Working day.

Lin Wannian woke up with a startle from the alarm clock.

After packing up, I went to work yawning.

It's a new week again. There are more than eighty new emails piled up in my QQ mailbox, and 99+ QQ messages.

With the experience of the previous two days, he processed the email information quickly. When he was almost getting off work, he remembered Sang Qingyan's message. Then he applied for the guaranteed benefits for him and sent the contract.

As long as the manuscripts submitted are not judged to be plagiarized by the system, Lin Wannian will sign a contract.

Signing a contract is easy, but also cruel, as the books are determined by the market.

The writing is good, but the plot is not very exciting, or the plot is written in a slow direction. If the author is a famous writer, perhaps readers will persist in reading it. If the author is new to this platform, it is either luck or he is just filling up Hongjin's library, so he cannot make any waves.

But once it becomes popular, money comes quickly.

A book that becomes a big hit does not have high requirements for writing quality, as long as the plot is acceptable.

This attracts countless authors to come here to write articles under pseudonyms, and also attracts countless newcomers to try their luck.

Maybe?

Maybe I am one of the popular ones.

Writing a book on Hongjin is like investing, with high risk and high income. You spend time writing a book, and you will see the results after a month, with either high income or negative income.

Lin had a deep understanding of this in his later years, because all the authors who complained failed for a variety of reasons, and the final result was either failure.

At noon, Lin Wannian ate with his colleagues in the company cafeteria.

There are quite a lot of people eating in the cafeteria.

Coincidentally, Wang Yu sat opposite Lin Wannian.

"What a coincidence." Wang Yu saw that it was Lin Wannian and remembered the scene where he accidentally passed by yesterday.

"Yeah." Lin Wannian looked up at him and continued to bite the chicken leg in his hand.

Seeing that Lin Wannian didn't want to pay attention to him, Wang Yu felt bored and thought that he was also a well-known editor in the editorial department. He continued to eat.

After returning to the office, the two went to the water room to get some water.

A colleague who was having dinner with Lin Wannian asked, "Do you know that Wang Yu?"

Lin Wannian replied: "I don't know him, but he looks familiar. I bumped into him when I was taking a walk yesterday."

"Oh. But Wang Yu is also very lucky. He has many top authors."

As my colleague spoke, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes. In addition to a fixed salary, editors also receive a performance-based salary, and this performance is related to the authors they have.

Lin Wannian drank some warm water to moisten his throat. Hearing this, he glanced at him and said, "If you cast a wide net, you will always catch a river clam with pearls."

"Okay, okay, we're casting our nets every day." The colleague said with a smile, but there was some sarcasm in his eyes.

Lin Wannian filled his cup with water and walked back to his seat.

Although he appears to be as calm as a dog on the surface, he feels very uncomfortable inside.

He is the type who casts a wide net, but he only catches a dozen or so clams that can produce pearls, and that's only temporary. The first one is a hit, the second one is a flop, or maybe just mediocre. He cannot stay at the top of the list forever.

In addition to the female lead, Wang Yu also has several well-established top authors.

It’s really frustrating!

Thinking of this, Lin Wannian took a sip of water and then took a nap.

Continue to be busy in the afternoon.

I returned to the gate of the community at night.

"Meow~"

The sound of a cat's meow spread.

Lin Wannian looked over there and saw a girl in black clothes and long hair squatting in the flower bed.

The cat's cry came from there.

Maybe the cat smelled his scent.

It ran towards here at a speed as fast as a rocket from the long-haired girl, and its head hit Lin Wannian's trouser leg directly.

"Meow~" Master.

This cat is Cat Six.

Lin Wannian squatted down and rubbed its head.

"This is your cat." came the voice.

Lin Wannian looked up and found that the other person was still wearing a white mask, but after several encounters before, Lin Wannian recognized who the other person was from her eyes.

"It's mine."

Su Ling still had a little bread in her hand. Seeing the cat rubbing against Lin Wannian's legs, the whole scene softened her heart: "Well, I'll go first."

Lin Wannian thought of a way to get close to her: "Do you like this cat? You can also play with it for a while."

When he said that, Su Ling's eyes lit up.

Seeing this, Lin Wannian pressed down the cat's head and said to Mao Liu, "Go ahead and play with the little sister."

"Meow meow~" Okay, I'll finish eating what she has in her hand before going back.

The black cat didn't care about anything at all and ran back to Su Ling, stretching out its cat paws and staring at the thing in Su Ling's hand with its emerald green eyes.

The cold wind blew, and the autumn sunshine fell on them.

The man is handsome, and although the woman's face is not clearly visible, her long hair is very beautiful, giving her a natural look. There is also a cat next to them.

What a beautiful scene.

Sang Qingyan stood by the window, staring down intently.

I don’t know what he was thinking about, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

There was a spine-chilling smile on that delicate face.

As expected, with the cat's proximity, Lin Wannian talked more with Su Ling, but it was just a pleasant exchange and he didn't even talk about his own affairs.

After feeding the children, Cat Six ran to catch mice.

Lin Wannian and Su Ling walked upstairs. When they reached their floor, he said goodbye to Su Ling, turned around and looked towards where he lived, and saw Sang Qingyan.

The light in the corridor was slightly dim, and Sang Qingyan seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

Lin Wannian was almost startled: "Sang Qingyan, why are you here?"

Sang Qingyan, who had been pursing her lips, walked out of the darkness.

'Click'

The automatic lights in the corridor came on.

Sang Qingyan explained: "I'm out of ideas, I want to stay at your house for a while."

It was at this time that Lin Wannian noticed that he was holding a keyboard and a tablet in his hands.

"Oh, then come in." When Lin Wannian walked over, he turned his head to look at the stairs, but Su Ling had already disappeared.

Sang Qingyan paid attention to Lin Wannian's behavior. He lowered his eyes, and the loose hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

"Kadong—"

Lin Wannian turned the door and it opened.

Sang Qingyan asked in a gloomy tone: "Is that the woman you want to pursue?"

The voice came from behind, and Lin Wanlao felt a chill on his back. He looked at the boy with an unsure expression and said, "No, it's a neighbor I just met not long ago."

"oh."

The cold air around has dissipated a lot.

Come in.

Lin Wannian put down his backpack, picked up the cup and poured him water.

Sang Qingyan placed his things on the table, picked up the stand, placed the tablet in place, and plugged in the converter.

After taking the cup of water handed to him by Lin Wannian and taking a sip, he sat on the sofa and looked at the tablet with a serious look.

It seems that I really need to write here in Lin’s old age.