The phrase "I am a wealthy family" is not the original of Song Ci, but he heard a certain actress say it before he crossed over, although he was not interested in the three-dimensional star, but he sincerely felt that this sentence was really domineering, and it was no wonder that the actress who said this sentence loved to call her "master". Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the one hand, he said this to make a joke, and on the other hand, he was really not interested in "marrying into a wealthy family", although he unfortunately became a woman, he felt that his sexual orientation was quite normal.

Overall, things have been going well lately.

"Ice Fruit" has a good sales momentum after it was put on the shelves, and the average booking has been rising; although "The Prince of Tennis" only has the first few words, it has captured a bunch of die-hard fans because of its excellent painting style and plot praise and a rare sports theme in recent years; Everything went smoothly, except for ......

"So, the last weapon?"

"Weapons?"

Feng Yuantang was anxious.

The reason why he was anxious was because his son Feng Cang was anxious.

And the reason why Feng Cang was anxious was because ...... All six weapons have been serialized, and seeing that the new Monday is coming, the manuscript of the "seventh weapon" has not been received for a long time.

I don't know how many readers are looking forward to "the perfect finale of this series", and at this time you tell them, "I'm sorry, because I haven't delivered the manuscript yet, so I won't publish it in the next issue of the magazine, and I don't know when it will be published...... Just thinking of the blades that he might receive, Feng Cang's whole person was a capital "trembling .jpg"!

Feng Cang, who felt that he could change his career to be the owner of the "blade factory", had no choice but to entangle his father.

"It's useless for you to look for me. Mr. Feng glared at his son, "This big weekend, you can't let me go to someone's house to urge the draft, right?"

"Then you tell me where her house is, I'll go myself!" Feng Cang has gradually accepted the fact that "Jin Guda is a female high school student under the age of eighteen", not to mention, once he accepts it, it will be quite emotional, and what a gimmick it will be when it is announced in the future!

"Yes!"

"I'm going with me too!"

The two brothers, Feng Song and Feng Bai, who were passing by to make soy sauce, raised their arms and shouted, saying that they also wanted to meet their idols. No, Jin Gu Da is simply their hope for life, he (yes, they still think that Jin Gu Da is a wanderer) not only writes well, but also makes Yougu Sheng have a new wave of creative peaks, benefiting how many men!

"Don't make a fuss. ”

"Fuck off!"

Feng Yuantang and Feng Cang's father and son kicked them aside without hesitation.

"Can't you just let people have a good weekend?"

"Dad, you should understand what the situation is now, right?" Feng Cangzhen was "the baby was wronged, and the baby wanted to say", "Believe it or not, if the skylight of the magazine on Tuesday was opened, that group of angry readers would definitely run into the magazine office and tear me up! Maybe they would even take the stump home and eat it as a torn human flesh." ”

“…… Is that an exaggeration?"

"You're just my son, Dad!"

Facing his son's crying, Feng Yuantang was silent for a long time, and then replied affectionately-

"It's okay, I have grandchildren, still two. ”

"Hey!!" Feng Cang vomited blood, and what about the earth-shattering and heartfelt father-son relationship that he said? It's all a lie, a lie, a lie!

Of course, when it comes to words, Feng Yuantang will definitely not really watch his son go to shi, let alone cough, in fact, he also wants to see the seventh book. So he hesitated, but resolutely dialed the phone. On the other side, Song Ci, who had just finished dubbing, was having a regular meeting with editor Edward in a quiet private room in a café.

"I'm sorry-" Song Ci, who forgot to turn on the mute, didn't have time to see who the caller was, so he immediately pressed the answer button.

Seeing that the phone was connected, Feng Cang, who was middle-aged but in good health, decisively used a ladder cloud vertical, jumped up and snatched the mobile phone from his father's hand, and shouted sincerely while running-

"Jin Gu Da, when will the manuscript of your seventh weapon be handed in?!!!"

Maybe it was because he was too excited, so he accidentally turned "speaking" into "shouting", but fortunately, Song Ci didn't have time to put the phone to his ear, otherwise he would have to be deaf.

