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Early in the morning, Fan Heng went out.

The members of the Politburo and the Standing Committee members in Beijing will hold a group meeting, and after the meeting, they will go to many places to express their condolences, which is also an old tradition that has been formed over the years, and Fan Heng must also strictly abide by it at this time.

Zhang Mei also went out, and there was also a group meeting in the Ministry of Education, and they also had to go to the colleges and universities in the capital to go around, and at the same time, for some old comrades who are highly respected in the education circles, they also need to come to the door to greet the New Year, and they will be very busy all day today, and they will be busy until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Therefore, in the whole family, Fan Kang and Xiao Qiang are left to be fine.

After using up a version of the set, Fan Kang felt refreshed, Xiao Qiang was probably a little tired from being tossed, and he was still sleeping in bed, so he got up and washed up, and then went down to eat, only to find that Fan Wuxian did not appear.

"Did you go out without illness?" Fan Kang looked at the time, it was more than nine o'clock in the morning, it seemed that Fan Wuxi had never been a snooze, so he asked the nanny at home.

"No—" replied the nanny, "I ran down in the middle of the night to find something to eat, and then went back to my room, and I didn't come out until this time." ”

Fan Kang felt a little curious, so he grassed. After eating something on the grass, he ran upstairs to see what kind of plane his brother Fan Wuxian was doing? Just as I got to the door, I heard the sound of crackling typing coming from inside the house.

"What for?" Fan Kang pushed the door in and found out. The elder brother squatted on the bed and pulled the desk to the head of the bed, his laptop was placed on it, and an ordinary keyboard was connected to it, while Fan Wuxian squatted on the head of the bed, put on a piece of clothing, and was engrossed in typing.

For Fan Wuxi, the elder brother Fan Kang's. The appearance did not attract his attention, and his whole mind was now in a state of writing.

Fan Wuxi's typing speed is already good, plus his thoughts are smooth. Because of this, I just thought about it for half an hour, and I got the outline of the whole work, and at this time, I roughly pulled out a preliminary outline, and in one night, he actually coded out more than 20,000 words, and at this time he was impacting 30,000 words.

Fan Kang thought that Fan Wuxian was doing something, but when he saw that he didn't. The written manuscript, and there is no one to talk to, is just constantly tapping on the keyboard in the PSoffice document, allowing the text to pile up quickly line by line, as if he is writing some draft, so he asks, "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

“。” Fan replied succinctly, his hands non-stop. He continued to tap on the keyboard.

Fan Kang was stunned for a moment. paused, and then asked curiously, "Write?" Do you have a fever? I'm surprised that you're still in this interest, it's fun, isn't it? In a company as big as yours, isn't there anything you need to contribute? Why do you still learn to write? Are you going to want to publish a book? It's just a matter of finding someone to write for you, why are you so tired—"

Fan Wuxi was in the codeword mode at this time, where was there any interest in dealing with the old brother Fan Kang, so he said, "Well, the old brother is doing me a favor, call the people on duty in the company, and ask them to send dozens of more easy-to-use keyboards over. ”

"You can't take it seriously, do you?" Fan Kang asked with some uncertainty, and after a while, he didn't see Fan Wuxian reacting, so he sighed and said, "Alas, for the Chinese New Year, can you still give red envelopes when you call people over?" With that, he went out.

Half an hour later, the company sent a car over, and several staff members carried more than 50 keyboards into Fan's house, as well as a few new LCD desktop computers that had not yet been opened, and then moved these things to Fan's bedroom.

At this time, Fan Wuxi had already finished the first 30,000 words, stretched his waist, and then threw himself on the bed, pouted his ass and stuffed his head into the quilt, and shouted in a muffled voice, "Ahhhhh ”

When the staff came in, they just saw Fan Wuxian pouting his ass and stuffing his head into the quilt, like an ostrich, and they were all a little happy.

