It was half an hour later when Zhuochuan climbed out of the hot spring. He fastened his bathrobe tightly, bent down lazily, picked up his mobile phone which was placed far away and took a look: twenty-eight missed calls. He tirelessly reduced the battery of his mobile phone from 80% to 30%, which made him want to call the police.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about a series of questions such as why this person is so idle, why she doesn't go to harass Jiang Yucheng, how should I deal with her, etc., when the 29th call came in.
Zhuchuan: “…”
You are really diligent.
It’s great to be young.
I slid my keyboard and pressed the answer button, then put my ear to the phone and said "Hello". Before I could say anything, the voice on the other end of the phone rang out, which had risen from rage to an unusually calm level: "Teacher Chu Chuan, you finally answered my call."
"…I'm afraid if I don't answer my phone, you'll call me until my phone battery runs out."
"Can you blame me? If you don't like answering the phone, why not try the OPPO R9S camera phone that can talk for two hours after charging for five minutes, and this moment is clearer..."
"Shut up and get to the point." Zhu Chuan left the hot spring and returned to the sofa in the room, crossing his legs and shaking them. "Before you open your mouth, let me make it clear. If you still want to persuade me to use that drawing hand, then I think you can hang up now and don't waste each other's time."
"No, no, wait a minute, teacher..."
There was a burst of noise on the other end of the phone, and Zhuchuan also heard the voice of the short-lived Lao Miao, who seemed to be calling Chu Li's name... The man frowned silently -
"I can't wait. Let's make it clear now. I want to emphasize it again. If you called me 29 times just to convince me to use the cover of the book by the goddess of the moon, I think it's unnecessary. Do you think I'm not annoyed enough by facing private messages asking me why I haven't stopped writing, scolding me for having the nerve to live in the world when my writing is so bad, and whether I'm pretending to be so mysterious because I don't dare to show my face? Who will be responsible when 8,000 out of 10,000 comments on Weibo ask [Why did you cooperate with the goddess of the moon! It's so annoying! I can only cry and not buy this book! I'm a fan but a passerby...]? You?"
Before Chu Li could answer, Zhuo Chuan had already answered for her: "You cannot take responsibility for this."
Zhao Chuan added, "If various accidents cause the "Luohe Divine Book" to not sell well, it will only be a failed work case for you. You can still clean up and encourage yourself to continue to sell Jiang Yucheng's "The Disappearing Amusement Park" or any other book by any cat or dog without any loss... What about me? I spent a year writing this article, and it died because of some inexplicable things. Who can I cry to?"
The man's voice was low and calm, but also very serious and convincing. He was satisfied to see the noisy person on the other end of the phone quiet down, and thought she was impressed by his strong courage.
This dumb and quiet one.
Undoubtedly, she ranks among the top three in all her appearances and won a "Most Cute Moment Potential Award" or something like that...
very good.
Taking advantage of the silence on the other end of the phone, Chu Chuan continued to press the issue: "You originally said that you would sell this book well for me, have you forgotten? Is this your attitude of selling this book well for me? Why do I feel that you are just holding back a lot of bad intentions and waiting to cause trouble for me, huh?"
Zhuo Chuan: "Just because I signed the book to you at a bargain price, which is a low price for producing rare earths, doesn't mean I will just throw the book into the trash and let myself go."
Zhuochuan: "I have dreams too."
Zhuochuan: "It's different from Jiang Yucheng's salted fish."
Zhuo Chuan: "Look, I'm on vacation at the hot springs and I'm still answering your call. Jiang Yucheng's phone is turned off."
Zhuochuan: "Why are you so ungrateful? Hey?"
Chu Chuan: “…Hello?”
After the man had finished his 18-word criticism, he realized that the person on the other end of the phone seemed a little too silent. Could he at least say "hmm" or two?
What does it mean to be as quiet as a corpse?
Just as the man took the phone from his ear to study whether it was damaged by playing by the water these past two days, Chu Li's voice suddenly rang again: "Hello? Teacher, I'm back. Let's continue - about persuading you to use the painter of Zhu Niangniang, our Yuanyue Society is purely out of commercial considerations..."
Zhaochuan: “???????”
Zhuochuan: "Where did you go?"
Chu Li: "Xiao Niao asked for leave today, and just now Lao Miao suddenly asked me to check the promotional slogan of the August issue of "Hua Li" and whether there are any problems with the peripheral orders, and he signed... I said I was on the phone with you, but he insisted that I check it first, so I had no choice but to let you wait? Speaking of this, I also want to say that "Hua Li" that we started together has entered the promotion period, and we are still choosing the cover!"
Zhao Chuan didn't care how fast the progress of "Hua Li" was, and asked himself: "………………where was our topic before you left?"
Chu Li: "??? Isn't it that I asked the teacher to wait for a while - Hello? Hello? Teacher? Teacher Chu Chuan? Chu Chuan? Actor???"
