"I haven't told the end of the four pieces of tofu yet, I currently have 800,000 manuscripts, plus the 200,000 that have been sent, and the number of words to be written today, which is enough to finish, but it is not suitable to tell her now. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As she spoke, she pressed the delete with her hand to delete everything she had typed before, and the page was still the number of words she had before she ate.

Turning off the codeword software, she clicked on Quirrell's website, logged in to her writer's background, and looked at her subscriptions and rewards, there were two more alliance leaders and several helmsmen and disciples in one day today.

"I didn't tell her in advance that it was over, so I told you what the four pieces of tofu said." Leng Suran seemed to stand up and left the room, and the elegant sound of the piano became farther and farther away.

"You say." She checked her data and clicked on the little red dot next to the message.

With the refresh of the page, she saw that she had accumulated five recommendations in the past half a month in the message that she hadn't checked for several days, which should be the reason why the data has been getting better and better recently.

"Quirrell's annual meeting has already been prepared, and the planning is already in production, but the list has not yet been decided, and I can only tell you conservatively that Quirrell will only invite fifty people in the author's group." There was the sound of water flowing from Leng Suran's side, and the sound of some people talking.

She guessed that Leng Suran told her about it in the boys' toilet, as for what party she should be attending.

This news should be what she heard at this banquet, she knew with her toes that Leng Suran had already arrived in Beijing, and she should have listened to the words of "that person" in his mouth and entered the banquet with her author.

"Have the fifty people already decided?" She turned her head sideways to answer the phone, her fingers already beginning to jump on the keyboard, and she had to finish the story she wanted to write before she could start a new article.

"There should be some of them already decided, and the rest of the places are not easy to get, Anxia is because the quota of the annual meeting has been calculated by others, and the low-hanging fruit position has become someone else's, and the place where you should go has become a luxury."

"I see. I'll try my best to get a place for the author, and I'll fight for a spot for Quirrell's internal participation at the same time. As he spoke, three more lines were typed out on the computer.

It was the beginning of a new chapter for her, and words came out of the devil's mouth with pretentiousness and literary words, like her current situation.

However, that sentence is more suitable for the heroine in the article, and it is deliberately for the heroine to become a person who grieves the demon contract because she wants to come back to life, and it expresses the final consequences of the heroine.

will die because of the resurrection of the demon.

"Since you already know how to fight, then I won't say anything else, only you yourself participate in meeting those people to know why Anxia became a ghost."

She listened to Leng Suran's words, and guessed that although this matter was a good thing for her, it was definitely not a simple matter to enter it, especially since she was still a newcomer with only one Wen.

Mo Xiaozao was a word for the night, and when she heard the sound of the door being knocked on in the morning, she opened the door and saw the breakfast that Gu Chenggu brought her.

There was a whole drawer of buns and a small pot of porridge in front of her door, and a pink post-it note that said that there were two more eggs underneath the porridge, and part of the bun was vegetarian.

She took all the food back to her room and ate it, taking a deep breath of the outside air, warmed by the sun.

After thinking about it all night, she didn't ask An Xia who calculated who she was, but it was An Xia who Leng Suran killed with his own hands, and that person was probably not a human being, but another race.

Mo Xiaozao thought about it a lot, and when she arrived at her desk, she was still thinking about it, not knowing that she had already come into contact with that person.

However, because she didn't know the identity of that person, she didn't pay attention to it herself, and she wrote her own essay wholeheartedly, the author's own editor, and she would look at the face of the ball that was injured by Gu Chenggu.

Some people also saw her looking at the balls, and the surprised expression on her face was seen by her, and it was estimated that it would not take her to go from a person who would only seduce people through the back door to a person who liked her colleagues and found someone to humiliate her colleagues.

Pouting disdainfully, confirming that everyone was working, he cast a ghost blindfold and entered the office of Editor-in-Chief Zhao.

leisurely eating pastries and drinking tea, there are things that are inappropriate for children on the computer, and he sends a voice to his wife to evaluate that this is not as good as his wife, and where is not as good as her wife.

She appeared beside Editor-in-Chief Zhao like this, and glanced at the naked cherries on the computer and the editor-in-chief Zhao were overlapping each other, and the white flesh was constantly shaking because of their movements.

Presumably, Editor-in-Chief Zhao's wife didn't know that the job she worked hard to find for her husband was the reason why her husband was with other women.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhao." Lifted the ghost blindfold on her body, looked at the editor-in-chief Zhao and Cherry in the computer casually, pressed the space bar with her little hand to pause the picture, and when she returned, she found that this was an independent document.

The thing marked with cherry is the editor-in-chief Zhao and the cherry, so what is rubbed by so-and-so is what is rubbed by editor-in-chief Zhao and so-and-so? There are also those names she hasn't heard of, which should also be women who have a relationship with Editor-in-Chief Zhao.

"Miss Zao, why are you here? Is there something uncomfortable, I will help you deal with the person who makes you uncomfortable. Editor-in-Chief Zhao quickly stood up and gave up the chair he was sitting in.

She glanced at the computer, and if she was not mistaken, the relationship between Editor-in-Chief Zhao and Cherry took place in this chair.

Now that Editor-in-Chief Zhao gave this chair to her, not only did she not want to sit on it, but she also felt disgusted, so she had to stand against the table, "Quirrell's annual meeting has begun to prepare, do you know who are the invited authors?" ”

"This Miss Xiaozao, you embarrass me, there is still more than a month to start, and the current annual meeting invitation was handed over to the planning department yesterday, and the people only began to decide yesterday, but the specific personnel selection is to be the penultimate week before the annual meeting." Because she didn't sit, Editor-in-Chief Zhao, who was standing with her, replied.

She didn't expect Quirrell to be such a choice, so she asked what the choice was based on.

It was no surprise to hear that the editor-in-chief Zhao replied that she had reached the goal of website screening based on the income for the website, and at this time she would receive an invitation to the website's annual meeting, but every year it was said that there were fifty, and in the end there would be about 100 more people to attend the annual meeting.

"Why so much more?"

"I don't know why there are so many more, but those authors who are determined to be fifty are likely to be adapted, and the god position will be determined when it is adapted." Editor-in-Chief Zhao said as he turned on his computer.

turned out the pictures he got every year and pointed them to her, and specifically told her that although all employees of the company would attend the annual meeting, there were only a few authors, and many of the authors in this part would rely on others to come in.

So, after the annual meeting, there is often another party, which is a party that only the top authors and staff are entitled to attend, and it is also the real annual meeting within Quirrell.

(To be continued.) )