Bai Ming moved over silently, his steps were very light, and a group of editors were all focused on Chen Feng, but no one noticed the arrival of his editor-in-chief.

He is still some distance from that "circle", but Chen Feng's words and deeds can also be seen clearly.

Good boy, you're actually telling a story? Bai Ming smiled in his heart, didn't bother quietly, and listened quietly.

Gai Yiming said: "The tenth day of March this year is the fiftieth birthday of Xiao Banhe, the hero of Jinyang┅┅" When the girl heard Xiao Banhe's name, she was slightly stunned and said, "Do you know Xiao Old Hero?" Gai Yiming said: "We don't know the old hero Xiao, but we have always admired his old man's name, and we can be regarded as a long-time friend of God, and we want to take his 50th birthday to pay homage. I'm ashamed to say that our four brothers have missing a congratulatory gift and can't get into the door, so ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ Well, that's easy." As he spoke, he plucked a golden hairpin from his head and said, "This golden hairpin is given to you, this pearl on the hairpin is very valuable, you can use it as a gift, Xiao Lao Hero will definitely like it." As he spoke, he lifted the reins of the horse, and the horse flew away on all fours. ”

After only listening to this short paragraph, Bai Ming couldn't help but laugh.

This stupid "Gai Yiming", in order to pay homage to the long-admired old hero Xiao, actually thought of being the "strong man" to hijack the weak woman? This woman is also a wonderful person, and the golden pearl was thrown out casually?

He was very surprised in his heart, and he was extremely looking forward to the follow-up plot, and he didn't dare to listen to it, but his body looked at Chen Feng uncontrollably.

In this way, since someone found Bai Ming, he was surprised and covered his mouth at the same time, as if he didn't want to affect Chen Feng in the center, and when he saw the editor-in-chief put his index finger in front of his mouth and pointed at Chen Feng with the other hand, they all smiled knowingly.

Chen Feng is talking energetically at the moment, only caring about immersing himself in his own world and working hard to deduce, and he can also take care of the changes around him.

Speaking of storytelling, when he was a child, he went to the tea stall early every day, took a small bench, bought one or two lion heads and dumplings, with a jar of strong tea, and held his chin to listen to the old man "talk about the water margin, talk about the Three Kingdoms, and talk about Journey to the West", and he listened to it for an hour or two, and he was late for school many times.

The old man also likes Chen Feng, a little kid, and in his spare time, he will also find him a few words and teach him some tricks related to storytelling.

Chen Feng, who has been coming and going, can also have nothing to do, and he is frustrated for a short time, from listening to books, to reading books, to writing books, Chen Feng is destined to be associated with books in his last life.

The most memorable thing for him is that the old man was sick for a while, and he volunteered to hold a copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and sat on the storyteller, with a slightly immature voice, patted the stage, and said with a big grin.

Now, he can be regarded as returning to his old business.

Bai Ming took too long to look at the "Yue Nu Sword", and Chen Feng, who had nothing to do, waited inside until his scalp was numb, and when it was about forty minutes, he really couldn't stay anymore.

Out of the office, Chen Feng wandered around, and before he knew it, he walked into the editor's office, and there were seven or eight editors inside, all of whom lowered their heads and looked like they were working seriously.

He stood in the doorway, looking left and right, and was about to quietly leave.

"Stop, you, what are you here for?" An editor spotted Chen Feng and shouted.

Chen Feng fixed his eyes and saw that it was a giant man with a height of 1.9 meters and thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"If you want to submit, come in, why stand at the door? Don't be nervous, young man, come, let me help you review the draft. The giant man glanced at the file bag in Chen Feng's hand, and suddenly smiled gently, you must know that the most lacking thing in the crumbling "Jianghu Guest" at the moment is the manuscript.

Chen Feng was dragged into the office by the big hand, and then saw the big hand grabbing towards his file bag, and subconsciously wanted to take a few steps back.

"Hey, big brother, I'm not here to contribute."

This sentence dangled back and forth in Chen Feng's mind several times, and he glanced at the giant man's huge body, but he was stunned.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

(An article of Yue Nu Sword, Bai Ming must have read it a long time ago, and the reason why he still pretends to be reading a book is that he has already guessed my intentions, and he is indecisive and hesitant in his heart, so he will keep dragging it out like this; In this way, sooner or later, this mandarin duck knife will be pressed as the "last straw", it is better to add a force. ）

Chen Feng thought of this and put on a smile: "It's better for me to come by myself." ”

He immediately opened the file bag, took the manuscript of "Mandarin Duck Knife" in his hand, read it, and at first some editors frowned from time to time, glanced at it, and then lowered his head and continued to work; But as the plot progresses, Chen Feng's voice is getting louder and louder, and his tone is modulated with twists and turns and bizarre plots, and it is difficult not to attract people's attention.

In just four or five minutes, the editors in the office were unconsciously attracted by Chen Feng's "storytelling", and gradually surrounded them, applauding again and again with the ups and downs of the plot.

Chen Feng was overjoyed in his heart, and he said even harder.

I heard a person outside the forest chanting: "The Son of Heaven is heroic, the article teaches Ercao, everything is inferior, only reading is high-......" In the high chant, a person walked into the forest. Xiao Zhonghui saw that it was the young scholar Yuan Guannan who he saw in the inn last night, and he was even more uncomfortable when he saw this embarrassment, and his heart was anxious, and tears rolled down like pearls. ”

Speaking of this, Chen Feng suddenly stopped, and bowed to the surroundings: "Heroes and heroes see me working so hard, can you reward Xiaoke with a cup of tea?" ”

He said that the book was in the beginning of his life, and even spoke in response to the situation, and after a while, someone handed him a cup of tea.

Chen Feng did not shy away from it, took the cup and drank it all, clearing his throat

But he said that Zhuo Tianxiong pressed the mandarin duck knife in his hand, coughing...... Ahem. Chen Feng took over the above, and was about to continue, when his eyes glanced at him, and he found that the person serving him tea turned out to be Bai Ming.

This time he was so shocked that he was choked several times: "Uncle Bai, why are you here, have you finished reading the Yue Nu Sword?" ”

Bai Ming didn't speak, nodded and shook his head again, one finger "Yue Nu Sword" he finished reading, and the other pointed to Chen Feng Don't worry about him, just continue.

Chen Feng rolled his eyes, walked in front of Bai Ming in a few steps, and showed a green smile: "Since Uncle Bai has finished reading, why don't we go to the office and have a good talk." ”

As he spoke, ignoring the editors who were eager to wear it, Shi Shiran walked to the editor-in-chief's office.

"Little fox." Seeing this, Bai Ming immediately felt the editors cast a little resentful glances at him, and immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly and left.

He also resents such a thing as half-storytelling, okay?