Another half an hour passed, and Zhang Fan returned to the Maoshan incense candle shop. As soon as he walked into the store, he saw Liu Ying and Su Mei'e's son, squatting in the corner again, not knowing what they were doing.

When he stepped forward to take a look, he was instantly startled, only to see that the two of them had come from nowhere, and they had two toads in the house.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan almost recited it in one breath. Good guys, how can these two kids play with all this mess all day long.

A few days ago, I was playing with mice, and today I got two toads to play, if this trend develops, I'm afraid that if it doesn't come in the spring of next year, even snakes can be brought in to play?

This is not good, absolutely not, if it scares the customers, his newly opened store will be finished.

stepped forward and scolded them, Zhang Fan threw the two toads onto the road, and then went up to the second floor.

It's just that after Zhang Fan just went upstairs, Liu Ying and Su Mei'e's son glanced at each other, and they didn't know where to get the two little mice, and they started to play happily.

Zhang Fan sat on the chair, turned on the computer, and landed and galloped. It's been a long time since I've paid much attention to the book "The End of Terror".

There's nothing to do tonight, so I can just write a few more chapters. Sitting in front of the computer, Zhang Fan began to conceive the plot development of the book, and it was not until some emotions were brewed that he tapped the keyboard and began to code words.

The code word was coded for nearly three hours, and it was almost 23 o'clock in the evening when Zhang Fan stopped.

He spent more than three hours and coded more than 10,000 words in total. may be the talent of the family, when writing, it is basically a set of smooth flow, in one go, and there is no lag at all.

Looking at the 10,000 words written, Zhang Fan smiled with satisfaction, checked it a few more times, and then released it in the author's background.

After the successful release, Zhang Fan clicked on the main page of [Terror End] again, but when he saw the changes inside, his breathing suddenly became short.

I saw that at this moment, the number of his clicks exceeded 100,000 at some point, and even the number of book friends on the fan list reached nearly 500.

Zhang Fan doesn't know much about the ranking of these fan lists, he hasn't been writing books for a long time, and many rules are not very clear.

Skipping the fan list, he looked at the comment area below, and found that the number of comments had reached more than 3,000.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan was even more excited. It seems that the book he wrote was finally recognized by readers.

It was great news, and he had never dreamed that he would be able to do that one day. Zhang Fan didn't finish reading these comments, but came to the author's backstage again, intending to see how the collection was.

It didn't matter, and he almost jumped out of his chair with joy. Because the collection of [Terror End] has reached 4,521.

This kind of collection is unimaginable, outrageous. Zhang Fan was very happy and excited, he hurriedly landed on the Penguin, wanting to tell the news to the other authors of the signing group.

But the moment he landed on the Penguin, he saw two messages pop up automatically. One message was sent by his editor, Red Bean, and the other was a friend notification from a stranger named Wan Hongzhuang.

Zhang Fan glanced at this Wan Hongzhuang's friend notice, recalled it slightly, and remembered who he was.

This Wan Hongzhuang heard from the authors of the signing group that he was a big guy, and he was nicknamed Da Zhuang! Nine books in ten years, which can be called awesome.

I don't know why this big man came to add his friends. Zhang Fan thought about it and agreed.

I wanted to say hello to him, but I found that Da Zhuang was not online, so Zhang Fan had no choice but to give up his plan and just sent a message to the other party.

Exiting from Da Zhuang's friend box, Zhang Fan chose to edit the chat box of Hongzhidou again. Red Beans didn't send him many messages, only a few sentences.

But these three sentences, next, made Zhang Fan's pupils shrink a few times. [Your book results are very good, the quality is high, the audit team discussed with the three bosses above, and plans to arrange a wave of eight cats for you to test the results after the year, if the test results are good, you should be able to make a small profit! ]

[Don't break the update, keep it stable and updated, it's best to update 10,000 words a day, if the test score is very good, I will consider arranging Baidu channels for you, so that your writing to more readers! ]

] [In the next few days, you polish the article, don't appear pornography, politics and crime, this is a taboo in the online literature environment at this stage, seize the opportunity, the above bosses value your article very much! ]

Although the three sentences are not many, the amount of information contained in them is extremely heavy. After reading it, Zhang Fan couldn't hold back the joy in his heart anymore.

This is indirectly telling him that you are going to fly, you have to polish your writing, and maybe there is a chance to make money.

【Okay!】 I know, thank you for the cultivation of the editor brother! Zhang Fan sent a word of thanks to the editor of Red Bean, and he was about to quit.

But as soon as he sent this sentence, Red Bean's side immediately replied to the message. It seems that he is waiting for Zhang Fan's reply.

[Polishing the text well, don't break the update, your book is very promising! ] Red Bean said with a smiling expression.

Seeing that Hongzhidou replied so quickly, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be stunned, you must know that generally these editors like stations basically leave work on time at 17 o'clock in the afternoon, plus Saturdays and Sundays, like this kind of non-working time, they rarely log in to the Penguin for work.

【Roger!】 Zhang Fan replied politely. These two words were sent, and there was no movement on the side of Hongzhidou, as if he was going offline to sleep.

Zhang Fan looked at the red-bean-edited's dimmed avatar and exhaled slightly. If nothing else, his book should shine in the future, but to what extent, he doesn't know.

Of course, he doesn't want to be very good, as long as he can be recognized by more and more readers. Zhang Fan took a sip of the tea on the table, and planned to go to the signing group to brag with those authors, but in the next second, his mobile phone was out of place, and suddenly it rang, reverberating in the quiet room on the second floor, for a long time, and it was extremely harsh.

Zhang Fan was stunned when he heard this, and looked at it fixedly, but found that it was a call from Du Jianhai.

"Huh? What does it mean to call me so late? Zhang Fan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Du Jianhai calling him during this time period.

After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Fan took another sip of tea before answering the phone, but before he could speak, Du Jianhai's anxious voice was the first to ring on the other end of the phone: "Master Zhang, come and save me!" I...... We met a ghost ......" on the other end of the phone, Du Jianhai's voice was full of anxious fear, and his words were extremely breathless, and next to him, there was a faint cry of an inexplicable woman.