"Hello, you are Mr. Jiang Ye, my name is Meng Yuanyuan, please come in. ”

Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, under the loose home clothes, there was a faint convex and backward figure, the fair skin was tender and watery, and there was a pair of plate eyes on a baby face, which was not amazing at first glance, but it was a little bit of the kindness of the young lady next door when I looked at it again.

"Oops, I'm sorry, no one usually comes to the studio, I'm dressed casually, forgive me. Meng Yuanyuan didn't react when she saw Jiang Ye, just looked at herself, and subconsciously thought that there was something wrong with her clothes, so she quickly apologized.

Jiang Ye swallowed his saliva without a trace, scratched his hair, and laughed, "No, I thought of something just now, so let's go in." ”

Meng Yuanyuan was a little nervous at first, but after chatting a few words, she became acquainted.

Only then did Jiang Ye know that Kuyu Studio was actually a writer's studio, and its main business was to sell the world of novels.

Writing in this world is not only a profession, but also a status symbol, and when you reach a certain level, you basically enter the ranks of superiority.

In order to show the writer's ability more vividly, Meng Yuanyuan changed a crystal clear lotus flower in her hand out of thin air, the lotus slowly rotated in her palm, and it continued to bloom, the six-layer lotus flower began to bloom from the top layer, but the bottom layer was melting, brilliant and exquisite.

"This is the basic ability of the writer, the ability to be concrete, to drive the pen with mental power, and to condense the material into a specific object. ”

Meng Yuanyuan explained while demonstrating that under the brilliance of the crystal lotus, it instantly became a little more beautiful and more charming.

Jiang Ye spared no effort to praise it, and his heart was alive, this ability was cool enough, but he didn't know where to learn it.

At this moment, a closed room in the studio opened, and a handsome man with thin lips walked out, his face slightly pale, and his spirit seemed to be a little weak.

When Meng Yuanyuan saw him come out, she hurriedly got up and bowed, and then introduced to Jiang Ye, "This is the bronze writer Feng Xiaotian, he can concretize more things, Xiaotian, why don't you show it." ”

Feng Xiaotian glanced at Jiang Ye, who was looking forward to it, then glared at Meng Yuanyuan, and asked angrily: "Do you have nothing to do?" A trainee writer is still showing off his ability here, and the studio can't improve its performance because of people like you. It also shows how my bronze writer's ability is to show it to the white eye. ”

After speaking, he walked straight to the door, "Kuyu, today's single-chapter novel has been compiled, if it can't be sold, you can't blame me, I used an E-level material to enhance the effect." ”

"What, you used up the E-class material, and that's the last one in the studio. Kuyu jumped up from the chair and covered her face, feeling very distressed.

Feng Xiaotian sneered, "Just your studio, if you don't fight hard, you will be reduced to a material farm, and you still feel sorry for these, so you will prepare an E-level material for me every day from tomorrow." I'm tired and I'm going back to rest. ”

Jiang Ye looked a little inexplicable, Kuyu is the boss? Why is this Feng Xiaotian more like the boss.

Kuyu shouted at the house with a bitter face: "Is Fang Yue dead, if he is not dead, copy out the master disk, first make 100 copies of the daughter card of the novel world, Yuanyuan will write POP, and mark the E-level materials in a special font with enlarged and bold fonts." Good action, move quickly, and in another hour it will be the peak of the crowd period. Jiang Ye, you can go around by yourself first. ”

Fang Yue, a person with no sense of existence, with a wooden appearance and thick glasses, the whole person was like a ghost, and he responded weakly and floated into the previous room.

Jiang Ye was a little curious and followed in.

The room is soundproofed very well, the middle chaise longue also looks quite high-end, and then there is a refrigerator-sized machine with various colored lights, which is covered with various buttons.

"It's a professional compiler, and with this brain sensor, the writer can compile the world of the novel into the master disk. Fang Yue explained softly and yawned.

