When the editor heard Yang Fan's words, he instantly understood a lot.

He looked at Yang Fan and didn't speak for a long time, his mind was now full of memories of the bits and pieces of the years he and the Son of Heaven had known each other.

They were originally the veteran editors who entered the xx network at the same time when the xx network was first established.

At that time, they were full of hope, hoping to discover some potential writers through their "discerning eyes".

In that passionate era, all the popular martial arts novels on the market were Jin Yong and Gu Long.

In that passionate era, both the and the Son of Heaven vowed to find the next "Jin Yong" and "Gu Long".

In those days, they became friends because they shared the same aspirations.

Thinking of this, the raised his head and looked at Yang Fan, who was like a star in the spotlight, and asked himself in his heart, what made their ambitious and passionate young people what they are now?

The thought for a moment, then he smiled.

Because he thought about age, and it was age that made him like this.

In the passionate young years, they can live with their ideals, but as the years increase, their parents grow old, and they start a family on their own, the countless pressures of life will make those fragile ideals deteriorate.

The remembered that he had discovered a female writer with the potential of "Jin Yong" at that time, and he couldn't remember the name clearly. At that time, I promised to train this female writer to be a writer who was no less than anyone.

As a result, when he made such a promise, Wuxia died quietly.

He still remembers that in that year, Xianxia was born, and the long lifespan, the battle scenes beyond ordinary people, and those unnutritious pretending to be forced to slap the face have made batches of cutting-edge Xianxia writers.

On the contrary, that year, except for a very few outstanding martial arts writers, the reviews of other martial arts writers were basically boring, and it was better to read reviews like Xianxia.

He still remembers that when the female writer was facing this pressure, she was still gritting her teeth and insisting on writing about the martial arts in her heart, and he still remembered that at that time, he was the only one left in the martial arts editorial department, and he remembered that when the female writer was lonely and fell into a trough, he gave up on her.

After all, the monthly salary of the martial arts editorial department is 3000 + 1% of the writer's sales commission, while the monthly salary of the Xianxia department is guaranteed to be 5000.

Maybe it's because of abandonment and distrust that I ruined myself and the ideal of a female writer who forgot her name.

Thinking of this, the thought of the Son of Heaven again.

At that time, the Son of Heaven was the first to leave the martial arts editorial department and go to the Xianxia Department, and the still remembered the words of the Son of Heaven who coldly abandoned the full-time martial arts writer who had exhausted all his youth:

"When it comes to writers, talent is more important than everything. But in the eyes of editors, the most important thing for a writer is grades, so although you have talent, grades mean everything, and if you don't have grades, you won't eat this bowl of rice!"

Thinking of this, the laughed miserably, because he finally realized why he was betrayed, because, he could not bring benefits to the Son of Heaven.

Yang Fan looked at all this indifferently, he also saw the dismal smile of the editor, if he followed him before, seeing the dismal smile of the opponent, maybe he would have some uneasiness in his heart and the guilt of winning.

However, now, looking at the appearance of the and the dragon writer, he is not shocked in his heart.

He slowly walked over to the leisurely swim with a face full of regret because of the defeat of the game, and asked him condescendingly:

"Have you learned to write?"

Yang Fan's blatant inquiry made the beautiful host on the side shudder.

As a host who is good at provoking contradictions, she obviously heard the smell of gunpowder in Yang Fan's mouth.

People who are often angry are actually not terrible, and the real ones who are terrible are silent honest people.

Because the silent honest man erupts, but it hurts.

She cautiously distanced herself from Yang Fan, because she had taunted Yang Fan fiercely before the game.

"What... Is it writing?" Xiaoyaoyou raised his head and looked at Yang Fan and said blankly.

He didn't hear the smell of gunpowder in Yang Fan's mouth at all.

"Writing is about not giving up no matter what the circumstances, because as long as you have a pen, you can create miracles that are impossible in the eyes of others. Also, don't dwell on the past of failure, because yesterday there will only be more and more, and tomorrow it will be less and less. ”

After Yang Fan finished saying this, he left a little disappointed.

In fact, Yang Fan still relented, and in the end he still pointed out a clear way for the confused getaway.

Looking at the back of Yang Fan leaving, Xiaoyou thought carefully about Yang Fan's words and realized a lot.

He bowed vigorously to Yang Fan's back.

As he bowed, he happened to be captured by the camera.

Perhaps, tomorrow's headlines, his actions will become part of Yang Fan's traffic again.

However, compared to the loss, the getaway still gained a lot.

Yang Fan, who left the arena, saw Lan and Lin Wanting, who had been waiting for him for a long time, he regained his smile and took them to enjoy the three-day vacation after the first game.

On the way, Lan looked at Yang Fan and stopped talking, and it just so happened that her cute appearance holding back questions was seen by Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled dumbly and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Why have you become so fierce today? Lan hesitated for a long time, but still said the problem in her heart, and her question was also agreed by Lin Wanting.

"Fierce?"

"Well, normally, even if you win the game, you wouldn't say such aggressive words. ”

"Aggressive?" Yang Fan pondered these five words.

"Because, if you are not aggressive, then others will always think that you are a bully. Moreover, a person should also have his own temper. If you don't have a temper, some people will get worse. ”

"Someone?" Lan frowned when he heard this, because as a good old man, Yang Fan would not take the initiative to offend others, nor would he easily make enemies with others. What she couldn't figure out was who would take the initiative to make a feud with Yang Fan, who was in the middle of the day.

"Well, certain people. Yang Fan saw the doubts in Lan's heart and said with a sneer:

"Don't underestimate people's greed, whether you have previous grudges with those greedy people, as long as you stand in the way of their wealth, then, you will definitely become the public enemy of those who are greedy. ”

"Now that you have become the public enemy of those who are greedy, if you don't show some fangs, they will definitely bully you inch by inch. ”

After Yang Fan finished saying this, he remembered the confidence sent by another person besides the Son of Heaven today, and he said in his heart:

"Hopefully, my performance today will also let you learn how to write these two words!"