Zong Fang quickly withdrew his hand and raised his index finger in front of his lips, and Feng Xiao immediately realized that it was really a bit shocking to talk about the cultivation realm in a place like the VIP lounge of Hongqiao Airport. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hurriedly stuck out his tongue, lowered his voice and said, "I know, go back and talk slowly." ”

"Yes, there's time. Eighth Brother Lin, who had been smiling and silent, interjected, "It's time to board the plane now." ”

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After a full 20-minute delay, the huge fuselage of AA7219 of Asian American Airlines AA7219, loaded with more than 400 passengers, finally soared into the sky.

Viewed from the stratosphere, the magic capital is shrouded in haze, fading into obscurity, until it disappears completely.

Tollin Lao's blessing, the conference organizer provided three sets of first-class round-trip air tickets. Eighth Brother Lin was peaceful, and as soon as he sat down, he relaxed his body and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Zong Fang secretly sighed in his heart, the mileage he has traveled on business over the years is enough to change a platinum point card, but it is usually limited to business class, otherwise it is difficult to reimburse the account. She sat down beside Lin Lao, guarded the aisle, and habitually began to observe the passengers around her, while secretly remembering the distribution of functional cabins.

This column is by the window, and each row is a two-seater, separated by an aisle. Feng Xiao could only sit behind Lin Lao and form an angle with Zong Fang to protect the target person.

He, like Lin Lao, leaned against the porthole. But his eyes were not idle, he kept staring at the wings on the side of the wings, and he couldn't help sighing, "It is rumored that the ancient powers, all of them can resist the wind, and even shrink the ground into inches, thousands of miles in an instant. In later generations, there were also many records of sword immortal imperial weapons volleying. How is it that today, on the contrary, it has degraded so much? I have seen a few powerful people in the world, some of them teleport by magic, and some of them can fly—there really isn't!"

His words to himself made Lin Lao and Sister Fang in the front row hear it clearly, neither of them answered, and each smiled slightly.

Only the neighbor in the aisle next to him snorted, I don't know if it was intentional or not. As soon as the man boarded the plane, he took out the standard blanket in the cabin and covered his head and fell asleep, which was probably a dream at this time.

Feng Xiao continued to think, "It's okay for me to jump up and catch a sparrow, but I can't catch an eagle." When you can fly, then you can be considered to be repaired...... Hey, by the way, I'll pass by the Little Devil Islands later, what do you think I'll throw down? Neck pillows, teacups, lunch boxes, or toilets in the toilet?"

"I'll throw you down if I mumble again—" His neighbor sat up suddenly, and lifted the blanket. A pair of bull's eyes stared at him, and his nostrils were still spewing heavily.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly shouted in unison, "Wow, it's you!"

The harmony was a bit loud and startled the flight attendants. A dark-skinned stewardess hurriedly ran over, leaned over and whispered to the two, "Hey honeys, keep silence please. ”

Both of them felt rude, and at the same time made an OK gesture, and the black stewardess left with a satisfied smile, a fat body stretched in a tight uniform, and a fight with the Michelin mascot.

The man next to him watched him leave, and then turned his head, "Tsk, why is Lao Mei so short of beautiful women? Is this a flight attendant? Aunt Empty is pretty much the same. ”

Feng Xiao smiled and pressed his left arm, "Don't abuse the holy Great Aunt." Say, how did you find us?"

The man pouted, "Phew." I'll still be stalking me when you're a paparazzi. Why do you say? Who else?"

Zong Fang in the front row turned his head to check the situation, and made eye contact with the man, "Hey, Dr. Tea! ”

The man was instantly awakened to his memory, "Yo, they're really acquaintances." Don't call Dr. Tea so raw, just call me Sanwu. ”

Zong Fang nodded, turned around and continued to sit down, wondering what kind of situation this was...... How could it be so coincidental.

"Didn't you go to Yida, how does the national husband treat you?" Feng Xiao looked at Sanwu with a red face, very curious.

"Strictly speaking, I went to Yida's skimming, Qu was the editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief was Sanwu, and the editor-in-chief was Wu, and the editor-in-chief was ...... "The other party played with his title, trying to find the loudest arrangement.

"Xiao Wan still needs to say to me, holding it for fear of falling, and holding it for fear of melting...... I'm his chief cash cow!"

Poof, Feng Xiao is very happy, this former tea doctor in the teahouse of Maoshan Town, after flying Huang Tengda, he still has a lot of water. He took a closer look at Sanwu, well-yes, the oily big back is called a handsome, the same style as the God of Gamblers.

"I said Editor-in-Chief Wu, you ......"

"Ahem, it's not the editor-in-chief, it's the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief is kneeling under me. As for the other editors, they slipped outside the office door and didn't dare to get up until they got off work. Sanwu's lower lip poked forward proudly, clearly conveying his complacency.

"Okay. So what are you doing sitting here? Go out on annual leave?"

"Where," the editor-in-chief waved his hand, "how much GDP do I make in a second? No, fly straight to Los Angeles and talk to Hollywood about the copyright of the work.

The clumsy work [Lei Zun], the third remake this year, the third time. Warner, Lionsgate, and this time another DreamWorks. Are you on fire?" he said, wrenching his fingers to show the other man.

"Awesome!" Feng Xiao stretched out his thumb sincerely, "You, the editor-in-chief, are really tired, reviewing other people's and writing your own." It belongs to the landlord himself to work in the field. ”

San Wu was in a good mood, and modestly raised his hand and gently pressed the other party's thumb, "Ahem-editor-in-chief, remember." Not the editor-in-chief. ”

"Hey, that's right. He suddenly remembered something, "I remember that day in the teahouse, didn't you say that you also wanted to have a whole book of 'Fengyue' or something? Today's readers like to have a little color. If you vote for me, I will ensure that you are on the list every month, and the recommendation position on the homepage will give you an annual package. My own brother, it's easy to talk about!"

