone is a beast, so ...... Zhang Bolin is a beast. ”

"Hahaha, don't quarrel, don't quarrel, because if we quarrel with the beast and win, we are more beasts than the beast, and if we lose the quarrel, the beast is not as good, and the tie is the same as the beast, so please be patient. ”

"Damn, it's a great talent upstairs. ”

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Half an hour.

Zhang Bolin did not respond.

Zhang Bolin's fans did not respond.

The whole microbroadcast instantly seemed to be cleared, no one dared to speak out, only where the fans kept commenting, however, in the dead of night, the number of fans who swiped the screen was slowly decreasing.

At home, Chenyang only waited for half an hour to sleep, he didn't have the spare time to really fight for the sake of the mouth cannon, since this group of Wang Ba calves looked down on themselves, then wait, tomorrow, he wants them to look good!

……

Tuesday.

Capital University.

Xu Jing is just an ordinary student, and at the same time, she is also a supernatural enthusiast.

Today happened to be no class, and it was the day when a lot of supernatural books were released, and at ten o'clock, Xu Jing appeared in front of the newsstand at the entrance of the school.

After many years of patronage, the newspaper seller uncle has already remembered Xu Jing, and before Xu Jing walked in, he said with a smile, "Come and say something supernatural?"

The supernatural is said to be the supernatural column under the section of the Beijing Daily.

Among the many newspaper industries, the supernatural theory was founded at the earliest, and the specific time can be traced back to five years ago, which can be said to be one of the few supernatural veterans in China today.

Although with the rise of supernatural novels in the past two years, the supernatural theory has suffered a lot of impact, but there are still many people who choose to pursue it.

Of course, the more important reason is that because of the reform of the Beijing Daily, a group of supernatural writers were invited, including the chief supernatural writer Zhang Bolin, and Zhang Bolin immediately launched his new work "Strange Tales" after going to the supernatural theory.

Although he didn't know much about the national sales of the supernatural, in the past six months, every Tuesday, more than 200 newspapers were properly sold out, and that's not counting the amount that others had ordered from him.

His small newsstand is so popular, you can imagine the sales of the whole country.

Thinking of Zhang Bolin, the newspaper seller was full of admiration for this writer.

Xu Jing smiled at the uncle while taking out the money, took the newspaper, and she glanced at the other newspapers, "Uncle, are there any other supernatural reports here?"

She is a big buyer of supernatural newspapers, and every time she comes to buy all kinds of supernatural newspapers in newspapers and periodicals, she almost has to buy all kinds of supernatural newspapers, but usually, most of the supernatural newspapers can't arouse her desire to buy a second time.

But even so, she still can't stop reading the new newspaper.

The uncle casually pulled out a newspaper, "Come, this, the ghost story, published by Sailing Magazine, the story in it is very interesting, I am addicted to it." ”

In fact, where does he look, he can't be busy taking care of this stall every day.

However, this is all a sales pitch, and many college students obediently pay for it because he says so.

Xu Jing pursed her lips, "This newspaper is similar to the supernatural theory, and the serialized stories are still in the same style as Zhang Bolin's "Tales of Sophistry", other novels are too naïve, is there anything else?"

The uncle was choked, and took out another copy casually, "Then look at this, urban weirdos, this newspaper is good, the stories in it are novel, I read this every week." ”

Xu Jing shook her head and said with disdain, "Qi Yue, a plagiarism monster, every time Zhang Bolin publishes any book, he has to follow the trend of plagiarism, it's disgusting to death, and the urban monster talks about black all his life." ”

The uncle's face darkened, and he said in his heart that this little girl is too uncute, even if you don't like it, you don't have to say it so bluntly, how can I sell this newspaper in the future.

One copy.

Another copy.

After pushing six or seven newspapers in a row, the newspaper seller's face turned black into carbon, and his enthusiasm just now was gone, so he casually found a night from the most inconspicuous place to talk to his heart, and said coldly, "I have few supernatural newspapers here, so there is only this one left." ”

The implication is that you love to buy it or not, and if you don't buy it, get out of here.

Xu Jing flipped through it casually, and was about to refuse, when suddenly, she saw the headline of the newspaper, which read in the first font, "The daily sales of millions of writers Chenyang is shocking, this winter, "Fengshen Bang" will take you to appreciate a different business week!"

Morning Sun?

The Chenyang who said he wanted to correct the supernatural writing?

Seeing the word Chenyang, a nameless anger rushed up.

Although Xu Jing can't talk about Zhang Bolin's iron fans, she has also chased "Tricks" for more than half a year, and up to now, Mr. Zhang Bolin's layout and Mr. Zhang Bolin's writing are also very iconic.

What kind of thing is your Chenyang, isn't it just a fairy tale writer?

Angry in her heart, Xu Jing couldn't care about the cold words of the newspaper seller, picked up the newspaper and asked, "Uncle, how much is this newspaper?"

"Five. ”

"Give you money. ”

After paying the money, Xu Jing strode back to the dormitory.

As soon as she entered the door, Xu Jing didn't care about chasing "Sophistry", but picked up the night and talked heart-to-heart, and went directly to the "Fengshen List", "I want to see what you have to conquer me!"

At the same time as saying this, Xu Jing had already made up her mind, and after reading it, she would go online and post this "God List", so that those brainless fans could see what kind of scoundrel the author they liked!

"Chenyang, you wait!"

Gritting her teeth, Xu Jing began to read it wholeheartedly.

……

Night Whispers Editorial Department.

Before eight o'clock, Yue Peng appeared in the office.

This is not his usual work and rest time, but now, Yue Peng can't manage it so much, and after talking to Chenyang on the phone yesterday, he has a feeling of being roasted on the fire.

At five o'clock in the morning, the newspaper had already been sent out.

Although it has only been three hours now, and the results of the online assessment have not yet come out, he can't wait for a moment, he has to wait in the office for the data department to get his report as soon as possible.

Half an hour.

an hour.

Three hours.

As time passed, Yue Peng's heart became more and more nervous, as if he had returned to the nervousness and excitement he had when he first entered the newspaper and signed the first author.

It's been so long since Night Talk's heart has been founded, he shouldn't have such emotions.

However, people are like this, when they don't get it, it doesn't matter what they say, and the most sales of the night talk in the past are only in the early 2000s, and he is used to it when there are more or less.

But now, there are 62,000 reservations alone.

That's sixty-two!

He didn't want to lose such a huge sales base, and he didn't want this glory to last until next week.

Time is ticking away, and Yue Peng's heart is also tormenting little by little with the pace of time......