Chapter 124 [Final Chapter (I)] The best of the best in the universe?
"Master author Jian, didn't you say you would send me this month's manuscript today? Why haven't I received it yet?!"
"Ah? Manuscript?" Hearing the angry voice on the other end of the phone, Jian Yubai sat up from the bed.
To be honest, he was still dreaming the second before he received the call, "The manuscript, the manuscript, I remember I seemed to... didn't I send it to you?"
"Did you send it to me in a dream?" The other end of the line continued to be filled with anger, "Don't you know that today is the deadline? Immediately! Right now! Send your manuscript to me!!!"
"I know, I know, I know. It only takes a few minutes to send out a manuscript. It takes a whole day. Why rush..."
As Jian Yubai was speaking, he opened the document saved in his phone and saw that the content was still at 70,000 words.
etc!
He remembered that he had clearly finished typing all the 100,000 words that were due at the end of the month before going to bed!
Where did the remaining 30,000 words go?
Could it be that I coded this in a dream too? ? ? ? !
"Ah...hahahaha...maybe we really need to be more urgent..."
The corners of Jian Yubai's mouth twitched wildly. After saying this, in order to prevent the editor on the other end of the phone from getting furious, he hung up the phone immediately.
Immediately afterwards, the editor's message came.
The best editor in the universe: What does that sentence just now mean?
The best editor in the universe: Can you still give me your manuscript?!
"What are you making so much noise for?" A familiar voice came from the outer room. Qi Huo walked into the room with a cup of brewed coffee. "You're so energetic even after getting up."
"It's over, Qi Huo, my manuscript is missing!" Jian Yubai cried loudly and held the phone towards Qi Huo, "The 30,000-word manuscript is gone!"
"You didn't write anything at all," Qi Huo said, looking at the total word count displayed on the phone that was sent to him, "How many days have you been typing recently?"
As he was speaking, the dialog box popped up again.
The best editor in the universe: So where is the manuscript I asked you to upload? Where is the manuscript? You didn’t finish writing it again! ! !
The best editor in the universe: Where are you? Why don't you reply to my message?!
Today, five years have passed since the zombies were completely wiped out.
During these five years, the danger zone has been completely rebuilt thanks to the "active", "diligent" and "positive" work of the psychics.
Jian Yubai, who was blocked by Qi Huo from looking for a job because he wanted to be with them all the time, finally found a suitable job two years ago - writing books.
Because this can be done at home, Qi Huo is very satisfied with it.
"The best in the universe?" Seeing this note, Qi Huo's face suddenly darkened. He showed Jian Yubai a "kind" smile, "Oh, the best."
It can be seen that no matter how satisfied he was before, he had already begun to become dissatisfied when he saw this note.
"No, I really didn't give him this note!"
Jian Yubai's mouth twitched even more severely than before. He quickly opened the editor's social media homepage and said, "This is his ID!"
"Oh." The "kind" smile on Qi Huo's face faded a little, and he handed the coffee in his hand to Jian Yubai, "What are you going to do with the 30,000-word manuscript? Today is the deadline, right?"
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and Jian Yubai held the coffee cup, doubting her life.
"Cook it cold, or do it at home... It doesn't matter, I'm just about to become a lonely typing machine working late into the night..."
Qi Huo chuckled and ruffled Jian Yubai's hair: "I can stay with you and wait for you to finish writing before going to bed."
"Yeah, Qi Huo is the best!" Jian Yubai immediately smiled brightly, and his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.
And the phone was still buzzing with messages from the editor one after another.
After realizing that Jian Yubai would not reply to the message, the editor called again.
Jian Yubai took the call tremblingly. Before the editor could speak, he said quickly, "Don't worry, I will give it to you before twelve o'clock in the evening!"
The editor on the other end of the phone: "Excuse me, have you ever done something that reassures me, that would allow you to say to me 'don't worry' without hesitation?"
"...this and that.....there should be some too, right?"
"So, how many words do you still need?"
Jian Yubai smiled embarrassedly: "Not more, not less, still need thirty thousand."
"How much? Thirty thousand? You only wrote seventy thousand in a month?" The editor almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "Don't you think a chicken can peck at rice faster than you?!"
“Ahahahaha… I think I should be faster…”
“..........”
If he continued talking like this, he might get angry and have a heart attack, so the editor changed the subject.
"Forget it, let's put the new book aside for now and talk about the old book first. Your book has been published and it ranks first in book sales this year. We plan to hold a book signing event."
"The time is set for eight o'clock next Saturday morning. I will send you the location we are looking at, and you will be there at seven o'clock then."
"What the hell? We're arriving at seven, so doesn't that mean we have to get up at six?"
It is certainly exciting and joyful to meet readers. After all, they are the little angels who accompany him all the way on the road of writing books.
But getting up at six o'clock to prepare would definitely cost Jian Yubai his life.
Jian Yubai answered straightforwardly: "Unless it's after ten o'clock, this book signing event won't be held at all!"
"We have to hold it even if we can't!"
"I tell you, this is definitely not a question of whether I can get out of bed!" Jian Yubai said, although this was indeed the problem.
"You set the time so early, how early should readers rush here?"
"Besides, how could everyone wake up so early? Some people will definitely want to get a good night's sleep on Saturday after finishing their work on Friday!"
"The more book signings we have, the better. If there are only a few people at the event, it will be so cold and awkward!"
"You have been organizing this for quite some time, so you should give it some thought, so that everyone won't waste their time."
".........." As if the person on the other end of the phone felt that what Jian Yubai said made sense, there was silence.
Then, he said, "Let's discuss this matter again. Anyway, you must hand over the unfinished manuscript to me as soon as possible!"
"I know, I know." Jian Yubai said, finally breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone.
Qi Huo leaned against the wardrobe and listened, with an ambiguous smile on his face.
Seeing Jian Yubai hung up the phone, he said, "Book signing event, that's great, I'm sure I'll meet a lot of people."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
