In the next few days, although the subscription of "Panlong" has declined a little, it is still very stable, remaining at a little more than 30,000. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the number of collections,It's also broken through to a sky.,After all, most of the readers.,Use bonus coins.,Subscriptions with bonus coins,Generally speaking,It's not counted in the number of subscriptions.。

For this kind of reader, Ding Feng is also helpless, but the number of more than 30,000 subscriptions is a very large group in Ding Feng's view.

After a month, the pure subscription money is also enough to have a large part of the money, not to mention other channels, as well as the amount of rewards, and there are thirty or forty thousand yuan a month that can be obtained in hand.

Of course, this is under the fifty-fifty split, Ding Feng believes that the next book will definitely not be fifty-fifty again, after all, the fifty-fifty split is really a loss for him!

The topic is far away, and the number of Ding Feng's subscriptions has stabilized at more than 30,000, which also makes a large number of people feel surprised, especially Dugu, whose face is extremely bad, his current title of the first fantasy is completely taken away!

As for the sea of blood, he had a strong interest in Ding Feng, after all, it was rare to be able to lift the fantasy that was already in a weak position to such a point with the power of one person.

Blood Sea: "It seems that this guy's strength is indeed not bad!" Cui An, I think you can consider this newcomer, if you don't go on a business trip, this year's newcomer king is none other than him! ”

Juan: "Well, I'll go and talk to the editor later, and I'll get off his Penguin." ”

……

The time slowly arrived in October, and the National Day, the longest holiday, also arrived, there is no doubt that Ding Feng stepped on the train home, looking out the window, the scenery that passed away, Ding Feng's heart couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

However, the second uncle of the "Future Magazine" is a little sweaty on his forehead, and the day after tomorrow is the October issue of "Future Magazine", the day when the sales will begin, he can't have any mistakes now!

The second uncle sat in the editor-in-chief's room, his palms overlapped together, and a sharp momentum rose on his body, but his palms were already soaked with sweat at the moment.

"This is the last hope, don't hit the streets!"

The second uncle's heart was extremely nervous, although he knew that "One Day Prisoner" was very well written, but it didn't mean that everyone knew that "One Day Prisoner" was good, after all, Ding Feng was a newcomer, not an old writer who had been famous for a long time.

What's more, the current "Future Magazine" has reached the bottom!

Therefore, if the sales of this issue want to go up, it is undoubtedly comparable to ascending to the sky!

However, at this moment, in a second-rate magazine not far away, a fat man sat in the editor-in-chief's room, with a sample issue of "Future Magazine" next to his hand, with a faint disdain on his face.

"Hehe, it's really getting worse and worse, the last time I went to buy, I still didn't want to?"

"Editor-in-chief, that's those people who don't know what to do, you have a lot of them, and you spent 100,000 yuan to buy this broken magazine, which has already given them face." Sitting on the fat man's lap, the delicate woman said in a loud voice, and after finishing speaking, she gently threw a wink like the fat man.

And the woman's face is painted with rich makeup, as if a face rubbed on the glass can form a white wall, as for the figure, it is a pair******* haha, that's natural! The fat man laughed, his eyes were extremely arrogant, and he opened the "Future Magazine", and as soon as he opened the first page, he wrote the three big words "One Day Prisoner"!

Looking at these three big characters, the fat man's eyes slowly paid attention, squinted his eyes slightly, and after reading the whole "One Day Prisoner", he couldn't help but be shocked.

"I didn't expect this "Future Magazine" to take shit luck and get such a good article!"

The corners of the fat man's mouth showed a hint of playfulness, "But even if it's like this, what can it do!" How much can you move back to? ”

The fat man casually took out one of the stacks of business cards on the side and flipped it in his hand.

"Alright, you go out first." The fat man looked at the woman, his eyes showed a glint of color, his hands were on the pair of waves, and he grabbed it fiercely, the woman's face was slightly red, and she was in a state of shame, and gently hammered the fat man, "I hate it." ”

The tone is extremely loud, which makes people feel a little horny after listening to it.

Then, the woman slowly withdrew from the editor-in-chief's office.

And at this moment, the fat man's face was full of positive color, and a touch of cunning flashed in his eyes, "Cut!" A female cousin! But the wave is quite big! ”

The fat man had completely lost his previous hue, except that the tent below betrayed his true thoughts.

"It's better to take the Future Magazine first and completely destroy it!"

The fat man looked at the business card in his hand, took out a mobile phone, and dialed the phone number.

"Hey, is it a kiss wind?"

The fat man's tone was cautious, without the slightest daring to slacken, after all, the kiss wind on the other side of the phone is a science fiction person, although it has been put aside for many years, but the other party's popularity is still there.

"I'm Kiss Wind, what's the matter?"

Kiss Feng said slowly, he was now holding a goblet in his hand, which contained very ordinary red wine, and said lazily.

"I am the editor-in-chief of "Science Fiction Planet", Yan Kefan, I want to ask Mr. Kiss Feng to come out of the mountain, and write a science fiction novel before tomorrow, the price is easy to discuss."

The fat man was a little heartbroken, he knew that the price of kissing the wind was very high, but this time, in order to bring down "Future Magazine", let their strength expand, and promote to a first-class magazine, he also made a bloody investment.

"Yes, I haven't written science fiction for many years, the price remains the same, three hundred words per thousand!"

Kissing Feng's eyes lit up, so many years have passed, he switched to writing martial arts, but the author base of martial arts is too much, resulting in him being a science fiction master, but also dying on the street.

And recently, martial arts has obviously begun to decline a little, which makes Kiss Feng also think about how to return to the world of science fiction, but I didn't expect that there is such a second-rate magazine editor-in-chief now to invite him.

How this does not overjoye him!

When the fat man heard this price, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a painful expression appeared on his face, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "No problem!" Just ask Mr. Kiss Wind, to be able to publish the manuscript as quickly as possible! ”

"Good!" Kiss Feng hung up the phone, drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His messy hair looks a little decadent, a thin face, a pair of eyes that are deeply sunken, and the stubble on his chin is messy, and he looks like an unemployed young man.

Kissing the wind revealed brilliance in his eyes, and said slowly: "What belongs to me, I will take it back!" Wait for me! ”

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