ps: Ask for tickets ~ ask for tickets ~ ask for tickets ~ say important things three times, and the second one looks like around six o'clock.

The street outside the building is still wet, and there is water in many potholes.

Chen Hua stood under the eaves with his mobile phone in his hand, looking up at the sky. White clouds fluttered in the sky, and sunlight shone through the cracks.

It doesn't look like it's going to rain. Chen Hua slowly breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the gate of the Jin District.

Walking into a small shop on the side of the street, Chen Hua walked into the kitchen and looked at the chef and said, "Help me pack two crucian carp soup and one slappy meat." ”

The cook wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly echoed, "Wait a moment." ”

Chen Hua turned around and sat at the table waiting, playing with his phone with his head down.

It's six o'clock in the afternoon, and there are more people finishing the meal, and the whole restaurant is full of more than 20 diners.

Sitting across from Chen Hua was a young couple.

The woman pulled the arm of the man next to her, quietly pointed at Chen Hua and whispered, "That person seems to be Chen Hua." ”

"Chen Hua?" The man looked at the woman with some curiosity and asked, "Which Chen painting, do I know it?" ”

"Stupid!" The woman pursed her lips, knocked on the man's forehead, and muttered in a low voice: "It's the old painting that dominated the headlines of entertainment some time ago!" ”

"Oh!" The man hurriedly took out his mobile phone and searched for it, he looked at the pictures on the headlines, and looked at the Chen painting opposite, it was indeed the same person! He said with some joy: "Really, that person is really Chen Hua." ”

The conversation between the couple was quiet, and Chen Hua didn't hear it much.

Ten minutes later, the chef walked out of the kitchen with a plastic bag, he walked up to Chen Hua, put the bag on the table and said with a big grin: "It's packed." ”

Chen Hua put down the phone, looked up and asked while touching his wallet, "How much?" Out of the corner of his eye, he fell on the couple in front of him.

The man has his hands on the table and holds up his mobile phone. He looked at the screen intently as if he was playing. But the camera light behind the phone was flickering

They're secretly filming themselves! Chen Hua was taken aback, he subconsciously wanted to pull the mask, but as soon as he grabbed it, he just forgot to bring the mask when he went out!

This place can't stay long, Chen Hua took out fifty yuan from his bag and slapped it on the table, picked up the two plastic bags packed on the table and walked quickly towards the outside of the store.

One serving of slippery meat and two servings of crucian carp soup are only about thirty yuan, but Chen Hua gave fifty. The head chef picked up the money on the table, looked at the back of Chen Hua as he gradually walked away, and shouted, "I haven't looked for your money yet." ”

Hearing the chef's shout, Chen Hua's footsteps quickened again, turned into a corner, and disappeared from the chef's field of vision.

"It can't be fake money." The chef raised his eyebrows and lowered his head to examine the banknotes. After looking at it for a while, he was sure that it was real money, and he put the banknote back in his pocket and said quietly: "Rich and capricious." ”

Chen Hua leaned against the wall of the alley and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He took a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it at the corner of his mouth, and took a few sharp puffs to calm his restless heart.

It seems that there are still people in the capital of abundance who know themselves, and they must bring masks to go out next time.

After smoking a cigarette, Chen Hua hurriedly left the alley and returned to the shared house.

Placing the packaged crucian carp soup and slippery meat on the table, Chen Hua looked at Ni Shangjin and asked, "Are there any chopsticks?" ”

"It's in the kitchen."

Chen Hua went to the kitchen to wash two pairs of chopsticks and returned to the hall. After handing the chopsticks to Ni Shangjin, Chen Hua sat down on the sofa and began to drink the soup.

Ni Shangjin's monthly manuscript fee is only seven or eight hundred, and after paying the rent, water and electricity, the manuscript fee for a month after buying saltwater instant noodles is gone. When the manuscript fee was low, she still had to be helped by her parents to get by. How often should you open meat? Once every two months

Looking at the crucian carp soup in a paper bowl, looking at the slippery meat in a paper bowl. Ni Shangjin's eyes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva. She hadn't eaten meat for so long that she had forgotten what it tasted like.

Chen Hua took a few sips of the hot crucian carp soup and put the paper bowl down. Seeing Ni Shang Jin's right hand holding chopsticks but stopping, Chen Hua couldn't help but be a little funny, he held the chopsticks and picked up a piece of slippery meat and handed it to Ni Shang Jin's bowl, and said in a calm tone: "Eat some meat." ”

The meat was handed to his bowl, and there was no reason not to eat it. "Thank you." Ni Shang Jin slowly picked up the meat in the bowl and slowly handed it to his mouth.

The action of eating is very elegant, chewing slowly. The first piece of slippery meat went down, and a look of enjoyment appeared on her face, she bit the tip of the chopsticks, squinted her eyes and smiled: "It's delicious~"

Chen Hua didn't know what to say, so he picked up a piece of slippery meat and handed it to the Nishang brocade bowl and said, "Eat more if it's delicious." ”

The speed of eating meat was significantly faster, and he swallowed a piece and picked it up and handed it to his mouth.

