Facing such a dramatic reversal, Chu Li was already in a state of panic.

My mind is full of questions like, why is the author like this? Why are all authors like this?!

Can there still be a truly good and normal person? !

Big Xiao Bailian, did you do it unintentionally or did you do it on purpose? My glass heart is broken!

If you need to advertise, tell me and I will try to help you avoid getting stabbed in the back, okay?

……never mind.

The opera teacher was right. It was my fault that I used it without asking clearly.

The cell phone was vibrating non-stop, and Lao Miao couldn't stop firing like a machine gun that had just been replaced with a new magazine... However, no matter how blind he was at this moment, he had to face it head-on.

Chu Li bit her lower lip and picked up her phone——

[The trolls hired by Monkey: I will go and ask what happened. I didn’t ask clearly about the fact that Professor Jiang Yucheng used our magazine for free advertising, but the magazine also sold tens of thousands more copies because of this advertisement, didn’t it? ]

[The Monkey’s hired navy: From the side, this is a win-win situation…]

【Meow Meow: Are you still being stubborn?】

【Meow Meow: Magazines are originally sold at a loss. The cost is 6.5 yuan and the price is 12 yuan. The price given to distributors is only 6.6 yuan per copy. The cost of 6.5 yuan is only the printing factory's money. What about the labor and transportation costs for the editors and the author's royalties? Magazines are platforms built by magazine publishers at their own expense. Let alone selling only 40,000 more copies, even if they sell 80,000 more copies, they only make 8,000 yuan more. What is left after paying you a salary and paying social security and provident fund? What really makes money? It is the single volumes that will be born on the basis of the magazine in the future, and the authors.】

【Meow Meow: Win-win? What kind of win?】

[Meow Meow: When you advertise with other companies, you have to exchange advertising pages. Do you know how much the advertising fee for a magazine like Moonlight is? Forty thousand!]

[The navy hired by the monkey: …]

【Meow Meow: It’s hard to believe, right? Surprised or not? Unexpected or not?】

【Meow meow: You don’t understand anything. 】

[Yu Yao: She doesn’t know anything, why don’t you teach her! ]

【Yu Yao: Teachers don’t teach this in school.】

[Yu Yao: Isn’t it normal that she is a newbie and doesn’t know anything? What’s the point of blaming others after what happened? - On Monday, you have the guts to tell the company that it’s all Chu Li’s fault?]

[Yu Yao: So you, the deputy editor-in-chief who was in charge of her, have no responsibility? When she asked Jiang Yucheng for the manuscript, didn’t you and I, who were in charge of the final review, pay attention and ask what happened? You used the manuscript in a hurry after receiving it. Chu Li was just a handover person.]

【Ah Xiang: That’s right. Jiang Yucheng couldn’t possibly have given the manuscript to her for Chu Li’s sake. What was her basis for that?】

【Ah Xiang: Chuli is indeed a handover, and you shouldn’t take the blame.】

[Yu Yao: That’s right, all right, stop talking about it.]

[Yu Yao: It would be strange if there were no accidents in this line of work, right?]

Chu Li: "..."

It is nine o'clock in the evening.

Chu Li lay by the window, the evening breeze with the scent of night-blooming flowers blowing in her face. She looked down at the quiet courtyard below the window and seriously considered the feasibility of jumping down to end it all...

Ten o'clock at night.

Chu Li sat by the window with a piano simulation software opened on her iPad. She stared at the moon outside the window with empty eyes, her hands tinkling on the piano keys - do, it's a little doe... At this moment, the cell phone rang, and Mr. L requested a voice call. Chu Li glanced at it, lowered her eyes, and then, as if in a trance, pressed the answer button.

【Hello?】

The person on the other end said hello, with that funny voice changer effect. Chu Li stopped the jingling of her hands and raised her eyebrows, about to hang up the voice call. Just as her hand was hovering over the hang-up button, Mr. L said slowly -

[I left my phone with me this afternoon, so I didn’t see your message. I saw Jiang Yucheng’s Weibo, where are you now?]

When the other person was talking, there seemed to be the sound of water in the background - this guy was talking to me while soaking in the bathtub? He really had a lot of things to do every day... Chu Li was not sure if she heard it wrong, because when she tilted her ear, the sound disappeared again...

