"Today, I have to thank you and Xie Xiaomei, you can be regarded as a bad breath for me!" Zheng Zhefan said to the second daughter with a smile. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Fan God, we are considered a beautiful woman to save heroes today, right?" Xie Xiaomei pursed her lips and joked with a smile.

"Haha! You are beauties, but I can't deserve the word 'hero', come, replace wine with tea, I will toast you two with a glass!" Zheng Zhefan raised his glass.

"Ding!"

The water glasses of the three collided together.

"Zheng Zhefan, I didn't expect to meet you again by such a coincidence. That's when Isabella Brown came over.

"Miss Brown, let's sit together?" Zheng Zhefan hurriedly got up and greeted.

Pan Lu and Xie Xiaomei also got up to greet Isabella. Only then did the four of them sit down again.

Zheng Zhefan asked the waiter to bring a pair of cups, saucers, and chopsticks, and added two more dishes.

Isabella said repeatedly: "Zheng, you must let me treat me this time, I invited you last time, but it turned out to be your settlement in the end, I'm so embarrassed." ”

"Mies Brown, I think that as a man, you should have the gentlemanly demeanor to pay the bills for women, and you should not dwell on this matter anymore. Zheng Zhefan smiled.

"Well, that's all I have to say. Isabella smiled mischievously.

A few people began to laugh and eat and drink.

While talking and laughing, Isabella said to Zheng Zhefan: " Zheng, your novel is really interesting, I like it very much, I translated the first three chapters of it into English and passed it on to some of my friends in the United States, they all said that it was a very good fantasy novel, and they strongly asked me to translate the subsequent chapters to them as soon as possible, you see, your book has crossed cultural and national borders, and has been loved by readers all over the world, I am wondering, when you finish this book, will I help you translate it into English and take it to the United States for publication. Do you think I'm okay with that?"

Zheng Zhefan smiled when he heard this: "Of course you can, then it's troublesome for Miss Brown." ”

"Hee-hee, it would have been better if Mith Brown's translation had made this book of the Mortal Gods a hit in the United States, and then made into a Hollywood blockbuster like the Lord of the Rings. I'm looking forward to it. Xie Xiaomei said with a smile.

Pan Lu also said: "Art transcends national borders, and good stories and novels that are popular in one country will definitely be liked by many people in another." I firmly believe that Zheng Zhefan's book will definitely become a hit. ”

"I have borrowed your good words. But a graffiti work, I didn't expect to get so much recognition, from this point of view, my book has been a very successful success. Zheng Zhefan hurried and humbled.

They were talking hilariously here, but there was one person who was very upset on this night.

This person is Wen Qiming.

After Wen Qiming left angrily from the symposium of the Literary Society, he held back the evil fire in his belly.

He went downstairs to the supermarket to buy some vacuum-packed beef and canned food, took another bottle of Jian Nanchun, and went back to the house he rented in the young teacher's apartment.

He wanted to find a few people to come over and drink a little wine and pour out the irritability and anxiety in his heart.

However, after looking at his mobile phone for a long time, he found that he didn't have a friend to make friends with.

He put down his phone, sighed, and started drinking.

Wine into the bowels.

Drunk fast.

After drinking three taels of white wine, he was dizzy.

However, the wine did not extinguish the anger in his heart, and today, he felt that the people in the literary club were all targeting him, and they were all looking for trouble with him.

And all this because of one person.

This person is Zheng Zhefan.

The appearance of Zheng Zhefan made him so passive and embarrassed now.

He hated it!

Lao Tzu wants revenge!

Lao Tzu must let out a bad breath, otherwise he will be suffocated to death!

However, how to take revenge on Zheng Zhefan's wife? He thought about it, and there was no better way.

So, I continued to drink.

Just like that, a bottle of Jian Nanchun was drunk by him. Wen Qiming's amount of alcohol is still relatively large, and he often boasts that he doesn't pour a catty, and half a catty is just right.

After drinking, his impetuous mind was a little calmer.

But the idea of revenge has not been dispelled.

He sat down in front of the computer with a wine burp, lit a cigarette first, smoked a cigarette with drunken eyes, and then turned on the computer, and then clicked on the Chinese network.

"Lao Tzu wants to declare war on you!"

"Lao Tzu's "Fighting God Invincible" has a million collections, and Lao Tzu's hardcore readers have tens of thousands, Lao Tzu wants Lao Tzu's readers to boycott you, and Lao Tzu wants to make you stink!"

"That's what happens against me!"

Wen Qiming muttered to himself and opened his author's backstage.

“1133289！”

Looking at the collection number of the book Fighting God Invincible, Wen Qiming grinned. This number of collections can be said to be the highest number of starting points.

None of the other books in the collection are more than a million.

This is also where Wen Qiming's proud capital lies.

More than 1 million collections, all of which are more than 100,000, which are the highest starting points, and no one can compare with him.

Wen Qiming opened the draft box of the book "Fighting God Invincible" in the background, and he began to write a letter to readers in the new chapter.

Topic: Someone bullied me, insulted me, slandered me, and begged my book friends to help me!

The content is roughly like this: Book friends, there is a guy named Zheng Zhefan, a local tyrant, he not only snatched the woman I liked, but also relied on his two stinky money, and told me in front of everyone that he would become a god in Qidian within three months, kicking me off from the supreme god position. Now, this person has sent a book, his book is called "The History of a Mortal's Heavenly Court Struggle", which was written by a gunman for money, and after he sent the book, he desperately brushed the data, and invested millions of yuan in more than 300,000 collections in a short period of time, nearly 4 million recommendations, more than 4 million clicks, and frantically paid for himself to brush the gold alliance and silver alliance.

He told me unmistakably that when it was on the shelf, he was going to use his life to swipe the subscription, and he was going to use the money to swipe out a 100,000 or even 200,000 subscription, completely crush me, and slap me in the face!

In the face of this shameless maniac, I didn't know how to fight back against him.

At this time, I realized how classic the saying that useless is a scholar! No matter how tall you are, you will inevitably be slapped in the face by the smell of copper!

Book friends, my brothers and sisters, Xiao Wen is very helpless now, his heart is in a mess, facing the screen, and he has the heart to grab the ground with his head.

Can you help me, can you give me a little support?

If you are willing to give me a little care, please don't read Zheng Zhefan's books, please help me spread Zheng Zhefan's shameless behavior to other book friends, let everyone know his shamelessness and viciousness, don't add any data to him, don't cooperate with the brush, and fight Xiao Wen, who is trapped in the whirlpool of pain. Wept blood and knelt down to beg everyone.

After writing such a letter to readers, Wen Qiming read it carefully and added a little false content accusing Zheng Zhefan.

"Hmph! When Lao Tzu's open letter is issued, thousands of readers will spontaneously resist you! They regard you as a cancer in the online literature industry! Zheng Zhefan, you are going to die this time!"

Wen Qiming muttered to himself viciously, he clicked the publish button and sent the letter directly.