How long has it been since I've eaten meat? Chen Hua felt a faint pain in his previous life, and when he first entered the online literary world to write books, it was almost the same. The monthly manuscript fee is only seven or eight hundred, and two or three pieces of meat in a meal can be regarded as a luxury

The slippery flesh in the paper basin disappeared one by one, and finally all of it was submerged into Ni Shangjin's stomach.

Ni Shang Jin put the chopsticks on the bowl, lowered her head and licked her lips. She glanced at Chen Hua out of the corner of her eye, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry that the slippery meat is so delicious, I can't help but eat it all in my mouth."

Chen Hua put the chopsticks on the paper bowl and replied in a calm tone: "I am a vegetarian and generally don't eat much meat. ”

Ni Shangjin raised her head, a smile appeared on her face, she looked at Chen Hua and said, "Why don't I invite you to dinner tomorrow." ”

"Okay." Chen Hua responded, and then the two discussed the plot for more than half an hour, and then began to code their own words.

At half past ten in the evening, Chen Hua retreated from the code word page, and in three and a half hours, he coded nearly 15,000 manuscripts. He copied and pasted the pages of the novel, set a time for publication, and then got up and stretched.

Ni Shangjin's code action paused, he raised his head and looked at Chen Hua and asked, "Are you done with the code?" ”

"Hmm." Chen Hua picked up the water cup on the table, stood next to the water dispenser and replied while receiving water: "I coded almost 15,000 words today." ”

"So fast!" Ni Shangjin opened his mouth and asked a little incredulously: "How can you be so fast in coding words, don't you have to think about the plot?" ”

"Uh" Chen Hua didn't know how to reply, he wrote according to the memory in his head, he really didn't think about the plot, he put down the water glass, went around the back of his head, and forcibly explained: "Maybe I'm typing faster." ”

"I'm not slow to type, five crosses a minute." The look of disappointment in Ni Shangjin's eyes was clear, she shook her head and said, "It's been nine hours, and it's only been 15,000."

Chen Hua smiled helplessly, he didn't want to hit Ni Shang Jin, he said with a smile: "It's okay, the quality text is really time-consuming, just get used to it." ”

"Hopefully."

After drinking the water, Chen Hua went back to the house to sleep

At seven o'clock the next morning, the alarm clock woke Chen Hua up on time.

"Hmm~" Chen Hua sat up and rubbed his eyes, he looked at the time on his phone, and got up from the bed in a few clicks. I took my travel bag out of my wardrobe and picked out a relatively refreshing set of clothes to change into.

Picking up the old clothes on the bed, Chen Hua went into the bathroom to wash up, then turned his hand and began to wash clothes.

After washing the clothes, it was already half past seven, after Chen Hua dried the clothes on the balcony. Back on the couch, turn on the computer, and pick up a can of nutritious food from the side of the couch and take it out for breakfast.

【China Literature】

Today, as usual, the editors had a regular meeting in the office at 8 a.m.

At the front of the conference table, the editor-in-chief had a solemn face, and his hands were clenched into fists on the conference table to support his chin.

This action can cause the editors in the audience to panic, and they all know what the editor-in-chief's action means! Whenever the editor-in-chief makes this action, it means that there is some accident in the website, and every editor in charge here will be transferred, or at worst they will be fired!

Dulong looked at the appearance of the editor-in-chief, and the corners of his mouth outlined a confident smile. He thinks he's done nothing wrong, how to ignore the company! Even if the editor-in-chief wants to blame, he can't blame himself.

His eyes fell on Fan Fan, who was panicked, and the biggest thing in the near future was probably the grievance between Fan Fan's first-level author and his fifth-level author. The fifth-level author is the mainstay of the website, presumably because of the development of events yesterday, the editor-in-chief is going to remove Fan Fan from the position of editor-in-charge.

Thinking that the editor-in-chief was going to remove Fan Fan from the position of editor-in-charge for a while, Dulong became inexplicably excited.

A few minutes later, the editor-in-chief glanced at everyone present, and his eyes were finally fixed on Fan Fan, who was at the very end, and he asked in a low voice: "Fan Fan, how long have you been in China Literature?" ”

Fan Fan was stunned at first, why did the editor-in-chief ask himself about this topic? Have you done anything recently that is not good for the company? No, she looked at the editor-in-chief and replied, "One year, eight months of form." It has only been promoted to editor-in-charge in the last four months. ”

The color of joy in Dulong's eyes was unobstructed. Sure enough, the editor-in-chief is going to remove Fan Fan's position!

The editor-in-chief turned his head again, stared at Dulong with cold eyes and asked, "Dulong, how long have you been in China Literature?" ”

Why did the editor-in-chief ask himself about this topic, did he want to compare himself with Fan Fan? He mustered up momentum, looked at Fan Fan and replied arrogantly: "Three years, two years ago I was promoted to the editor-in-charge." ”

Fan Fanbei bit her red lips, her eyes trembled slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking

After listening to Dulong's report, the fat on his face trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Bang~" The editor-in-chief lined up on the conference table with one palm, and he looked at Dulong and asked: "You have been here for three years!" To be reasonable, you should be a very responsible editor by now. Look what you've done now! Say good things about self-aggrandizing writers and recommend books that don't have a future! That's all about it, but why don't you restrain your writers well, and even condone them to brush up their grades! ”