Watching Chu Tianhe's car leave, I looked at Pan Yimin and Mu Wanqing, and then said, "Mr. Pan, I didn't expect that I would meet you this way today, I'm sorry." ”

"You're welcome, I just didn't expect you to be Mr. Chu's son-in-law before, since you are Wanqing's friend, then of course you are also friends with me." Pan Yimin smiled.

"Don't you mind my past?" I asked.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Pan Yimin seems to have a very good chat with Chu Tianhe, and just now Chu Tianhe and I obviously had some open and secret fights, especially when I introduced myself, saying that I was still the son-in-law of the Chu family before, which can prove this even more.

The divorce between me and Chu Yin was not announced in front of the major news media, and once it was announced, I believe it would not have much impact on me, but the Chu family was different.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Lin, you think too much, how can I mind." Pan Yimin laughed and continued.

"Mr. Pan, it's not too early, let's go back and rest first." Mu Wanqing said.

"It's okay, Mr. Lin, we have time to talk again, it's really late tonight." Pan Yimin nodded and continued.

"Okay, then I'll wait for good news." I smiled.

Soon, I got into the car, and Fang Yu hurriedly took me and drove away from the hotel.

Leaving the hotel, I exhaled slightly, to be honest, I didn't expect to see Chu Tianhe and Pan Yimin today, but that's okay, everyone just play the cards.

Back in my neighborhood, I didn't rush home, but came to a café near the neighborhood.

With a cup of coffee, I wanted to try to keep my head clear and take a look at what happened today, especially what I said during the dinner with Mu Wanqing, and I wanted to know if I had any flaws.

Thinking about these things, I heard sobs one after another.

Looking up, I saw a man in his early thirties.

The man was wearing a black wallet and a pair of glasses, he was thin, his black hair was slightly disheveled, and he was sitting at the window with a notebook in front of him.

The man tried to control his emotions, lifted the back of his hand, wiped the tears from his cheeks, and tapped on the keyboard.

After ordering a cup of coffee, I curiously walked to the man's side and watched the man typing on the keyboard one by one, and on the screen of the notebook, it was obvious that the story of a novel was being updated.

"Are you writing a novel?" I took a sip of my coffee and spoke.

As I spoke, the man got up, looked at me with some restraint, and then squeezed out a smile.

"Well, didn't bother you, did you? I know that sometimes I can be a little noisy when I type on the keyboard. The man said.

"Are you a novelist?" I glanced the man up and down.

The man is about 1.8 meters tall, and his weight is estimated to be more than 130 pounds, giving people a sense of wisdom, but the man seems to have encountered something, and he is a little sad.

"I'm just an ordinary web novel author." The man said.

"Don't stand, just sit." I sat down across from the man and looked up at my watch, it was eleven o'clock in the evening, and the man made me a little curious.

"Hmm." The man sat down, and he exhaled heavily.

"What type of fiction do you write?" I wondered.

"Emotional realistic subjects." The man responded.

"Oh? What's your pen name and how is your income? I asked with interest.

"My pen name is Huo Burning Wind, if you have income, make do with it." The man responded.

"Fire and wind? Are you the fire that burns the wind? My face changed.

I remember that when Kang Guofu had dinner with me before, he mentioned the name of an author, and the name of this author is called Huo Burning Wind, and what is the DY number, but I didn't expect that the author Kang Guofu said was right in front of me.

"Y-Have you read the novels I wrote?" The man looked at me in surprise.

"I don't, a friend of mine likes to watch your works very much, and it seems that he chases it every day." I said.

"I guess in the future, he won't be able to chase my novels anymore." The man's hand tapping on the keyboard was a little trembling, and his mood was no longer very stable.

"Why do you say that?" I asked hurriedly.

"The competition in this industry is fierce, in fact, it is not because of the fierce competition, but the novels I write are relatively niche, everyone is used to reading fantasy science fiction, novels with special functions and traversal, no one likes to read realistic works, works that go into life, my books, in the near future, will face the risk of stopping, today I actually want to say goodbye to readers." The man said.

"Farewell?" I was taken aback.

"Well, don't let me write more, I used to have three changes a day, but I was a contracted author, and there was a problem with the production and investment of the novel, so I had to change it twice a day, and today the editor-in-chief told me that there are only two ways for me." The man nodded, and continued.

"Those two roads?" I asked.

"Either it's over immediately, or you can only change it once a day!" The man said.

"And what is your choice?" I continued.

"If it ends immediately, it is irresponsible to the readers, I don't want to do this, but if not, then after me, I have to keep a daily update, and once it is still not possible, then I really have to end, I am a full-time author, I don't want to be like this, I love to write, I feel that I can tell the story in my heart to the reader, my heart will be particularly relieved, I want to explode, I want to be five and six more every day, I want to write more every day, I don't want to write so little every day!" The man said at the end, his face twitching slightly, his fists clenched.

"What you mean is that only the more updates you have, the more money you can make, but because of the production and investment problems, your book has been pressed, so even if you want to change more, the above will not let you do so, which means that you can write it, you can only update it every day, otherwise don't write it, finish it early, is that so?" I asked.

"Yes!" The man nodded.

"Can I read the novel you wrote?" I asked.

"Absolutely!" The man pointed the laptop screen at me, and I busied myself with reading the text, word for word.

At this glance, my face changed, and I looked at the man in surprise.

I, I actually saw my name in this novel, and at this time, suddenly the man was shocked, he didn't know whether it was unintentional or intentional, the water cup overturned on the keyboard, and the screen went black.

"Y-You're writing about me?" I looked at the man in shock.

"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about." The man scrubbed the keyboard in a panic, his face extremely anxious.

"In your novel just now, is there a person like Lin Nan? Then I also saw the Chutian River. I looked at the man with blazing eyes.

"Sir, you may be dazzled." The man put away his notebook and ran out of the café.

Looking at the man's somewhat flustered and depressed figure when he left, I suddenly felt dizzy and my body trembled a little.

At this moment, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the incoming call on the screen, I hurriedly picked up the phone.

The caller was Chu Tianhe, apparently Chu Tianhe had just met me at the door of the hotel and wanted to find me to confirm something, maybe he thought I was really with Mu Wanqing.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Lin Nan, if you dare to ruin my good deeds, I will let you survive and die!" Chu Tianhe said coldly.

"You can try it and see who can have the last laugh, are you looking forward to the local auction at the end of the month? I'm telling you, you don't have much of a chance! I said.

"It seems that you want to yin me, what is the relationship between you and Miss Mu?" Chu Tianhe asked.

"Guess what!" I sneered.