Nanxun was worried that she was a liar, so she also went to check the prevailing era.

In the prevailing era, there is indeed a column of prevailing culture.

And this little fawn is indeed the editor-in-chief of the prevailing era.

It's the editor-in-chief, not the editor-in-charge.

Nanxun hesitated.

Although you can earn a lot of fans by serializing it on Weibo, if you want to promote it, you still need to have the traffic and packaging of a special website.

After all, the only people who can see her comics now are her fans.

Or her fans will promote her comics, but there isn't much of an audience.

And if it is serialized on a special comic network, it will definitely attract more readers and make her work receive more attention.

After thinking about it, Nan Xun didn't reply directly, but told Xiao Xiaolu that she wanted to think about it again.

However, after Nanxun's other three words were sent, she received more invitations from websites.

Nanxun feels as if he has a little bit of luck?

Since there are so many website invitations, after determining the authenticity, Nanxun began to compare the traffic of the website one by one, and the website is very consistent with her style.

In the end, choose to choose, Nanxun still prefers the prevailing culture.

The prevailing culture is a big website, and its reputation is also the highest ranking on the whole network.

And the promotion of works has always been fair, and there will be no so-called shady scenes at all.

In addition, the editor-in-chief of this website invited Nanxun, or the first to invite her, Nanxun naturally has a different feeling for the prevailing culture.

But Nanxun is still a little entangled in whether to sign a contract or not.

She doesn't like to be constrained when she paints.

The reason why she likes to draw comics is because comics can pour out her emotions.

But if there are strict treaty bindings, Nanxun's interest will dissipate a lot.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been mixed up for a few years, and she was still just an ordinary eighteenth-tier cartoonist.

And every time I delivered the manuscript, I was very reluctant, and I resolutely didn't write until the last moment.

Therefore, Nanxun still turned off Weibo first, and prepared to reply to the editor-in-chief of the prevailing culture later.

She sighed faintly.

But suddenly I felt a little hungry.

Nanxun slowly touched downstairs and saw that lunch had been set on the table, and the maids and housekeepers and aunts had specially avoided this point.

Nanxun sat down at the dining table and devoured a full meal, then leaned back on the sofa and touched his slightly bulging belly.

Happiness.

Fine.

With such a life, she can be an idle fish for another hundred years!

Nan Xun thought so, but the mobile phone on the coffee table rang suddenly.

Nanxun: "......" There are always people who don't want me to be happy.

She rolled her eyes silently, but reached out and took her phone.

The note is-

Southern Frost Frost.

Nan Xun subconsciously didn't want to answer the call, but her fingers and brain were not on the same sensitivity, so she watched as she answered without hesitation.

Nanxun: "......"

She looked at the page showing that she was on the call, and the corners of her lips twitched.

Finally, he silently clicked on the recording-

To guard against this green tea.

She whispered, "Hello." ”

"Hello, I'm Ye Qianshu."

Nanxun: "??? ”

Isn't that the number of Southern Frost?

Why did it go to Ye Qianshu's hands??

The expression on Nanxun's face turned blue and white, and then she coughed: "I remember you, may I ask you what's the matter?" ”