"Chu Li, let me ask you a question: Don't you hate Chu Chuan?"

"Ah?" Standing next to the Heidelberg IV, which cost 4 million per unit, Chu Li raised her hand to tuck the strands of hair around her ears, her eyes still fixed on the color cards. She had been staring at them for an entire afternoon and was almost suffering from color perception disorder. She nodded absentmindedly, "Yeah, I hate him."

As he spoke, he held his cell phone in his hand. The screen was lit, and the conversation on it was as follows:

[The water army hired by the monkey: Teacher, do you think the peach blossom on the cover looks better, this shai or shai? ]

【Zhuchuan: Mobile phones also have color difference, I can’t choose the best one.】

[The monkey's hired navy: ...Then why don't you come to the printing factory? ]

【Zhu Chuan: I am at home lying on the sofa with my dog, why are you leaving? Are you sick?】

[The water army hired by the monkey: Come if you want, bah! ]

【Zhuchuan:. 】

At this moment, Ah Xiang also wanted to ".", looking at Chu Li who stretched his neck and hummed a song while comparing the color cards... Ah Xiang thought for a long time and could only squeeze out one sentence: "Why can't I see that you hate him? Aren't we having a good chat?"

Ah Xiang pointed at the phone in Chu Li's hand.

Chu Li smiled and said, "I hate him as a human being, but I admire his talent as a writer."

Ah Xiang said "Oh" and stared at Chu Li expressionlessly for a while. It took him a long time to realize what she had said: "Why do I feel like vomiting so much?"

"If you want to vomit, go away. Don't splash out to the four million dollars and keep you here. You can't afford it."

"...Look at what you are like now," Ah Xiang said, "Don't hang out with Teacher Zhechuan anymore. It's hard to be red when you are around red people, but it's easy to be black when you are around black people."

Chu Li ignored her and continued to look at her own color cards. Ah Xiang felt bored and also picked up a color card and sat aside to look at it. The art editor was always more sensitive and accurate in terms of color than the editor in charge. He quickly circled and dotted a few colors that Chu Li had looked at several times but couldn't find any problems with. Ah Xiang suddenly found that the sound of humming in his ear had disappeared again.

"?"

She raised her head curiously and found that Chu Li had suddenly changed her posture - this time she was no longer lying there comparing the color cards, but leaning to the side, holding a mobile phone in her hand, fiddling with it expressionlessly... The white light of the mobile phone shone on her face, and her expressionless face formed a sharp contrast with her previous happiness.

...So I told you to play less with Zhuchuan: he has learned Sichuan Opera face-changing to the highest level.

Putting down the color card in his hand, Ah Xiang stood up and approached Chu Li: "What's the matter?"

Chu Li raised her head and gave her a dead look, then turned her hand to show her the phone in her hand. Ah Xiang then realized that Chu Li was reading the official Weibo of "Moonlight". Under the Weibo she just posted about the progress of the spoiler printing factory and soliciting opinions on what the network bonus required, the number of comments had exceeded 2,000 in half an hour...

Some said they wanted Zhuchuan’s signature;

Some asked for a frontal photo of Chu Chuan;

Some said they wanted an exclusive extra;

Some said they wanted the big pants of Chu Chuan;

Some even said they wanted the real Lord Chuan—

And this is all normal.

Yes, that's right. Even wanting Chu Chuan's pants seemed normal in comparison, because in the happy atmosphere of "looking forward to it" and "wanting Chu Chuan-sama", there was a small group of unknown creatures suddenly rising up -

Who is in charge of this official Weibo account? Why is the tone of voice so unpleasant?

I thought I was alone;

Unpleasant +1;

Unlikable +2;

+3 for being unpleasant. I always feel like you are such a great editor in charge of publishing. You post progress every day but I haven't seen you start selling the book. Is it fun to keep reposting progress to keep people hanging? Isn't it enough that you know more with your ability? We just want to buy books. "Sima Smiley Face"...

All of them are in the row building. It was the same with Jiang Yucheng’s incident last time. There was clearly only a group of people going together, but they had to make it seem like there were only three of them... Is it difficult to distinguish between public and private matters?

…

Chu Li turned the phone back, took a look, and raised his chin: "See? There is such a thing - urging people to update Luohe Divine Book on Weibo every day. I really repost the progress and sincerely express that I am making new progress every day without any delay, but some people are still unhappy and accuse me of showing off."

Ah Xiang snatched Chu Li's phone and locked it: "Ignore them."

Chu Li: "What's wrong with Jiang Yucheng and Zhu Chuan's fans? They chase me and criticize me every day? No matter what I say, they are not happy..."

Ah Xiang: "The conclusion I reached last time is that because he is a young male author who is also very popular, sometimes it is inevitable that some readers will unconsciously put themselves in the role of the girlfriend..."

Chu Li: "I don't believe someone is so crazy."

Ah Xiang: "Don't believe it. All these things that are against you are just your illusion."

Chu Li: "..."

…

With the mentality of "since we live under the same roof, I might as well let you touch it", Chu Li returned home in the afternoon with a barely acceptable sample book cover. After giving it to Zhuochuan and letting him lick it for fun, she tied an apron and went into the kitchen to cook.

Zhuochuan sat cross-legged on the sofa outside, playing games.

There was no special topic between the two of them, but Chu Li had a feeling that Zhao Chuan had actually seen the comments under the official Weibo, but he was just silent at the moment.

