Black market boss

The long corridor is dark and closed to human sight.

"If it was you who wrote the infinite flow, how many steps could you take with me in your arms?" Su Liu stayed in Qi Fengling's arms like a koala and refused to get down.

There were no windows in the stairwell, and the flowing air was extremely hot and stuffy, with an indescribable strange smell.

Qi Fengling continued walking up the stairs, only smiling briskly as he said, "With you, the big boss behind the scenes, I can go wherever I want, right?"

"Why am I the boss?" Su Liu pretended to be angry.

In that novel, the protagonist, who lives on the third floor, takes three months to reach the stairwell. The order of the nineteen floors is completely shuffled, and whether walking down or up, there's no guarantee of finding the next floor. Under this setting, the protagonist can only return to their starting room and get a good night's sleep by completing a dungeon perfectly.

"Since I'm the one writing it, of course I'll give you the strongest identity and trump card." Qi Fengling said as a matter of course.

Su Liu laughed and suddenly felt not so scared anymore.

Su Liu recalled the state of mind he'd felt while reading that book. Qi Fengling's rendering of the terrifying atmosphere was so convincing that Su Liu would only read it on sunny days. Back then, if it was cloudy or rainy on the day he wanted to read, Su Liu wouldn't open it. This adventure story set in a run-down inn was the scariest of Qi Fengling's Infinite Flow books, and the book he followed up after readers criticized his "poorly written romances."

Su Liu remembered that he had called his good friend at that time and asked Qi Fengling indirectly about his mental state. Qi Fengling was only nineteen years old that year, and Su Liu found it hard to imagine what state Qi Fengling was in when he wrote such a story.

His friend smiled meaningfully and said: You care about him so much, why don’t you go and see him?

Su Liu said stubbornly: I'm just curious about his creative environment.

His friend let out a long "Oh", then replied nonchalantly: He's fine. He had dinner with an author I just signed a contract with yesterday. They had a great chat. I don't think there's anything wrong with him.

After receiving such an answer, Su Liu felt inexplicably upset, so he quickly hung up the phone and secretly asked someone to check the author who was connected with Qi Fengling.

The author was a female Omega who wrote short stories with a delicate and tender style. She also occasionally took on private ghostwriting work, but she seemed to place little value on money, anonymously donating most of her earnings to a stray animal rescue center. Her overwhelming compassion for animals deemed useless clearly indicated a warm undertone. Furthermore, she was sweet and charming, with a gentle and good-tempered personality. Together with Qi Fengling, they looked like a perfect couple.

Su Liu felt a strong sense of crisis from this Omega. He unconsciously picked up a mirror and looked at himself. In the mirror, he saw a big devil with transparent horns.

As the saying goes, immortals and demons have been incompatible since ancient times. How could a "cold-toned" demon like Su Liu provoke immortals?

It would be better to do a good deed and let Qi Fengling go.

But... this time it was Qi Fengling who spoke first.

Thinking of this, Su Liu pursed her lips uncomfortably.

"When you were writing this book, did you chat with an author?" Su Liu pretended to be curious. "What did you talk about?"

"?" Qi Fengling blinked slightly in confusion, trying to recall his memory to a long time ago. Then, his eyes gradually fell into deep thought.

"Are you playing dumb with me?" Su Liu tutted, and raised her hand that was originally around Qi Fengling's shoulders and hit him. "It was not long after your book was published."

"Huh? Is that true?" Qi Fengling tried hard to recall.

"No?" Su Liu held Qi Fengling's face with both hands.

Qi Fengling suddenly laughed. He leaned in to look Su Liu in the eye and said, "Su Liu, are you jealous? This is such a long jealous feeling."

"You still remember her? That's rare," Su Liu said sarcastically.

"She was very special, very cute and had a good temper. Many people liked her at that time, but she seemed to be a single and lived a very transparent life," Qi Fengling said with some nostalgia on his face when talking about this old friend.

Su Liu imitated Qi Fengling's speech and said, "It's very special."

"Are you jealous again? She has her own things to do and has no time to focus on love. Even if I have any ideas, she may not agree to them. If not, she would not have been single for so many years. You and she are of the same age. She was even born a month earlier than you, so she, like you, only treats me as a younger brother. Besides, if she has any ideas, it will not necessarily be my turn." Qi Fengling bumped Su Liu's mouth, which seemed to be filled with poison, with his high nose bridge.

"I'm not jealous," Su Liu covered her mouth and said stubbornly.

After saying that, Su Liu looked up and saw Qi Fengling's eyes showing understanding. She then added, "Shouldn't I be jealous?"

"Su Liu, you're so possessive," Qi Fengling said with a helpless smile. "It's because I met you first. I've been trapped by you, a young and unattainable person, until now. I don't have the energy to appreciate others anymore."

"Do you really like me? When I hear you say it, it seems more like an obsession," Su Liu was very perceptive.