Chuli: “…”
Zhuochuan hung up the phone.
Chu Li was left staring at his busy phone, bewildered: What did I do to provoke him? This inexplicable cuckold actor!
I called again, but the call didn't go through.
…
Until that afternoon.
When Chu Li called someone's phone again and it was busy, it was probably because he was added to the blacklist. He was blocked on QQ and could not be added on WeChat so far. Therefore, Zhao Chuan officially and temporarily disappeared from Chu Li's world. Chu Li had no choice but to put Zhao Chuan aside for a while and go to move forward with another task assigned at the morning meeting: to find Ah Gui and ask her which of her written articles still had publishing rights.
Ah Gui’s answer was reassuring and sad—
[The Ghost Behind You: They are all here. No ordinary publisher would want a piece of writing with such radical sexual orientation!]
Chu Li: "..."
If you think about it carefully, there were indeed no BL books with book numbers in the regular book market at that time, and the ones available in rental bookstores were imported from Taiwan...
[The Monkey’s hired trolls: If I were to give you a chance, would you accept the deletion of the ambiguous scenes? ]
[The Ghost Behind You: If Yuanyue Publishing House wants to publish the book, they can delete the text and only leave the sentence "They lived happily together". I can accept it... This is Yuanyue Publishing House, my friend. I can finally take the published book to my parents and say: Dad, look, this is the book I wrote. The author of the Mao Dun Literature Prize winner you were reading a few days ago is my colleague in the same publishing house! ]
[The navy hired by the monkey: …]
[The Monkey’s hired naval officer: What if the first print run is also relatively low? For example, only 81,000…]
[The ghost behind you: Give me money? Just give me money. ]
[The Ghost Behind You: My personal magazine sold 500 copies. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night. It was even illegally printed... What's the concept of 8,000? It's 100 million if you round it up!]
[The Monkey’s hired navy: …………………You are really living in a very difficult situation, and your optimism has not been affected at all.]
[The ghost behind you: Of course, you think everyone is the great god, always finding fault.]
[The navy hired by the monkey: 360-degree rotation and tiger-like roar, thumbs up! ]
Chu Li was infected by Ah Gui's optimistic spirit and became optimistic. He quickly selected a few topics that were not too extreme and might be suitable for publication from Ah Gui's column on the website. He filled out the form and made a rough introduction, and submitted the topic to Yu Yao for review... Yu Yao took a quick look at the topic form, looked quite satisfied and said "hmm", and then asked casually: "Haven't you agreed to the painting issue, Chu Chuan?"
Chu Li thought about it for a long time and finally came up with four words: "Very stubborn."
Just with these four words, Yu Yao had witnessed Chu Li yelling twice on the phone that morning. Of course, he deeply realized how difficult it was for Chu Li... After thinking for a while, he sighed: "Although I think that the painter Lu is really suitable for "Luohe Divine Book", if Zhu Chuan himself is unwilling, then we still have to respect the author's opinion... Later, you and Ah Xiang will go and find other suitable ancient style painters?"
Chu Li didn't say anything, probably doubting her life. Was she too full to fight for the position of editor of "Luohe Divine Book"? Yu Yao knew what she was thinking by looking at her expression, and smiled at Chu Li: "Zhechuan is a powerful author after all. It's normal for such an author to be difficult to deal with. Be patient."
Chu Li nodded, indicating that this seemed to be the only way.
What else can we do?
Killed Chu Chuan?
Anyway, the contract has been signed. At worst, I can use the royalties to donate a piece of sautéed buns to him to make up for his life as an actor.
After talking with Yu Yao, Chu Li made an excuse to go to the bathroom and walked out of the editorial office, stretching his back. When he got outside, he found that it had started raining outside without him noticing.
While thinking in his heart that compared with Zhuchuan, Ah Gui who yelled "I'll sell it for money" was simply an angel, Chu Li looked down at the phone in his hand, then turned on the camera and reached out to the railing to take a picture of the high-rise building from above, and then edited the MMS and sent it to the phone user [Xizi Teacher]——
A minute later, the man who was sitting thousands of miles away with his legs crossed, thinking about what to eat for lunch, heard his phone vibrate. He picked it up and saw that it was a photo taken from a high altitude sent by someone, with the caption: "Pass my QQ friend verification, otherwise in ten minutes, a bloody corpse of a female editor will appear in the center of this photo with a note that reads "Zhu Chuan forced me."
Zhuchuan: “…”
Three minutes later, Chu Li picked up her phone and opened Q.
The first system message that popped up was: "Zhu Chuan has accepted your friend request, now you can start chatting!"
[The Monkey's hired sailors: I'll go find a few more painters.]
【Zhuchuan: OK.】
[The navy hired by the monkey:. ]
【Zhuchuan:. 】
The two periods express each other's annoyance towards each other, and their helplessness in being tied to each other due to various coincidences and their struggle against fate.