It’s better not to say it.

To avoid embarrassment.

I wish he would pretend to be dead forever.

Chu Li's spatula clanged against the pot, making the most resentful meal in history... After the meal was ready, she took off her apron and was about to call Chu Chuan to eat, but suddenly she found that the man was sitting in front of the computer again, browsing Weibo - he was holding his chin with one hand, his eyes drooping, looking at the Weibo pictures on the computer screen lazily...

There was no emotion on his face.

He didn't even know that Chu Li was standing behind him holding her apron.

Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to resist trying to see what the old man was looking at so carefully, it seemed to be a QQ chat record or something, but once he took a look, he exploded——

It turned out to be the chat record between Empress Xun and her relatives and friends.

[Friend A: Ah Xu, the editor you mentioned last time who was a jerk is the editor of Moonlight? He made it so that your picture could not be used as the cover of Luohe Divine Book...]

[Po繭: Hey, what happened? 】

[Friend A: Haha, she was blasted on her official Weibo [Screenshot] [Screenshot]

The content of the screenshot is obviously the same as the Weibo post Chu Li posted in the afternoon following up on the progress of the printing factory's book.

[Relative and Friend A: I was scolded so badly 2333333333]

[Po繭: ...There are some problems with this editor. I always feel that she treats Mr. Chu Chuan as her own personal property - you know, she couldn't stand it when I said a few more words to Chu Chuan, but isn't it normal for the artist to communicate with the author? I don't know why she was jealous...][Po繭: Then I was bullied. ]

[Po筭: First she urged me to hand in my draft, then after I submitted it she said it wasn't up to standard and asked me to redraw it... How could I have so much time to redraw it? Then she said she didn't care and it was me who didn't show her the draft first——]

[Po獭: I used to not show my drafts to the copy editor. Is that a problem? I’m just a copy editor! The art editor didn’t say anything, but he’s complaining that my picture can’t be used on the cover…]

【Friend A: Damn it! How could this happen!!! You are taking revenge on someone else!!!】

[Breaking the Coil: 233333333333 Yes, in the end they forcibly deducted the balance of my royalties, and made the two cover photos into peripheral products for me... They only paid me the price for the peripheral products, and they also held my head down to make me cooperate with the promotion.]

[Po筭: Otherwise, use the contract to pressure me. 】

[Friend A: ...It's so disgusting that an editor treats the author as his personal property. How can you stand it? ]

[Breaking the Cocoon: There is no way, there is no way, what can I say? 】

[Breaking the Cocoon: I guess it has something to do with my upbringing. When I see a good man, I think he's my man...hahaha.]

【Friend A: Yes, it’s a family education issue.】

above.

A lot of chat records.

It directly pointed out that Chu Li treated Zhuchuan as his personal property, had personal agenda, and was mean to the painter. The long Weibo post was sent by the relative A, who also tagged Zhuchuan. It was forwarded more than a thousand times within half an hour of being sent out. All of them were crying out for the injustice of Empress Xu and expressing sympathy for Empress Xu and Zhuchuan.

Chu Li: "..."

Chu Li really felt her blood rushing to her head. She threw away the apron in her hand and kicked Zhao Chuan's chair. The man then realized there was someone behind him. He jumped up in fright, and before he could even react, he saw a figure sitting down quickly in front of his computer!

Open Q!

Click on the "Never cooperate with the painter again" group, click the cocoon!

[Tutor? What do you know about tutoring? Who is the one who follows behind Chu Chuan like a pig's tail and calls him "da da da" every day? Who invited Chu Chuan and his partner to have dinner alone? If you love to delete chat history, why don't you delete this one?

Talk to me about tutoring, I'm going to fuck you, your mom is——】

I haven't finished typing a paragraph yet.

The next second, she suddenly felt that her whole body and the chair were pulled backwards by an extremely strong force. Chu Li screamed and her hands had to leave the keyboard!

When she realized what was happening, she jumped up from her chair!

However, it was too late. The man had already turned the chair 180 degrees and hugged her as she jumped up from the chair, with his iron-like arm around her waist.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Chu Li was pinned by the man's waist. "Talk to me about tutoring! Her mother is flying in the sky, why doesn't she follow her? The most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy!"

Zhuchuan: “…”

Zhuo Chuan: "Alright, alright, if you go now you'll just be pouring fuel on the fire..."

Zhuchuan: "Eat first, eat first."

Chu Li: "Eat shit!!!!!!"

Zhuo Chuan ignored her and dragged her to the dining table to sit down. He stuffed chopsticks and a bowl into her hands, placed them in front of her like a door panel, and picked up his phone with a dark face.

After typing, he slammed his phone on the table and said simply: "Eat!"

Chu Li stretched his head to look.

Only then did I realize that the man had posted a new Weibo post a second ago:

【Zhao Chuan: The manuscript commissioning procedures and standards are all based on the contract. Whether to use the manuscript or not, the editor is only a coordinator and she has no say.

I follow the entire commissioning process, and I keep track of whether the draft is read, whether it is important, and whether it affects the quality of subsequent works.

My editor and I just have normal communication as authors and editors - to this day, I don't think I have ever been treated as anyone's personal property.

If so, I look forward to it.

But for now, if you have any questions, please ask me directly, don't do so many provocative things, above, close @. 】