Feng Xiao hurriedly refused, "Don't mind, you don't have to worry about my [Fengyue Myth], it is a public welfare project, the purpose is to popularize the basic knowledge of cultivation, may everyone in the world be like a dragon......"

"Again—there's no outsider here, pretending to be something. The editor-in-chief was very dissatisfied, "Internet literature is a bacon flatbread." If you want to make a vegetarian filling, someone has to be willing to eat it. My motto is, don't pretend to be better, pretend to be more than being struck by lightning.

As soon as we hit it off, I will mention you - don't expect readers to understand the deep meaning of good suffering, just bring out the milk cover and knives and guns, and squirt human blood and dog blood, all together! You can't think about it, not to mention that there is an old brother and I cover you...... This line of work, the water is not shallow, don't go the wrong way, you are lucky to take a detour. ”

When it comes to literature, Feng Xiao is not willing to accommodate, he said with a straight face, "I also know a little bit about what you said." But I'm sure there will always be people who want the book to be good. If literature is completely reduced to a psychotropic drug, what is the difference between a codeman and a drug dealer?"

"Yo he, hehe, one set. Sanwu also came to the spirit, simply sat up straight, and began to communicate with each other. "You're talking about feelings, I know that. Looking at you now is like looking at yourself twenty years ago.

In the text, of course, there can be, but the necessary packaging is still indispensable. Otherwise, as soon as you go out, you will hit the street, no matter how great and useful it is? When you have a thin name in the vulgar world, it will not be too late to shake out a belly full of elegant and educated thousands of fans!"

He paused to catch his breath, looked at Feng Xiao's reaction, and continued, "Regarding the question of the depth of the water, let me give you an example. There is a great god on our website who has just made it to the top three of the rich writers of the Celestial Empire, do you know?"

"I seem to have heard that it's a female writer......" Feng Xiao rolled her eyes and thought for a moment, "Cheng Yueguang, right?"

Smack, Editor-in-Chief Wu slapped his thigh, "How is it, the world knows it, isn't it?" Have you read her book?"

It's okay not to mention it, but Feng Xiao almost lost his breath when he mentioned it. "That's also called a book? It's a diary. It's all about buying a bag today and a watch tomorrow...... I'm weird, how can there be so many fanatical fans who give real money to give tips? Is everyone crazy, or am I a fool?"

"Hahaha......" Sanwu laughed three times and immediately realized that it was too disturbing to the people, and in the squinting gaze of the nearby passengers, he half-covered his mouth with his hand and turned into a giggle, "You don't understand this." The real identity of the Moonlight God is a deputy director of the Real Estate Bureau, don't look at the Jiupin official, the power is not too young.

Those trench fans who often give millions of huge amounts of money are 100% of the leaders of subordinate units and the CEOs of affiliated enterprises. As for the ordinary ones who spend a lot of money, there are even more. Do you think, who in the bureau doesn't want to be promoted?

The young Feng Xiao was completely dizzy, "You, this...... Isn't this a bribe in disguise?"

"Hey, don't say it so ugly. Strictly speaking, this is called the gray washing method - the gray income is laundered, she collects money with peace of mind, and I represent the promotion platform to receive a proportional commission. To each his own, why not?"

No, it's not gray, it's so black that it can't be more black - Feng Xiao has his own inner principle, "I don't believe that all websites are like this." If this is the case, the future is destined to be dark......"

"Well, that's right. I'm just citing a special case, and this one is more interesting. Of course, everyone has eight immortals across the sea, and each has a secret method that does not pass on.

You just need to know that without the support of people like my brother, it will be difficult for anyone to raise their heads. As long as you write well enough, it's okay if you don't market, just wait - in a hundred years, you will finally be recognized by the world, and a certain Nobel Prize in Literature may be awarded to your great-grandchildren......"

With a bang, the plane bumped slightly with Feng Xiao's mood.

This is a Boyin 747, the body is very wide, and ordinary turbulence will not cause much impact.

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A few hours later, Feng Xiao woke up from his sleep, and Editor-in-Chief Wu was still snoring beside him.

He turned to look at the porthole, and the scenery below the window was no longer a blue sea, but a white expanse, and it didn't look like a cloud, what was that?

Zong Fang turned his head from the front row and looked through the gap between the seats, keenly reading his doubts. "It's ice. We are over the North Pole. ”

"Why are you flying north? Isn't it America if you keep going east in a straight line?"

Zong Fang laughed silently, "The earth is not round enough, it is not a standard sphere. Crossing the North Pole is the closest route to North America. The closer you get to the equator, the fuller the curvature, which takes more time. ”

Feng Xiao thanked him with his eyes, and continued to look outside.

He has followed his family elders in the mountains since he was a child, and has a deep understanding of the law of yin and yang beyond his age, but he has not yet had time to have too much intuitive understanding of the planet and the structure of society under his feet.

He was curious and eager to learn. Being handpicked by Lin Lao this time is really a rare opportunity. He couldn't help but imagine what legendary top people he could meet at the annual meeting venue.

This expectation is not limited to the cultivation realm, because he is also a graduate student majoring in life sciences brought out by Lin Lao, and he is full of equal respect for all knowledge systems.

Hmmm-something seemed to be passing through the window of the machine, Feng Xiao instantly retracted his mind and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The pocket screen in front of him shows the stratosphere at an altitude of 11,000 meters, extremely cold and hypoxic.

So, what could it be?