"Then this machine will be used to burn the novels in the master disk into this kind of single-chapter novel card, and the customer can enter the world of the novel through the reader, and that's it. Fang Yue slowly explained everything again, and then yawned again, "You don't seem to know anything about this, if you either have amnesia or have traveled back." ”

Jiang Ye broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the second half of his sentence, this thing looked like he was going to die, could it be that he didn't know the ability of the prophet.

Fang Yue pushed his eyes, operated the machine precisely, and continued, "Your heartbeat has now increased from 60 to 120, and your blood pressure has also risen significantly, which means that my speculation is at the point, if you are amnesia, it's okay, if you are traveling through." ”

Saying this, Fang Yue turned his head suddenly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he instantly returned to his original laziness, "I'm not interested in any of this, and you seem to be a little interested in Yuanyuan, this is no problem, you should have something to do with Lan Ruo, then you have to be careful of Feng Xiaotian." ”

"This, Brother Fang, how did you see that?" Jiang Ye didn't feel his hostility, but what he said was really a bit terrifying, and he even had a hint of an instant urge to subdue him in his heart.

Fang Yue's shoulders shrugged, still operating the machine, and he didn't even look back, "I'm a trainee writer, specializing in character building, and I've studied dozens of disciplines such as character psychology, micro-expressions, and behavioral cues, in addition, I'm good at the figuration of spiritual materials, and I'm telling you this because you just exuded a threatening aura." I'm weak in actual combat and won't pose a threat to you. ”

Jiang Ye opened his mouth, he didn't answer, he was like naked in front of this kind of person, if he didn't say it, I'm afraid he wouldn't think of guarding against this kind of person who wants to die.

"I'm telling you the truth because I feel that your mental power is extraordinarily strong, if nothing else, you should be able to become a high-level writer, and now honesty can bring you closer, and there is a certain probability that it can change my own destiny. ”

Fang Yue didn't continue the topic after saying this, and after the sub-card was ready, he assisted Kuyu to set up the stall at the door of the studio.

Near noon, the people on the street gradually began to increase, most of them went to the restaurants, the E-grade materials on the POP did play a little attraction, the sub-cards of a single chapter novel were sold for 100 yuan each, and during the two-hour peak period, a total of only 58 cards were sold.

With a revenue of 5,800 yuan in two hours, Jiang Ye sighed that the money came quickly, but soon found that everyone's mood was not so optimistic, as if they had lost a battle.

The atmosphere in the studio was as cold as the street, and Kuyu shook her head, looking much older when she sat back in the chaise longue.

A crisp shout broke the dullness, and Lan Ruo, who had changed into a playful women's dress, rode a donkey and galloped over.

"Uncle Yu, Jiang Ye, I'm here. ”

The donkey stopped at the door of the studio with a sudden brake, Lan Ruo looked at the atmosphere and didn't seem right, Chong Jiangye grimaced, snatched the teacup in Kuyu's hand and drank most of it, then he took a breath, "What's the matter, you two won't quarrel." ”

Kuyu's expression immediately took a big turn, and he grinned a few times, "No, grandma, how dare I, go to dinner, what do you want to eat today?"

"Well, today is the first day that Jiang Ye is awake, and it is also the first day that he officially joined our big family, it is worth celebrating, I want to eat the best on this street. Lan Ruo put her feet on Jiang Ye's shoulders and smiled coquettishly at Kuyu, "Uncle Yuzu, I haven't been there for a long time, so I'll go once." ”

"Good, good, good. Kuyu said three good words in a row, turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ye, and sighed at the two people who came to the door of the store at some point, "Let's go together, it's rare for Xiaolan to be so happy." ”

Xiaoqiao private cuisine, the best restaurant on Longhu Street, the humble three-story small restaurant is full of all kinds of luxury cars parked at the door.

Jiang Ye was held by Lan Ruo's arm all the way, and he was still a little apprehensive in his heart, looking back at the previous world, for twenty-two years, the only girlfriend who had ever held a little hand was snatched away by someone in elementary school.