The next day, the 4th of September

System: [Yi Chen] Identity popularity increases, the artist level is promoted to a second-tier three-star, and 6 skill points are rewarded.

Early in the morning, under the system prompt, Qi Chen woke up.

"It's already three stars? That's fast. ”

Qi Chen sighed, he couldn't help but think of the beginning, when the main identity was promoted to the level of an artist, it took so much time and so much effort to promote from the fifth line to the second line.

And now, it's just a live broadcast, and it's soared directly.

An hour later

Qi Chen took a morning swim in the villa's own swimming pool and made a simple breakfast.

After the meal, look at the time, it is already nine o'clock in the morning.

"It's time to go to work now, give Wang Qian a call."

Qi Chen was lying on the balcony chair, looking at the crystal clear pool in the backyard, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of Wang Qian, the editor-in-chief of [Fantasy Dreamland].

Honk......

The phone rang and was connected.

"Editor-in-Chief Wang, have you been living a comfortable life lately?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Qi Chen's mouth.

"Qi Shao, you finally called me, I'm still comfortable, I'm dying of sorrow."

The king's voice was full of resentment.

"Oh? What are you worried about, let's hear it. ”

"Qi Shao, the fantasy dream realm is about to go out of business, I know that you have a lot of career and a wide range. This little fairy tale club is not in your eyes, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, you see, why don't you take a little time out of your busy schedule to write a fairy tale? ”

The king said tentatively.

"You're a slippery head, you want me to write fairy tales, that's it, no matter what, fantasy dreams are also controlled by me. I naturally want him to get better and better.

In your mailbox, I have already sent an article in the past. You correct the typo for the review, and then it will be published in the first half of the month. ”

The smile on the corner of Qi Chen's mouth continued to expand.

……

Magic City, the office of the editor-in-chief of the fantasy dreamland

As soon as he hung up the phone, Wang Qian looked excited, and he hurriedly logged into the mailbox to find the email sent by Qi Chen.

Opening the email, Wang Qian looked directly at the title of the fairy tale.

"Back? Hey, what a strange name, what is this fairy tale about? ”

Wang Qian was puzzled, because he was the editor-in-chief of the Fairy Tale Society, he subconsciously regarded Qi Chen's email article as a fairy tale, completely ignored Qi Chen's phone, and deliberately used [an article] to describe the email.

"That winter, my grandmother died, and my father's messenger was handed over. I ......"

The king was engrossed in reading the article "Back", and he was constantly silently reciting it in his heart.

But the more he read, the more strange he felt in his heart. When he finished reading the whole article, Wang Qian's face finally changed.

"This ...... Qi Shao won't be wrong. It's not a fairy tale. It's clearly an essay. ”

There was a buzz in Wang Qian's mind, but he took the initiative to call to ask Qi Chen, and he was a little weak-hearted.

Now is not the past, but he clearly knows that Qi Chen was a top artist not long ago, although he attended an event, the appearance fee was more than the profit of his fairy tale club for half a year.

In this case, Qi Chen still remembered that he fantasized about the dream, and he was willing to take the initiative to send a fairy tale, which can be said to be completely unexpected by the king.

"Forget it, let's read it first, maybe, it's really a fairy tale?"

And the king continued to read.

Five minutes later, before he knew it, Wang Qian had read the entire [Back].

The corners of his eyes have become crystalline.

"This is the master of words, not a fairy tale, but better than a fairy tale. Before I knew it, my father had left me for more than ten years, hey. Master Yan, you are really a ghost. ”

Wang Qian carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and he looked embarrassed. In my mind, I was pictured with my father.

In the end, Wang Qian suddenly found that in those pictures, most of the time, what he saw from his perspective was his father's slightly chubby but mountain-like back.

"Regardless of whether this [back] is Qi Shaofa's mistake, or his original intention. I decided, this is it. ”

Wang Qian's expression froze, and he dismissed the idea of calling and asking Qi Chen. Through the printer on the table, he printed out the [back], and with several copies of printer paper, Wang Qian walked out of the office.

"Everyone, be quiet, there are new changes in this issue of the fantasy dream semi-monthly."

In the big office, more than 30 employees all subconsciously raised their heads and waited for Wang Qian's next words.

"This issue is released as originally planned, as normal. But now there are special circumstances, the theme of this issue, the main fairy tales, and the publicity are all going to change.

Propaganda, in particular, comes at the highest level. ”

Looking at the quiet environment, Wang Qian nodded with satisfaction and continued.

"Ah, Editor-in-Chief Wang, why did you suddenly change?"

"What is the special case? Could it be that a rich kid has itchy hands and sent a fairy tale to gild? ”

As soon as Wang Qian finished speaking, the entire office suddenly had a heated discussion. All the employees had puzzled faces.

"Okay, don't discuss, go to work seriously. Personnel, send a copy of this manuscript to everyone. ”

Wang Qian handed the thirty manuscripts in his hand to the personnel Meimei, and he turned around and walked into the office.

As he left, the office became more lively, but everyone was restrained, wanting to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd in front of the king.

Manuscripts are sent to employees.

Employees who have not yet sent the manuscript are looking at their colleagues who are reading the manuscript.

But they were undoubtedly out of the list, and all they saw were faces that were shocked and stunned.

"What the hell is it, is it so shocking? Personnel lady, send it quickly. ”

"I saw it earlier, tell me what it is?"

The back employee was curious.

"Wait, I'll read it first."

Looking at the colleagues who were engrossed in studying the manuscript, the employees behind them became more and more curious.

When the manuscript was sent to them, they couldn't wait to look at the first line, and their eyes, as before, subconsciously zoomed in, and their faces showed surprise and stunned.

[Back], Author: Yan.

……

Deep East, Futian Villa

"It's already ten o'clock, it's time for outdoor live broadcast."

Qi Chen reluctantly stood up from the chair. Change your clothes, take out the 360 automatic live broadcast instrument without dead ends, and walk to the bus stop.

Because it was an outdoor live broadcast, Qi Chen kept driving the Ferrari 458 scooter that Ma Yun gave him.

I thought that since my debut, I haven't taken a bus for nearly half a year, and I can't help but want to experience it.

Coming to the bus stop, Qi Chen silently recited in his heart, "Open the live broadcast room of the dog fighting network", and suddenly surrounded the top of its head, the invisible 360-degree live broadcast instrument with no dead ends automatically turned on and logged in.

……

On the dog fighting network, in Yi Chen's live broadcast room, there are already hundreds of thousands of viewers online, waiting for Qi Chen's outdoor live broadcast.

At the moment when the live broadcast started, they noticed it for the first time.

"Good morning, everyone."

[Yi Chen] handsome face appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room.

(End of chapter)