Chu Li took her finger off the hang-up button.

——Come, it is the golden sunshine~

"I was sitting on the windowsill at home, playing the piano, considering the feasibility of jumping off a building, and getting yelled at by the editor-in-chief." Chu Li said faintly, "You missed a good show. Jiang Yucheng screwed me over. Now our deputy editor-in-chief is laughing at me like crazy and using a six-digit print run to promote Jiang Yucheng's new book."

The piano music continued, and Mr. L fell silent for a while. Chu Li heard the sound of someone moving around. After a while, he heard the funny voice changer again: [Are you feeling very depressed now?]

"Not only am I depressed." Chu Li said, "Zhechuan came to the editorial office this morning and personally gave me a vaccination: there is no free lunch in the world. The little Bai Lian in my mind may not be a hero who draws his sword to help others when he sees injustice..."

Chu Li paused and said, "It turns out that he is just as stupid as you."

Chu Li changed his tone to a particularly ridiculous one: "It's actually the turn of that actor Zhuchuan to lecture me on the truth. Can you believe it?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds.

[Others eat more salt than you eat rice, why can't you reason with them? ]

Chu Li pressed a bunch of piano keys at once, making a clanging noise: "Hey, where are you standing? Are you here to comfort me?"

[………………Look at you, you are getting impatient again, and you even have background sound effects to scare someone? Don’t be impatient, let’s see if there is any solution. ]

Chu Li sneered and said, "What can we do? Embrace the editor-in-chief's arrogance and face the deputy editor-in-chief's ridicule calmly? Jiang Yucheng's Weibo has 40,000 comments, of which 38,500 are asking: "Master, are you going to serialize new articles in Moonlight? We are super——"

Chu Li suddenly stopped talking halfway.

His whole face suddenly froze in a mocking expression, and then went blank.

The man on the other end of the voice seemed to sneer: [You thought of it? ]

Chu Li closed the Piano Keys app, picked up her phone, put it down again, and licked her lips: "It seems so, I thought of it."

【What do you think of? 】

"What do you think the chances are of successfully convincing Jiang Yucheng to take the risk and serialize "The Lost Amusement Park" in my magazine, under the instigation of those 38,500 people?"

[If Jiang Yucheng is a man with a conscience, then he probably feels a little guilty now. If he feels a little guilty now, then it is very likely that you have convinced him.]

Chu Li felt that he had found a path to light in a desperate situation.

After hanging up Mr. L’s voice, she decided not to jump off the building. She clumsily climbed down from the windowsill and did three things in total:

The first thing she did was to ask her in the work group to give her two days of weekend time. On Monday, she would definitely give everyone a satisfactory answer to the "making wedding clothes for others" issue.

The second thing was to send a message to ask Joo Chuan where he was now;

The third thing was to buy a ticket for the train to City B, which would depart at 8 a.m. the next day.

…

At the same time.

City B.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in the famous natural open-air hot spring in a private courtyard on the outskirts of the city, hot spring water flows down layer by layer to the top of the mountain - the top of the hot spring is turquoise, and the color of the hot spring water gradually becomes lighter as it flows down step by step, and the spring water gathers into the hot spring pool at the bottom. The milky white water vapor shrouds the hot spring pool. Special Chinese herbal medicines are added to the pool, emitting bursts of herbal fragrance...

It was just when the Chinese lights in the city came on.

This secluded open-air hot spring pool is rarely peaceful. The only light is a dim lamp placed beside the pool. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of splashing water when someone stirs it...

In the pool.

The young man leaned against the pool with a towel on his head. He was a stay-at-home person who had not seen the sun for a long time. His skin was almost transparent. His black hair was wet and stuck to his handsome face... His brown eyes were shining with laziness. At this time, he was lying on the edge of the hot spring pool, half of his body was outside the hot spring. His slightly wet slender fingertips were fiddling with his mobile phone. He logged out of one QQ account and switched to another account. As soon as he logged in, he saw a monkey avatar flashing wildly——

[The water army hired by Monkey: Teacher, where are you and Teacher Jiang Yucheng? City B? At home? ]

[The Monkey’s hired naval forces: Is Teacher Jiang Yucheng here? Did he forget to bring his cell phone? ]

As if expected, the man's nose buried in his arms moved and he snorted with an ambiguous laugh.