"Uh...... Draft, manuscript?" Song Ci blinked, thinking that it was a bad dish, there were too many vests and too many things recently, and the result was that he seemed to have accidentally forgotten about it.

"That's right!"

"Yes...... Editor-in-chief Feng, right?" Song Ci heard that the voice over there was not his own head teacher, and he knew who it was after a little thought.

"Yes, yes, it's me. So, the manuscript?"

"Manuscript ah......"

"Yes, the manuscript?"

“……”

Song Ci wants to hang up the phone every minute, can we stop taking a "manuscript"? It's very annoying to urge the manuscript to be like this!

As if sensing his little irritability, the editor-in-chief Feng on the other side of the phone explained pitifully: "The readers who protested before and asked our magazine to issue one issue a day have not dispersed until now, and if it is ...... in the magazine next Tuesday, "It will die!"

"Uh......" Song Ci was deeply sympathetic to Feng Cang's situation, but this did not change the fact that there was no seventh article in the first place! After thinking about it, he decided that it would be better not to give this person "illusory hopes", so he said very honestly, "Editor-in-chief Feng...... Uncle Feng, let me tell you. ”

For some reason, Feng Cang's heart suddenly had an ominous premonition, it must not be because his father, who had been robbed of the phone, was using the cane given by someone else, and was about to come over and break his leg.

"The so-called 'seven weapons' are actually a fictitious finger. You know, right?"

“…… I don't understand. "He doesn't want to understand!

"That is to say, let's put it this way-" Song Ci gritted his teeth and said the latter words in one breath, "The first six weapons are real, but the seventh weapon does not exist, and there is a very profound life truth in this--no weapon is also a weapon! This is the same as having no tricks to win, and there is no sword in your hand and a sword in your heart." "How's that? How's it going? Doesn't it sound so awesome and tall that you've been fooled?

A moment later, Feng Cang's voice came from the other side of the phone-

"Great ...... in ancient times"

"Huh, what?"

"Don't forget to come and grave me next Tuesday next year. ”

Song Ci: "...... Hey, please don't be like this, he's under a lot of pressure!"

"Remember to bring the steamed buns, vegetarian three fresh filling, thank you. ”

“……”

"Don't come to the farewell party, because the body must be a blur and not very good-looking. ”

“……”

Song Ci held his forehead: "You won." ”

Feng Cang was overjoyed: "That means-"

"There really isn't a seventh weapon, but you can publish what I just said. ”

Feng Cang: "...... or let him die!

"But I'll give you a new serialized manuscript by tomorrow, can you tell me the email address if it's convenient?"

"Convenient! Of course it's convenient! I'll send it to you right away. Feng Cang is overjoyed, as an editor, he doesn't know how many authors he has dealt with, and he knows that when the author doesn't want to write, even if you put a knife on his neck, he still can't write. What "catch the author and close the small black house without writing, whip and don't give food, write 10,000 words before giving a nest head, write 100,000 words before giving a bowl of golden dog food" or something, in a society governed by the rule of law, you can only think about it, alas! cough, in short, although we have only talked for such a short time, he knows very well that the draft of the "seventh weapon" is estimated to be unavailable, but as the saying goes, "no fish and shrimp are enough", readers, sometimes it is also very easy to fool. Now I just hope that the level of new books will not drop too much.

After the email contact after the agreement, Feng Cang hung up the phone refreshedly, and when he turned around, he saw his father staring at him with a cane, and he suddenly felt a little weak: "Dad, Dad, calm down!"

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over your email account password. ”

“…… When I get it, I can copy and paste it for you, okay?"

On the other hand, Song Ci also sighed, lamenting that he would still be very busy tonight. When I looked up, I just saw a narcissistic editor looking at him with a meaningful smile, and then his lips opened slightly, and he slowly spit out a word-

"Today~Ancient~Big?"

Song Ci: =口=

What should I do if I accidentally drop my vest?