Chapter 168: I met an acquaintance again

At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was still the morning conference room, but compared with the dull speeches in the morning, the atmosphere in the afternoon was much more lively. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the rostrum, there were several gold medal editors in the industry, and many authors spoke enthusiastically, asking all kinds of questions to these editors, and some even raised the primary question of how to write an online article. And these people are not the slightest impatient, even if they encounter no matter how Xiaobai's questions, they are also kind and pleasant answers, trying not to snub any author.

Compared with the lengthy speeches in the morning, these questions aroused warm interest, and I pricked up my ears and listened carefully.

At the end of the meeting, there is a link where everyone can introduce themselves on stage, and then elaborate their writing experience and skills for everyone to discuss and share.

This link is very popular with everyone, after all, the industry's famous gold medal editors are here, if you perform well and get the appreciation of the editors, it will be of great help to your personal future.

Several authors came to the stage to introduce themselves, and Sister Lu signaled to be warm several times, but they were ignored by warmth. It's not that it's stage fright, but there is an editor on the rostrum who is warm and very admirable, and in Nuan's opinion, there is no difference between going up to talk about her experience and saying that her experience is no different from having an axe in the class, so she chose to give up directly.

In the end, seeing that Nuan Nuan did not take any action, Sister Lu simply took a roll call directly on the rostrum.

"Warm, come up and say a few words to everyone, talk about your experience and writing skills, don't be silent and make a fortune yourself."

As soon as Sister Lu said this, the audience laughed again and again, and she had to get up and walk to the rostrum. When he got to the top, he first greeted a few editors, and then said a few words in a very decent manner, neither outstanding nor underestimated, and finally walked off the stage in the applause of everyone.

Because the warm seat was inside, when she returned to her seat, the people outside needed to tighten their feet a little to make way for her. But at this moment, an author who was sitting in the same row with her stood up with mineral water in his hand, seeing that she meant to make room for warmth, and then went out by himself, but no one expected that the author who took the water was tripped by the chair next to his leg when he gave way sideways, and the whole person was unstable, and the mineral water in his hand was splashed to the warmth by inertia, and the half bottle of mineral water was sprinkled on the warm dress from the mouth of the wide-mouthed bottle, wetting her.

Looking at the wet dress, the warmth was overwhelmed, she was wearing a chiffon dress today, and now it was wet with water and clinging to her body, which really didn't look good. When the author saw that he was in trouble, he kept saying sorry, and his face was full of guilt.

Seeing this, Sister Lu asked the staff to bring a red shoulder worn by the employees of the exchange meeting and handed it to the warmth: "Put it on first, go back and change your clothes, and go to the small conference room after changing, Director Kou has already arrived." ”

Wen Wen took the shoulder, put it on his body, smiled at the author, said "It's okay", and walked out of the conference hall.

Stepping on the long and soft carpet, warm but not thinking to feel the softness under his feet, he hurriedly walked to the elevator and pressed the floor where his room was located.

Ding Dong, the elevator door slowly opened, and Wen Wen was about to walk into the elevator, but after seeing the people in the elevator, he stopped his pace.

Song Peng's eyes narrowed slightly, looked up and down a few times for warmth, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of sarcasm. Warmly glanced at Song Peng lightly, walked into the elevator, ignored her gaze, and pressed the floor he was going to.

In addition to Nuan Nuan and Song Peng in the elevator, there are also Song Peng's agents and assistants. Song Peng's agent looked at the flickering elevator panel and began to decompress Song Peng; "Don't be nervous later, although Kou Daoren looks more serious, he still has a good personality."

Song Peng nodded, glanced at the clothes on Wen Wen's body again, and the sarcasm on the corner of her mouth was even worse, her agent followed Song Peng's gaze to Wen Wen, looked at it and asked.

"Hello, are you a staff member of the exchange meeting?"

Wen Wen looked at the clothes on his body, smiled, and did not speak.

Song Peng's agent thought that the warmth was acquiescing, so he asked again: "Are there many famous authors who have arrived at the exchange meeting?" Have you seen the kapok from "The Legend of Innocence"? ”

Wen Wen raised his eyebrows, nodded first, and then asked rhetorically, "Are you here to find Director Kou?" Want to participate in "The Legend of the Unsullied"? ”

The agent smiled silently, but anyone could get the answer from her smile.

"Xiao Nuan......" Song Peng opened his mouth, with a playful look in his eyes, "What the hell are you doing, I am confused." ”

The agent was stunned, but he didn't expect the two to know each other.

"Freelancers." Warm said lightly.

"Freelancers, it's good, there is enough time, people are more free, it's much more comfortable than working in the top 500, but I'm afraid it's not very convenient in terms of using money, but it's like a sunshine, and he won't let you lack money to spend." Song Peng said with a sneer.

Nuan and Song Peng looked at each other for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed, Song Peng frowned, not knowing which play Nuan was going to play.

"You're right, Sunshine is really good to me, some time ago someone on the game forum smeared me without discipline and lower limit, Sunshine couldn't see it, so he transferred the shares of his coffee house to me, helping me block those Internet trolls who can't see others' goodness." A flash of happiness flashed in his warm eyes, and a blush crossed his cheeks, "He also said that he is willing to support me for the rest of my life." ”

Song Pengbei's teeth were tightly closed, his face was a little ugly, and he snorted coldly: "Then congratulations to you, you caught a golden beetle." But you have to keep it right, in case you upset him one day, and someone takes advantage of it, and there is no place to cry when the time comes. ”

Wen Wen looked at the flashing numbers on the elevator board, and chuckled: "That's natural, a person who loves me so much, of course I have to guard it well, he is reluctant to make me angry, how can I make him angry, I am not a fool." ”

"You ......" Song Peng's heart stagnated, and she was stuck in her chest in one breath, which made her face red.

Song Peng's agent saw that Song Peng was emotionally unstable, and hurriedly said: "Peng Peng, wait a minute, you have to discuss the role with Director Kou, don't let irrelevant people affect you." I can't afford to be angry with this kind of miscellaneous person. ”

"Warm, wearing this dress to pour tea and water for those writing gods who read the network, I must have felt a lot of feelings. You used to be inspired to become a writer, although there is still a bit of a gap, but if you can communicate with these writers up close and learn some writing experience, maybe one day you can become a god. ”

Song Peng covered his mouth and smiled, with a thick mockery in his eyes, complexion, and tone.

"Peng Peng, don't be funny, if this kind of tea-serving girl can also become a god, then everyone can be a writer." Song Peng's agent glanced at the warmth and said disdainfully.

Wen Wen looked at the slowly opening elevator and smiled: "One book becomes a god...... It's true that I didn't do it, but it's good to be content now. With that, he walked out of the elevator, leaving only Song Peng and the others with a back. (To be continued.) )