[Zhu Chuan: What are you doing in his house? I'm here to clean up for him? Suburban Hot Spring, what do you want to do? ]

【Zhu Chuan: This person who has no professional ethics will not watch Q during his vacation. 】

The man is typing very fast...

"——You should just soak in the hot springs. Why can't you put down your phone even after you're already in the water? Are you an internet addict?"

Behind the man, another sound echoed amidst the splashing water. In the huge hot spring pool, a figure with healthy bronze skin swam from one side of the pool to the other. When passing behind Zhuo Chuan, the splashing water splashed onto the man's perfectly curved jaw...

Zhaochuan raised his hand and wiped away the splashed water droplets with an expressionless face.

"You heard it, too. While you, Jiang Yucheng, were swimming around like a hyperactive kid, playing in the hot spring pool like a swimming pool, a poor girl thousands of miles away was being tortured because of your treachery," Zhuo Chuan put down his phone, "and I don't know what I did wrong to have to clean up the mess for you, a scumbag."

The sound of water splashing stopped.

The figure that had been swimming around and couldn't stop was finally idle - the man called Jiang Yucheng finally stopped disturbing the tranquility of the hot spring... He stopped, grabbed the wooden basin floating on the hot spring, took out the icy porcelain wine bottle from it, and drank it in one gulp: "Why am I a scumbag?"

Jiang Yucheng stood in the middle of the hot spring pool. He was about the same height as Zhuchuan, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was as handsome as Zhuchuan, but because he was a little older, his features were clearer and more mature.

Compared to Chu Chuan's somewhat harsh and fierce appearance when he is silent, Jiang Yuchengshi has a kind and approachable face: when he is silent, the corners of his eyes are raised, and the corners of his lips are naturally slightly curved into an arc as if he is smiling...

At this moment, he looked at the man leaning against the hot spring pool, playing with his phone with a towel on his head, with a half-smile on his face.

"Your fans of ten years have broken their glass hearts." As if he was used to being stared at by him with such a beguiling and kind look, Zhu Chuan remained unmoved. When he spoke again, he was even more harsh and cold, "If Mr. L showed up half an hour later, you would have heard your fans of ten years crying and howling... Ten years of fans, a good girl used this time to find a man to fall in love with. Now your son should be able to make soy sauce. Jiang Yucheng, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"I have no conscience."

“…”

"Same as you."

"Speak properly." Zhuochuan pulled off the white towel on his head and threw it towards Jiang Yucheng's face.

Jiang Yucheng put the porcelain wine bottle in his hand to the side of the pool, accurately caught the towel thrown by Zhuchuan, threw it into the wooden basin in front of him and pushed it away, and at the same time raised his eyelids to glance at Zhuchuan: "Unlike Zhuchuan, who is in the limelight, "The Lost Amusement Park" is my only work in the past two years. If it doesn't sell well, I will fall from the clouds and be laughed at by everyone. I want to do everything I can to build momentum for it and gain a firm foothold. What's wrong with me?"

If he was just joking at first, Jiang Yucheng's tone became serious towards the end.

"…………Why are you making such a loud noise?" Chu Chuan rolled his eyes and picked his ears. "I heard that the loud noise is because of guilty conscience."

“…”

Jiang Yucheng paused, smiled, and said with a harmless and gentle expression: "First, you asked for the plan to write the frontispiece for Moonlight. Second, there is no harm in promoting a new article in advance. Third, I did help Xiao Houhou--"

"Well, your favor is really worth it. Without any effort, Yuanyue Publishing House used hundreds of thousands of copies of the magazine to give you free publicity as a free reward - this kind of short-term "handout" that can't wait to get the benefits back can only be regarded as a transaction at best. How can you have the nerve to say that you are doing a favor for others?"

"...You have to ask for the debt of favor yourself to get it back." Jiang Yucheng shrugged, but the kind smile on his face remained unchanged. "Didn't you say that the most valuable thing in the world is the debt of favor?"

