After Zhang Ze sent this news, he didn't care what the big thing Qi Qian said was, he just thought that what Qi Qian said was referring to the magic of seeing the national art tonight, and the excitement after joining the organization.

Because Zhang Ze saw Qi Qiandai enter the world of words tonight, and also saw Qi Qian's shock when he saw Tang Zichen who was not afraid of firearms, as well as his longing eyes.

and the world of "Romance of the Dragon God" has been gradually revealed, and various national art masters and moves will emerge in an endless stream in the future.

As a reader, Qi Qian, how could he not be excited after learning that he would reach such heights one day.

Therefore, Zhang Ze understood Qi Qian's thoughts very well, and he didn't care about this "big thing".

Through these, you can also see what the reader has embodied in the world of words, as well as the relevant characters, in addition to the reader himself, if Zhang does not check, the system will not notify.

At this point, Zhang Ze still didn't know that Qi Qian had a real gun in his hand that was brought out of the world of words.

But on the other hand, the relationship between readers and authors is "trust", and ordinary readers will definitely notify the author as soon as they have any problems, and will not hide them secretly, and will not announce them to the public when they can't handle it.

By that time, it was too late.

So, just after Zhang Ze finished sending this message, when Qi Qian, who was in another city, was stunned for a moment for "the problem of dozens of boards", he also replied to Zhang Ze's message as soon as possible, and did not hide it.

(Qi Qian: President: I brought out a gun in the world of fiction... Qi Qian looked at the firearm in his hand, and typed out such a paragraph, (I don't know how to deal with it now.) ）

"A gun?" After Zhang Ze saw it, he thought about it for a while, and then replied by typing, (Since you got it, then tell me what you think.) ）

The Literary Society was just created, and Zhang Ze didn't want to have too much trouble. Therefore, this controlled firearm is a small problem.

But if Qi Qian had any good way, he would also save a lot of trouble.

But the most important thing is the concrete objects in the world of words, and in Zhang Ze's mind, he thinks it is better to leave it to the reader, because it is obtained by personal substitution, and it has nothing to do with him.

(Qi Qian: President, I'm going to hand it over to the guild.) But Qi Qian was going to hand it over to Zhang Ze, wanting to show his "loyalty to the organization".

(President: This is not needed in the guild.) ）

Zhang shook his head and smiled when he saw it, vetoing it, not wanting to collect readers' "personal belongings" indiscriminately.

However, when he suddenly thought that Qi Qian might also be difficult to handle this matter, he typed and asked again: "If you don't need it, you can choose to sell it."

Because of the concern of trust, Zhang Ze did not hide these words when he said them, and directly explained whether Qi Qian could find a buyer and sell his unwanted hot potato.

is also because in Zhang Ze's memory in his previous life, Qi Qian's connections seem to be relatively extensive, and this firearm problem is relatively easy to handle, so he will say this.

But in fact, Zhang Ze can't be sure, because Qi Qian won the provincial and municipal competition championships two years later in the trajectory of history.

(Yes, yes...) But Qi Qian really seems to have a way.

It's just that he paused after talking for a while, and sent another message, (But this firearm is a thing in the guild after all, I think the president can join me.) Here he did a little bit of caution, first, to show that the thing belonged to the guild, and second, he wanted to take the opportunity of buying and selling to meet his boss, the "mysterious author".

(Alone, I'm a little scared...) Qi Qian pondered for a while, and reissued another one, wanting to win the "protection of the organization".

"I'm a little scared.."

Zhang Ze smiled after seeing this message, but he knew that Qi Qian's arms were big and his waist was round, and three or four big men couldn't get in.

It's just that Qi Qian has spoken, and Zhang Ze is not easy to refuse.

Because in his mind, he is not a god or an immortal, so why should he maintain a sense of mystery that rejects people thousands of miles away, and refuses the sincere invitation of readers.

On the contrary, Zhang Ze thinks that it is good for readers and authors to meet each other, at least adding some intimacy.

(Tomorrow, to the southern suburbs of Lin City.) When the time comes, contact the guild inside. After Zhang Ze typed down this message, he closed the chat group, and he didn't care if Qi Qian knew about the southern suburbs of Lin City.

(Good!) President, I'll pick you up tomorrow! After Qi Qian saw that his boss had fulfilled his little thoughts, his heart was full of happiness, and he was no longer dizzy, and the guns in his hands were no longer so eyesore.

But it can also prove that he knows the southern suburbs of Lin City.

Because, Qi Qian and Zhang are in the same province, and the two cities are not too far away, and before Qi Qian became a martial arts coach, he often ran around to work, so he was familiar with Lin City.

Thereupon.

Qi Qian waited for a while, and when he saw that the president of the "Literature Club" was not speaking, he picked up his mobile phone and opened the door with a somewhat tired body.

He was going to go out at night to borrow a car from a friend so that he could go to Lin City tomorrow to pick up the "mysterious author".

Otherwise, he can't take a rental to go over and come back with a taxi, right? This is too chilling for Qi Qian to think about, and it is too much to lose his identity as a "reader".

"I remember that the curator had a good car, and he was reluctant to drive it, so he couldn't buy him some cigarettes and alcohol today, borrow it tomorrow and drive it, and take a few more days off by the way.."

Qi Qian thought in his heart, and when he saw that his father hadn't come home because of the night shift, he took a few bottles of good wine from the cabinet, so that he could save some money and eat more...

And on the other side.

When Zhang Ze quit the chat group, he also looked at Liao Jie, who was still concentrating on reading.

"President Liao, take the money, let's go and match the line." Zhang Ze looked at his ordinary casual clothes, and then looked at Liao Jie's dress in an old suit, and he also had the same idea as Qi Qian, wanting to buy a suit.

I don't want to say how expensive it is, but I can't just dress it casually, and I will be embarrassed in front of readers when we meet tomorrow.

"When people meet people, the appearance and clothing are the first impression." Zhang Ze's mind flashed, and after seeing Liao Jie take out the money bag from under the bed, he went out first.

Subsequently, in the night, when the two of them went to several similar stores, they also matched a set of clothes.

Liao Jie is wearing a straight new suit.

Zhang chose a set of casual clothes.

This one doesn't look special, but it looks much better than the original clothes.

Therefore.

When it was close to noon the next day, when Zhang Ze and Liao Jie received the news of Qi Qian's arrival, when they were standing on a road in the southern suburbs, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Ze, who was dressed in casual clothes, looked like a rich boy.

Liao Jie was dressed in a suit and stood beside Zhang Ze, like a bodyguard.

Didi—

And Zhang Ze and Liao Jie didn't wait long at this intersection, and Qi Qian also drove a luxury car to the front of the two.

At the same time, with a "click", after Qi Qian opened the car door, he got out of the car in a straight suit like Liao Jie.