The conversation lasted almost two hours.

Ke Qiqi finally got a satisfactory result and went to sleep peacefully, she was too tired.

In order to make up for her previous cold treatment of "I'm crazy about songs" and show her sincerity, she has been drinking coffee and communicating with him as soon as Chen Feng comes back.

This is actually a very aggrieved thing, the reason why Ke Qiqi didn't recommend the position of "I'm crazy about songs" in the new book period is actually to plan to go directly to the big seal after the book has passed the new book period, which was originally reserved for her number one writer Bailu, the "Black Snow City" is in the fighting period and needs her help.

But that night, she fell asleep crying and laughing, and after waking up again, she resolutely made such a "still sexual" decision.

How could a new book in general be treated like this?

This is indeed a good book, and many people will like such a book, such as people like Hu Teng, who subconsciously want to do something for it.

But Ke Qiqi fell in love with this book, and it was an indescribable feeling, as if it resonated with the soul.

Like and love, after all, are different.

So after she heard Chen Feng's voice, her mood suddenly dropped, and she began to regret it a little.

How could the author of this book be a teenager?

He's only eighteen years old...... Ay.

Ke Qiqi sighed softly in her heart, and even she didn't know what she was sighing for.

But soon, she adjusted her mentality, dutifully explained her intention to Chen Feng, and the stakes involved, she said softly, and explained everything to herself, neither exaggerating herself nor concealing the current situation.

She behaved like a newbie to the industry, and that's exactly how she chose to negotiate the contract for this time – with sincerity.

Through the content of the book, Ke Qiqi can analyze the general personality of an author, so as to choose the most suitable negotiation method, which is also a secret for her, but for this book, she only wants to use sincerity.

She waited a little nervously, her heart beating a little fast, and this happened only once: it was after the second book of Egret became popular, and a well-known editor in the industry came to dig into the wall, opened a bargaining chip beyond her imagination, and trampled her as a peripheral web editor under her feet.

The three confronted each other, and the egret looked entangled, and finally spoke: "I'm sorry, I'm not a person who forgets my roots." ”

This sentence made Ke Qiqi laugh out loud, and even tears came out of her laughter, which was the most beautiful sentence she had heard since she was engaged in online editing.

"Well, I see, thanks."

From beginning to end, the eighteen-year-old boy listened with great humility, and at the end, he gave a simple answer.

At this moment, a happy emotion involuntarily ran out of the corner of Ke Qiqi's heart, making the corners of her mouth curl up, and she even wanted to dance on the spot.

What a day!

Ke Qiqi thought like this, why wasn't Chen Feng like this?

He tried to suppress his beating heart and speak as little as possible to hide the tremor of his voice...... He was so happy that he wanted to slap himself twice to see if it was just a dream.

Of course, it is wiser to wash your face with cold water to test and sober yourself at the same time.

Chen Feng entered the squirrel literature bar and clicked on the post, he commented on them one by one, and the more he watched, the happier he became.

Thousands of comments, it took Chen Feng nearly two hours to read them.

"Could it be that this is the so-called book fame? Is it gold that always shines? He smirked a little demonically.

The smile lasted for a long time, but it faded.

Not being sad or happy, this is really a very annoying emotion, and it is also the ability of a person to grow up and gradually master.

In fact, Chen Feng was very sober from the beginning, but he was willing to indulge in this pure joy, even if it was only for a moment.

He opened the software and started to code words, and he was very fast, he could write a chapter in an hour, or even more.

Before he knew it, the content of the two chapters had been completed, and he put the document in the manuscript box, dragged out a chapter of the content he had written a few days ago, reviewed it, and uploaded it to the Squirrel Literature Network.

The night is getting deeper, and the night is still very long.

In most cases, Chen Feng should have washed and slept at this moment, and tonight, it should naturally be a little different.

He registered a Tieba account, and after asking the management of Tieba to help him verify his identity, he left a message to the "man who soared through the clouds" to express his gratitude and hope to have a good talk.

After that, he leisurely browsed the Internet for some information, read some good books, and waited.

About an hour later, the "man in the clouds" contacted him.

"I'm going, is it the Great Buddha of Zangfeng?" Hu Teng, who was comparing himself with the giant god of a vote sticker, happened to catch a glimpse of this message and sent a message and asked.

"It's me, thank you so much for this time." Chen Feng quickly replied.

"It's all good at your writing, and I'm just a little fan......" Hu Teng had a smug look on his face, but what he typed out was humble content, anyway, it was just a text exchange, who knows?

"I'm under a lot of pressure when you say that." Chen Feng replied a little speechlessly, so far, he is only a rookie author who has written 60,000 words, okay.

"Haha, are you embarrassed?" Hu Teng turned on the flirting mode.

They chatted very well, especially Hu Teng, who had a feeling of hating each other.

After a few words, Chen Feng said his purpose, he was going to build a post bar with the theme of "I'm crazy about songs", hoping to let Hu Teng serve as the bar owner.

"Please be my lord, my God, you're not kidding." Hu Teng slapped the table and said in surprise, his eyes glaring like a frog.

"As long as you don't think my book is well-known and unpopular." In the text exchange, Chen Feng naturally couldn't see Hu Teng's appearance, and still said lightly.

"No problem, I'll do my best." Hu Teng hurriedly agreed.

Regardless of whether this book will be popular in the future, but at least he likes it, the author personally came to the door and asked him to be the owner of the post bar, unless his brain was caught by the door, he would refuse.

After agreeing on the general details of the creation of Tieba, the two chatted about it again, and finally ended this pleasant conversation.

Look at the time, it's past twelve o'clock, and it's time to go to bed.

In his previous life, Chen Feng was an out-and-out night owl when he was young, and he liked to drink a few glasses when he had nothing to do, so his body was a little unable to cover it early, and he had a kind of ...... The sorrow of empty tears.

Today, he didn't dare to wave Grande anymore, especially at such a crucial age as eighteen.

The next day, I returned from a morning jog.

Maybe it's because his life is too regular and he is used to going to bed early and getting up early, Chen Feng couldn't sleep last night, and finally had to rely on the method of counting sheep to fall asleep.

But his habit of getting up early made him wake up at six o'clock, and his eyes were a little dark.

"Classmate Chen, you, why did you get like this, last night, could it be ...... Hey, hey, hey. ”

A few friends with strange smiles laughed exaggeratedly.

"Are you alright, didn't you sleep well last night?" Gu Man suddenly appeared in front of Chen Feng and asked with concern, as if he was still a little distressed.

"It's nothing, but I said Miss, what are you?" Chen Feng's attention was on the blue thermos cup that Gu Man was holding in his hand, and his intuition told him that something was wrong.