However, Fan Kang obviously didn't want his brother to make a fool of himself, so the commander put the things in place, and then opened the packaging boxes of the two computers, set up the machines, debugged them, and connected them to the wireless network at home, and then said to Fan Wuxi, "Brother, if you type, it is much better to use this than to use a notebook." ”

Fan Wuxian writhed on the bed for a while, like a lively carp, jumped up again, moved the crackling bones and joints, and then said, "Code words are really not done by people, generally more than ten hours, and the thinking is so clear, that is, it can be accomplished so much, if you change a state, I am afraid it is impossible to reach this speed." ”

In fact, Fan Wuxian is also very clear that according to the speed of a normal person, if it is full-time, writing more than 10,000 words a day is considered high-speed, and if it is more, I am afraid that the quality cannot be guaranteed, after all, readers in this period are still relatively picky, and the quality requirements for the text are relatively high, and the words and plots that are too pale are difficult to resonate.

Seeing that a staff member was coming, Fan Wuxian gave an order, asked them to sort out the things they had written, and then passed them directly to the editor of Huafeng.com, where everything was ready, just waiting for Mr. Fan.

"There's such a thing—" The editor said with wide eyes.

"How can this kind of thing be called?" A male editor said, "I thought it was a plot I dreamed of when I was dreaming!" ”

"Actually, I think it's very good-looking, very entertaining, very sensational, and you don't need to use your brains—" An intern editor who had just joined Huafeng.com expressed his opinion without hesitation.

"Editor-in-chief, what do you think?" In the end, everyone put the problem in the hands of the editor-in-chief, who had just arrived.

The editor-in-chief's eyes widened, and after reading the 30,000 words handed over by Fan Wuxian in one go, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, "If you don't know Boss Fan when you read, it's useless to call a bookworm!" ”

"Editor-in-chief, what do you think about you—" the vice president reminded.

"Update! Call the boss and tell him to update it quickly! The editor-in-chief waved the printout in his hand, and the crazy look was like a fire-breathing dinosaur urging a change.

Fan Wuxi got some food at home, and then watched Fan Kang take out the red envelope to send the staff, and felt that he needed to go out and walk around and breathe fresh air, but he was still more concerned about whether he could hang his own on Huafeng today, and he was also more concerned about whether today's readers could accept his crazy way of writing?

If your judgment is wrong, or your own cold reception is so bad that you resist, it will be very embarrassing.

After looking at the webpage where there was no connection between himself, Fan Wuxian walked out, walked around the compound, and then played a complete routine, and exchanged New Year's greetings with several acquaintances he met, and then turned back to his home.

At this time, I saw Fan Kang and Xiao Qiang, one of them sitting on the sofa with a notebook and looking at something, it seemed that the two of them were still exchanging words from time to time, and then they continued to look at the screen of the notebook.

Fan Wuxi turned his head to look at their screens, and found that what the two of them were looking at was the manuscript "Ascension on the Chosen Day" that he rushed out overnight.

In this book, Fan Wuxian did his best to do what YY could do, it can be said that within the first 300 words, it deeply captured the reader's heart, so with the arrival of 3,000 words, it has set off a small peak of YY, and various elements of the concept of urban plus Xianxia have been successfully blended together, coupled with Fan Wuxi's ridiculous style, and finally formed a unique style and distinct idea of the super era fantasy.

At this time, Fan Wuxian has already seen the propaganda mode of Huafeng.com, and the entire special webpage is occupied by himself, and in the message area made below, it is full of full-page messages, not much else, the most is "Update, update quickly!" "Landlord, update quickly!" and so on.

The 1,000-layer post messages restricted by Huafeng.com have long been filled, and a special text comment area has to be set up to divert it.

On Huafeng.com and several major portals that have business relations with Huafeng.com, red bay window advertisements have appeared on the homepage, one is the QQ software that has made a strong appearance, and the other is Fan Wuxi's New Year's "Flying on the Day".

Not long after, Fan Wuxian received a call from the editor-in-chief of Huafeng.com, and the editor-in-chief screamed enthusiastically on the phone, "Boss, when will it be updated!" Today's readers are so enthusiastic that the site's hotline is flooded! If you don't update it quickly, I'm afraid you're going to die! ”

After Fan Wuxian put down the phone, he found that his neck was a little cold, and when he looked back, he found that Fan Kang and his wife were looking at him in a daze, "What are you doing, why are you so scary?" ”

"You wrote this?" Fan Kang asked, pointing to "Ascending on the Chosen Day" on the laptop screen.

"Uh-what's wrong?" Fan Wuxian nodded and admitted.

I saw Fan Kang and his family rushing over to grab Fan Wuxian with their teeth and claws, and then shouted loudly by his neck, "Go and update!" ”

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