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Chen Shao glanced at Meng Side with some embarrassment, shook his head and said, "Traveler, she hasn't come yet......" As soon as he finished saying this, he who had been carefully observing Meng Side's face saw the other party's brows twitch suddenly, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly added: "But our people have asked her attitude in detail, she seems to have the intention of coming over, you can go inside and sit down first, maybe she will come later." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

As one of the high-level leaders of Fengyu Book City, Chen Shao certainly didn't want to see the great god authors of his company fighting among themselves, which was fundamentally harmful to the company's development.

However, for other authors, he may be able to criticize a few words, take out the shelf as the president of the branch and let the two authors who are in conflict forcibly shake hands and make peace, or at least do a harmonious appearance in front of the public, and if you want to continue to fight in private, please do it, as long as it doesn't affect the reputation of Fengyu Book City.

But the Monsted in front of him was not something that he, the small branch president, could afford to provoke, once the other party became angry...... Maybe he can't kill a few of them, Chen Shao can't say it, so he can only laugh and flatter, while complaining in his heart about why he has so much trouble when it is his turn to hold an author party here this year.

In addition to Meng Side himself, Chen Shao was actually more afraid of the cold-faced old man who was by Meng Side's side and never left an inch.

This person was wearing a white shirt, carrying a black long sword, and his face was calm and indifferent, and when Chen Shao occasionally looked at him, he could see the trace of arrogance and disdain that faintly flashed in his eyes.

Chen Shao hurriedly looked away at this time, his face full of panic, he heard that ...... This cold-faced old man's identity was actually one of the high-level thugs cultivated by the Montessori clan, and his strength was at the peak of the first level of the shattered land, and he was sent by the patriarch of the Montemon clan to protect his son.

The pinnacle of the first level of broken land, for ordinary people like Chen Shao, is a height that they can't look up to in their lives, and he must treat it with ten percent awe......

“…… That's all there is to it. Monsted took a deep breath to suppress the annoyance in his heart, took his identity badge and hung it on his chest with a blank face, and then walked inside under the leadership of a senior manager at the level of a general manager.

Chen Shao watched his back walk away, and couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief, only then did he suddenly find that his nervous hands were covered with sweat in the face of the cold-faced old man just now, and he couldn't help but sigh that the God-sent was worthy of being a God-sent person, just standing there and doing nothing, he could give himself such a great psychological pressure to be in a high position for a long time!

While adjusting her mentality and waiting for the next author to arrive, Chen Shao couldn't help but mourn in silence for the traveler who had never shown up so far, it was bad to offend anyone, but it was unlucky enough to offend this eldest young master, otherwise, with her writing strength, it is estimated that she will stand at an unprecedented peak in the online literature industry in a few years......

On the other end, Monsted was led by the general manager to take a seat inside, which was still the seat closest to the stage.

The other people sitting at the same table are all the top writers today, with an annual income of tens of millions of star coins, which can be regarded as the great god of the gods, and the most peak representative of the online literature industry!

And these top writers have been sitting with other writers of the same level in previous years, and now they suddenly saw an unfamiliar face come to their table and take a seat, and they were personally accompanied by the general manager of the company, so they naturally couldn't help but look at the identity sign on each other's chest suspiciously, when the five words "vanishing will" came into view...... Their faces suddenly became very delicate, and they all looked at each other without moving, and then politely greeted the young man.

Almost every one of these writers has been in the Wind Whisper Book City for many years, and their own interests have almost been tied to the Wind Whisper Book City, so there is some news circulating inside about the identity of this vanishing will...... They had more or less heard of it, and knew that this was actually the eldest young master of a god-given family, who participated in the online article in the form of play, so they didn't dare to slack off.

Don't look at their achievements as if they are very high, when it comes to it, they have hundreds of millions of fans and are worth tens of millions, but these are popular or something...... In front of the powerful godsends, they are all floating clouds!

In the end, this Ming Chaoxing is still dominated by these powerful godsends, and these writers from ordinary backgrounds can enjoy the cheers and love from other ordinary people at most, in fact, they can't enter the eyes of the godsenders at all, if they accidentally offend the real big man...... Maybe one day it will disappear and suddenly disappear, not necessarily.

Seeing that these authors took the initiative to greet him, Monsted just nodded casually, and then turned his head to the cold-faced old man standing behind him in their embarrassed faces and said, "Uncle Fei, you can sit down." ”

"No need young master, it's more comfortable for me to stand, and the old man's body and bones haven't decayed to that extent." The cold-faced old man known as Uncle Fei smiled faintly, shook his head and refused.

Uncle Shu's full name is Yu Yan, he has been in Montessori for at least 30 years, from the original purification level to the current growth to the peak of the first level of broken land, it can be said that it is all thanks to Montessori's spare no effort to support and cultivate to have today, so he is loyal to Montessori.

It's a pity that his potential has been exhausted, and it is not surprising that he may be the second level of Broken Earth in this life, and this strength is not bad, in the sixth floating continent of Montessori's base camp, the Death Yan is considered an upper-level godsend.

Hearing this, Monsted didn't say anything more, and sat there with his eyes in the direction of the gate, his legs shaking, hoping to see some woman entering with a traveler's ID badge.

However, what disappointed him was ...... Until 10:10 a.m., the authors' gathering had been officially organized by several high-level officials, and almost all the invited authors had arrived, but only the traveler was nowhere to be found.

Really didn't come?

Monsted was very unwilling, and even if he later used this trick to make the traveler's reputation bad on the Internet, he would not be happy.

"Young master, since that person didn't come, it's better for us to leave as soon as possible, after all, the time over there for the auction is almost up, the master is still waiting for you, you have to understand that that there is the main thing." Deathken reminded.

"I know."

Monsted waved his hand and said with a gloomy face, "Didn't the auction start at half past one in the afternoon?" Uncle Fei, if you wait with me again, I don't believe that guy really dares to come! (To be continued.) )