Jiang Yucheng said as he walked towards the pool.

He put his hands on the shore and exerted a little force. The strong muscles on his arms bulged. There was a splash of water, and a strong medicinal fragrance hit his nose. The man stood barefoot by the hot spring pool, pulled off his yukata and put it on... He randomly found a angle to take a picture of the hot spring and Hirukawa lying on the side of the hot spring playing with his mobile phone.

【Jiang Yucheng: A group of elderly writers are taking a hot spring bath with your male god, Zhuchuan. 】

As soon as the Weibo post was published, the crowd went crazy. Half of them were playing Sherlock Holmes and analyzing how handsome Chu Chuan was from the front based on his hair; the other half were arguing about whether this hot spring was civilized and polite, that is, whether Chu Chuan was wearing anything to cover his body at this moment?! …

Everyone was having a great time. Jiang Yucheng watched the rapidly increasing number of comments on his Weibo and laughed for a while. After he finished posting his Weibo, he lowered his head and glanced at the guy who was still leaning against the pool, fiddling with his phone nonchalantly.

It seems like he is still talking to that young editor.

He walked over and stepped on Zhuchuan's shoulder with his big feet: "I didn't realize you were so soft-hearted. I heard you pretending to be Mr. L and guiding her to come to me to sign this book for serialization in Moonlight."

When Zhuo Chuan heard this, his eyebrows raised: "Then will you sign it or not?"

Jiang Yucheng was silent for a moment.

Then he put on his standard harmless face: "I'll think about it."

Zhu Chuan pushed away the big foot that was stepping on his shoulder, with a look of disdain on his face: "An outdated guy is putting on airs... Just sign it. I have already signed the Luohe Divine Book. Didn't you coax me by saying: That's the Yuanyue Society, it's cool - now I'm going to give you the original words."

"No, it's none of your business whether I sign or not. Why are you helping her like this?" Jiang Yucheng looked alert. "What's your intention?"

"Let you also enjoy the pleasure of being tortured by that annoying guy." The man leaning against the hot spring pool shook the phone in his hand and said lazily, "I have been in this circle for more than ten years, and I have never seen such a persistent editor."

"...Then you encouraged her to torture me."

"When you come, she can harass you, distract her overexuberant energy, and bother me less."

"What's the trouble? Cooking or feeding the dog?"

"..." Zhu Chuan hung up his phone and looked at Jiang Yucheng with a paralyzed face, "Speak properly."

"You were the first to treat her like that. How could you be so rude? The girl worked so hard to plan and proofread your book, and not only did you not know how to be grateful, you even complained about her and pestered her..." Jiang Yucheng squatted down, moved his feet to the side of Zhuchuan, stretched out a finger and poked him, "Why are you so ungrateful?"

"Jiang Yucheng, stop imitating my dad's way of speaking."

"Oh, right. Speaking of your dad, your dad called me the other day and told me that you were at a provincial writers' association meeting and you... Oh, you're glaring at me again. Okay, okay, okay, okay, I won't say anything. I won't say anything. Anyway, you're an ungrateful person. If your dad and your editor ever had the chance to sit together, they would probably say bad things about you from morning till sunset without repeating themselves."

"Don't call me an ungrateful person. Your dad asked you to stop writing horror and suspense novels and write Dream of the Red Chamber instead. Will you do it?"

"I write? Who is Lin Daiyu's ghost in love with?"

"Look, you don't want to either, so just shut up," the man lying on the edge of the hot spring pool moved his eyes, and suddenly raised his head slightly as if he remembered something and asked, "So are you going to sign that crappy book for her or not?"

"What do you think?"

"As I told her, if you don't feel guilty, you won't waver. So here comes the question, Jiang Yucheng, you can be conscienceless, but do you feel guilty?"

Jiang Yucheng looked at the mist in the pool, thought about it carefully, and then nodded: "... a little bit."

"That's wonderful."

Zhuchuan gave Jiang Yucheng, who was standing on the shore, a meaningful look that said "May all the best for you".

At this time, the two great authors were chatting and laughing beside the hot spring, unaware that their words had come true - they were about to see with their own eyes just how "persistent" Chu Li could be.