According to the Civil Aviation Law, anyone who fights on an airplane will be caught and locked up in a dark room... Chu Li was afraid that Jiang Yucheng would lose control and punch Zhuchuan in the face, so she chose to "whimper and slowly wake up" like a comic book heroine, pulled Zhuchuan's sleeve and asked, "What time is it?"

Zhuo Chuan withdrew his attention from Jiang Yucheng and looked at the time below the computer: "You slept for two hours."

Chu Li said "Oh", took over Zhuochuan's computer, and took a look at the content of the new chapter he had coded in the past two hours - why did the teacher have a very insightful summary? She said that whenever the author can't write, but has to hold it back because he has to update, the whole article will be full of a sense of having to update to make a living, and the newly published chapters will also be full of a sense of making a living.

For example, the current Chucheon.

Chu Li read several thousand words, but did not dare to tell him directly that his writing was full of the feeling of supporting the family. He just pointed out to him tactfully and quietly where he could add plot points to make these thousands of words less dry and at least have some meaning...Zhu Chuan also listened very seriously with his back hunched. If he met someone who disagreed, he would argue with Chu Li. It was about half an hour after the two of them finished arguing. When Chu Li straightened up and opened the mineral water to drink, he felt Jiang Yucheng looking at him.

She held a mouthful of water in her mouth, unable to swallow it or spit it out.

"Nothing," Jiang Yucheng seemed to sense her discomfort, "I just suddenly thought of the time when I wrote The Lost Amusement Park. You forced me to add a lot of plots. Later, when I read the text myself, I thought: Hey, this plot is quite interesting, how did it appear?"

Chu Li glanced at Zhe Chuan who was typing away with his head down, and handed him the water. He twisted his head to the side, and Chu Li said, "Drink some water or you'll burst the beans." Only then did he reluctantly take the bottle of mineral water...

Watching him gulp down half a bottle, Chu Li said, "Does Gu Baizhi not care about yours?"

Jiang Yucheng shook his head and was about to answer when Gu Baizhi took off his headphones and said, "Why should I care about that? Doesn't he have any sense of shame about whether he wrote well or not? If he has any sense of shame, he won't post anything that is not well written."

Chu Li turned around and said: "What if he is just shameless?"

Gu Baizhi: "When publishing, they will delete the whole thing or rewrite it... There are so many authors, and it's unbearable to ask people to monitor the content every day. Do you think I am a nursery teacher?"

Chu Li: "..."

Gu Baizhi: “This is called cultivating writing self-awareness.”

Chu Li thought it was true, thinking, is there such a thing? She immediately turned to look at Zhu Chuan, who continued typing without even raising his head: "It's really dangerous for you two to stay together. Don't buy a one-day ticket for the return flight you promised me - more than ten hours of brainwashing, brainwashing my lovely little girl into Gu Baizhi No. 2. What sin have I committed?"

Chu Li pulled the string on his sweater jacket: "Isn't it good to cultivate your writing self-awareness?"

"When I was working alone, I had maxed out this skill," Zhuo Chuan said slowly, "but then you showed up and took care of everything, even typos - you managed me to the point of being useless. So, now you want to quit?"

Chu Li: "..."

"There is no door." said Zhuochuan.

Chu Li touched his head and said, "Okay, okay, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life."

Zhuochuan lowered his head and continued typing.

Gu Baizhi was watching with his earphones on, staring blankly. After a long while, he came to his senses and said, "If 700,000 copies can be printed in this way, I suddenly have the urge to change my career."

Jiang Yucheng: "He has a heart of stone."

Gu Baizhi: "I just don't have any love for you writers who are good at taking advantage of others. If I have the time, I can think about the marketing plan and sell you two more copies. Isn't it better?"

Chu Li: "So is Huangquan Inn selling well?"

Gu Baizhi: "It's good. There are always hundreds of thousands."

When Chu Li heard the price of hundreds of thousands, he was twisted with jealousy: "Snatching food from the tiger's mouth."

Gu Baizhi: "Who made you have a mentally retarded teammate like Lao Liang? At the book fair that day, I stood in the booth next to yours and watched the fans of the cosplayers keep coming forward and squeeze out the readers who wanted to buy the "Luohe Divine Book". I felt that "Huangquan Inn" should definitely be the work of Xindun Society...if Teacher Zhechuan still had a little bit of literary pride."

Chu Li reached out and touched Zhu Chuan's hair, with a loving look on his face: "I don't know if he has other qualities, but he has a lot of 'literary pride'."

Zhuchuan raised his hand and slapped Chuli's claws away.

Gu Baizhi: "I know, so I really have to give in."

Chu Li: "..."

In the narrow economy class of an airplane, the dim environment and the sound of people snoring around you make communication much easier.

Sometimes Chu Li felt that this encounter might be the so-called "arrangement of fate"... because she knew very well that in any other environment, she would never be able to discuss the concept of making books with Gu Baizhi so peacefully, and discuss her books that were snatched away by Xindun Publishing House in those years...

After communicating with her, she found that Gu Baizhi actually shared many of the same views as her. For example, she was also able to keenly capture the invisible connection and bond between the readers and authors at the time, and she took this matter seriously.

