There are still three days before the book signing, and Park Ji-sub has asked for leave from school in advance, and he is thinking about new books every day. According to his idea, he just plagiarized the movie "Ugly Girl Turnover" in the previous life.

It's just that...... Let Quan Baolan fall in love in the book and have a crush on someone else. It's not reliable to look at, and if it's written like that, it's just a fast food novel with no connotation.

Park Ji-yeon sat at the head of the bed, wearing headphones and kicking her feet every now and then. Because of Park Ji-sub's influence, Park Fanyeol has no requirements for this girl at all. In other words, according to his son, his daughter should be rich and spoiled, so that when the girl grows up in the future, she will not suffer outside in the future.

In the past, Park Fanlie had no conditions, so naturally he couldn't be so extravagant. But now the café alone has an income of tens of millions a month, as for Park Ji-sub...... The other party has a dividend of at least 200 million every month. And this data is continuing to grow, according to Su Yongchang's estimate, this kid is estimated to have total assets of more than 10 billion by the end of the year.

"Ji-sub, which fat Oni do you really want to use as the protagonist to write a book?" Park Ji-yeon jumped off the bed, walked behind Park Ji-sub and hugged each other, asking questions with doubts and non-answers.

"Of course I have to write." Park Ji-sub scratched his head and rested his head on Park Ji-yeon's face: "I want to write a life-changing novel." ”

"Cut, a bigger fart can change your life."

Park Ji-yeon, who is also eleven-year-old, has fully begun to develop, and the little girl is now the same every day. Sometimes Park Ji-sub will be bored at night, staring at each other's still flat breasts in a daze to see if it will get bigger......

Park Ji-sub shook his head with a smile and said nothing, no matter how much money commercial literature makes, it can only be said to be a writer with high gold content. But if he writes an inspirational essay, then he will not only have gold content, but also a high level of force.

What Park Ji-sub didn't know was that just when he fantasized about becoming a great writer and disrupting the entertainment industry with his own efforts, Jeon Baolan, who was in class, was extremely distressed.

"That little guy is really serious!" Quan Baolan looked out the window with a wry smile and muttered helplessly.

She likes to read, and when she is bored, she will find some novels to read, and when she went to the bookstore yesterday, she found a poster from Knight Press! The above manifesto is no longer as veiled as it was a few days ago, but very directly states that the heroine of Citrine's next novel is called 'All Treasure Blue'.

"Sapphire Blue, the person Citrine is going to write, it can't be you, right?"

A tall girl with long hair sat next to Quan Baolan and asked with curiosity on her face.

"I don't know, I don't know Citrine, maybe it's just the same name and last name." Quan Baolan shook his head, and chose to play stupid without any hesitation.

"Really?" The tall girl smiled, and then looked at Quan Baolan with envy: "Maybe your father asked him to write it, after all, your family ......"

"Our family is our family, I am me, and my father will not do such a boring thing." Quan Baolan's face turned cold, and his chubby face showed the opposite majesty.

The tall girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and left the seat next to Quan Baolan.

If it weren't for the headmaster taking care of you, it would be your turn to be Humpty Dumpty. The tall girl's expression instantly turned cold, and after muttering a word, she walked away quickly.

Quan Baolan got up and wanted to chase, but after thinking about it, he sat down again. Because...... Even if she catches up, it's useless, although others can't bully her physically, but verbally insulting, it's no pressure. And her own mouth is relatively stupid, so she is just asking for hardship when she goes up.

The girl depressedly took out the book "Palace" from her bag and stared at the name Citrid for a long time: "This guy will be that child...... Hey, a share! I must be crazy. ”

No matter how you think about it, Quan Baolan can't accept that the author she admires is actually an eleven-year-old child. And the other party also wrote "Rights and Powers", which even his father admired on the phone, saying that it was a description of human nature and political power, which was simply to an unbelievable level of understanding.

And the person who wrote this was actually an eleven-year-old child...... No matter how you look at it, it feels unreliable!

In this way, the girl ended the day's classes in a daze and sorted out the textbooks! Carrying his schoolbag, Quan Baolan walked out of the school gate alone.

"Excuse me, is it All-Sapphire XI?"

A slightly thick, but very standard Seoul dialect came from behind the girl.

"You are?" Quan Baolan turned to look at the man with sunglasses in front of him and a very old face frowned and asked.

"It's really easy to recognize!" Su Yongchang happily took off his sunglasses and pointed to the café opposite the school: "My name is Su Yongchang, I am the president of Knight Publishing House, that guy Citrine is waiting for you opposite, if it is convenient, can you go and meet him?" ”

Quan Baolan's body stiffened and froze in place.

"By the way, here's my business card." Seeing the girl like this, Su Yongchang smiled and took out a business card with gold trim from his pocket and put it in front of the girl.

Quan Baolan stupidly took the business card and glanced at it, and then even she didn't know how she got to the café, until she saw Park Ji-sub's familiar baby face, she came back to her senses.

"Little Family...... No, you're Citrine? Jeon Baolan's eyes widened, and he looked at Park Ji-sub, who was wearing a small suit and smiling, with a strange face.

"You can call it Ji-sub!" Park Ji-sub naturally pulled the girl to the seat and sat down, and then sat down next to the girl very unceremoniously: "My next novel is called "Quanbaolan", and the protagonist is also Quanbaolan, and the content is also very simple, it is your story. ”

"What do you mean?"

Jeon Bo-lan, whose thoughts were already completely confused, looked at Park Ji-sub blankly, she needed to calm down.

"I don't know, slave, can you lose weight for one of my novels?" Park Ji-sub smacked his lips and said happily: "Of course, the slave is not paid for free, and all the expenses during the weight loss period are borne by the Knight Publishing House." ”

Jeon Baolan looked at Park Ji-sub with a strange expression, and then looked at Su Yongchang, who was leisurely drinking coffee on the side. She was a little suspicious that the two were liars. But that business card, and those posters...... That's a coincidence, isn't it?

"Little Family...... Ji-sub, why would you want to use me to write a novel? Quan Baolan blinked and asked softly.

She is eighteen years old and has a preliminary understanding of this society. Naturally, I understand how rare this kind of opportunity is, a new trend writer tailors a book for her, and there can be a few people with this kind of treatment.

"Because I'm curious about what a slimmed slave will look like." Park Ji-sub's cute baby face was full of seriousness, and he said in a milky voice: "Moreover, I think that a novel based on Nuna can be a big seller." ”