"...," Qi Fengling's eyes were panicked for a moment, then he closed his eyes and confessed with a heroic spirit: "When I...first met you, the desires I had accumulated over the years turned into a strong obsession, so...that's why I wanted to possess you so madly. At that time, I wasn't pretending, nor was I simply trying to scare you. I really...wanted..."

Qi Fengling had imagined more than once in his dreams, what if Su Liu, who was so strong and as cold as ice,...

"You finally told the truth, Qi Fengling," Su Liu pointed. "Luckily I have a mouth, otherwise I'd be bullied by you. If you really hadn't cared less and attacked me, I wouldn't be one of those adorable little wives who only knows how to cry and compromise. I'd definitely walk around with a loud speaker and tell everyone about it. I might even hire an advertising truck to broadcast the footage of your crimes to the ends of the earth, and I'd make sure you, a beast, never get married in your lifetime."

Qi Fengling lowered his eyes and looked at Su Liu cautiously. Seeing that Su Liu didn't seem angry, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Forget it, forget it. Judging by the actions, not the heart, no one in the world is perfect." Su Liu really started to make excuses for Qi Fengling. It seemed that she really forgave him.

"After being with you, I realized that love is restraint and letting go. I always thought I was a good person, and that not disturbing your life was letting go. In fact, that was just a cowardly and self-deceiving escape. How can you talk about letting go if you don't have the love you want? Now, I admit that I really didn't know how to write love stories before, and my understanding of love was very superficial, so... the book I wrote at that time was indeed quite forced and disgusting, and there were also some Alphas with shallow understanding of Omegas. They really deserved to be criticized, and it was not unfair," Qi Fengling said, with ripples in his eyes, as if he wanted to use self-deprecating means to gain sympathy.

"What's the point of you saying this now? Everyone knows that you have a fragile heart," Su Liu couldn't stand the green tea attitude that Qi Fengling showed from time to time.

"You are also my reader. I apologize to you. I was wrong. I shouldn't have despised the writing guidance you gave me in my heart. I argued with you so angrily last time. Although your remarks were not pleasant to hear, they also pointed out my problems objectively," Qi Fengling said, lightly pecking Su Liu.

Su Liu knew that it was actually very difficult to get a famous author to calm down and reflect. In Qi Fengling's position, his "number one sponsor" would secretly hire some "brainless boasting" to support him. Coupled with the traffic provided by the platform, over time, it is understandable that Qi Fengling could not distinguish between real readers and black fans and water armies.

Su Liu remembered that Qi Fengling's book had a brilliant main plot, but the only flaw was the CP hype. In the comment section, there were actually some internet trolls praising his well-written emotional line, and even brazenly saying that Qi Fengling's book could compete with those O-frequency novels that were famous for their emotional flow.

Su Liu was stunned. Isn't this a bad thing? Is it a good thing to make money like this?

Sure enough, the comment section, which was originally relatively fair, exploded instantly. Later, disgusting and extreme remarks such as "Go away" appeared, and then those haters came like hyenas, smelling the scent.

For a time, there was blood and gore.

There was a flood of bad reviews.

Su Liu felt that watching it would drive people to autism.

Thinking of the past, Su Liu comforted him, "This is indeed your hard work. The real comments are mixed in with the malicious slander. If you take every word seriously, you will inevitably let yourself down. If you don't care at all, you will be stubborn and lose readers. This is quite difficult."

Qi Fengling pecked Su Liu's lips again, "Su Liu, why is your mouth so sweet?"

"You're acting like a hooligan again. I'm talking to you seriously," Su Liu said with a "tsk" sound, then looked forward with a red face. They finally arrived at Room 906. According to the description in Qi Fengling's adventure novel about a shabby hotel, this room was very special. The copy inside almost killed the protagonist.

Qi Fengling put Su Liu down, adjusted the disguise on Su Liu's face, then walked forward a few steps and knocked on the door.

Su Liu's hands clenched unconsciously.

A crack soon appeared inside.

A face wearing a painted mask was revealed. On the mask, only a pair of eyes as dark as the abyss were revealed, which seemed very similar to the eyes of the protagonist described by Qi Fengling.

"Who are you looking for?" the masked man asked in a low voice. His voice was surprisingly pleasant, and he didn't sound like a key figure secretly involved in the gray industry.

"Buy medicine." Qi Fengling said concisely.

"Oral or topical?" the man asked again.

"For oral administration," Su Liu knew that all the medicines in Dang Xia's place were for oral administration. Before, the prisoner Dang Xia had lied to him and said that he only asked Qi Fengling for one pill, but in the end, all of them were taken away by Dang Xia. How shameless.

As if sensing that Su Liu was the boss, the masked man glanced sideways at Su Liu, who was also covered so tightly that only his eyes were visible, and said calmly, "Let's check the code. What's the boss's last name?"

Qi Fengling hesitated and said, "Building."

That's the protagonist's last name.