Give absolute respect to buyers and producers, and use this as a basis to sell books and make money, and ultimately you can create a happy ending for everyone.

——If there was one person among the senior management of Yuanyue Society who understood this truth and did not always think that his IQ was superior to others and fooled the readers as if they were fools, then the days of Chuli would not be so hard. It was as if every minute and every second after stepping into the gate of Yuanyue Society was a battle with idiots.

Unfortunately, such admirable qualities are found in her enemies.

Chu Li felt that there was probably nothing in the world more heart-wrenching and uncomfortable than this.

…

A few hours later.

Taking into account the time difference, the plane landed safely at Istanbul Airport at around 2 a.m. local time. Everyone who got off the plane was dazed, exhausted from the long flight.

Gu Baizhi put on her mask again, stood far away while waiting for her luggage, and contacted the local staff of Xindun Society who were responsible for receiving her... Chu Li was envious when she heard that Xindun Society had staff responsible for receiving her in Turkey. According to Zhao Chuan, her face was full of expressions at that time, "I want to resign and go to Xindun Society."

At that time, Türkiye's tourism industry was not as developed as imagined, and no one knew that this place would become popular a few years later due to a variety show on a local satellite TV station and attract tens of millions of Chinese people to visit it.

When Chu Li and his friends came, well, to put it simply, they were looking for a UnionPay ATM that could withdraw local currency and they almost ran themselves ragged. Finally, they found an ATM with a four-leaf clover logo in a corner of the airport. It was the only bank with a UnionPay logo in the whole of Turkey. Chu Li held on to the ATM and was reluctant to let go. He predicted that such a far-sighted bank would sooner or later become the leader of Turkey's banking industry.

After withdrawing the money, I went to the car rental place to queue up and rent a car to go to the hotel.

When Chu Li was holding her iPad and struggling to check the hotel address with the car rental staff, Zhu Chuan showed his professionalism as a TV idol drama actor. He snatched the iPad from Chu Li's hand from behind, scanned it, and then used amazingly fluent English to complete the process of booking a car in a few seconds.

Chu Li was stunned.

Zhuo Chuan booked a car, paid the fare, put away his wallet, glanced at Chu Li and asked, "Did you really go to college?"

Chu Li: "I studied Chinese literature and Chinese language."

Zhuo Chuan: "Don't lie to me. I only know that college English Level 4 does not give a diploma. You are not going to be my editor with a diploma, right?"

Chu Li: "...Speak properly."

Zhuo Chuan curled his lips and smiled wickedly: "Don't provoke me. It seems that you will have to be a dodder that depends on me to grow strong for the next ten days... If I provoke you, I will throw you on the street and make you scream for help from heaven and earth."

Chu Li: "..."

The meeting with Mr. Herman was scheduled for the next day, which meant that Chuli and his friends could have a good sleep when they returned to the hotel, and then walk around after waking up...

The hotel Chu Li booked was right next to Istanbul's famous classic Blue Cathedral, and the rest of the city's classics such as Hagia Sophia and the Basilica Cistern were also within walking distance of the Blue Cathedral. Chu Li returned to the hotel, put down her things, planned a play route, and showed it to Zhuochuan.

At this time, Zhuochuan was already so sleepy that he was unconscious.

He logged onto Weibo and updated the new chapter that he had coded on the plane. He glanced at where Chu Li was going tomorrow, and immediately put on a typical otaku's disgusted face. He waved his hand, signaling her to go to bed quickly.

Chu Li washed up and climbed onto the bed, rubbing into the man's arms. At this moment, with the sweet and soft beauty in his arms, Azai Zhaochuan was so tired that he didn't have any evil thoughts. He turned over and hugged the soft ball in his arms, half-closed his eyes and looked down, and saw that the person in his arms was still reading a travel guide as if he had taken stimulants.

Zhuchuan hissed and raised his big hand to cover her phone screen: "...Are you going to sleep or not?"

Chu Li: "I have to arrange things for tomorrow. We only have two days in Istanbul, and we have to do some serious business the next day. We are orphans and widows, unlike the Xindun Society, which has its own tour guide..."

Zhuo Chuan disagreed: "Xindun Society is not an international publishing house. The contact person only came a few days in advance to help arrange accommodation and arrange a meeting with Herman... Too many people will cause trouble. Would you like to send you a tour guide like Liang Chonglang?"

Chu Li: "..."

I have to say, Zhuchuan is really good at comforting people.

Chu Li put down her phone, turned around and snuggled into the man's arms. She felt his big hands crawling up her head, inserting them into her hair, and rubbing them... Chu Li felt a little itchy because of him, and she felt sleepy. She squinted her eyes like a cat.

"Go check tomorrow to see if Mr. Herman has any taboos, and don't offend him when we're talking about things."

"What are you investigating? I've been a fan of his books for so many years, what else do I not know?"

"Then tell me about it..."

"tomorrow."

"Now."

"...Did you know that the underground water palace we're going to visit tomorrow still has fish?"

"ah?"

"Don't go to any church tomorrow. Go directly to the Basilica Cistern. I want to throw you down there to feed the fish."

“…”