Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 197 How about I buy two more
Just as Han Zidong hung up the phone, a call came in.

Glancing at the caller, he had no intention of answering the phone at all, so he put down the phone again, wanting to wait for the other party to hang up on his own initiative.

The other party was really impatient, and when he counted to 13 seconds, he cut off the phone.

You little sunspot, I know you have no patience!

He smiled, thinking that he had grasped the mind of the other party, and then called again the next second. It was no surprise that the caller was still Li Qidun.

This time, the phone rang for a full 20 seconds without any intention of hanging up. He cursed secretly, and reluctantly connected the phone.

"What are you doing, why did you answer my call?"

Han Zidong was speechless: "Li Qidun, you are not my boss, do I need a reason for not answering your call?"

"Ah, well you Han Zidong, you have changed your mind."

As he was talking, Li Qidun's voice suddenly dropped. Those who don't know her well will definitely be fooled by her acting skills, and Han Zidong is naturally not among them.

But he didn't intend to get entangled with Li Qidun, he just wanted to follow the other party's wishes and send her away: "Okay, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing his almost soft words, Li Qidun's tone was obviously a little more proud: "We don't know much about the workplace, can you draw some popular science cartoons for us these two days?"

Han Zidong pressed the center of his eyebrows and decided to change his personal phone number next time.

"Are you saying that you are sick? If you guys write a novel based on me and hate me, I will bear it. You still want me to give you material..."

"Where is the black you, don't worry, it is definitely not black you, we are just writing a fanart of you, as an idol, can't you be more magnanimous?"

It's quite a suffocating rhetoric.

"My Boss Dies Once a Day" just by listening to the name, you know that this fanfiction is definitely a black novel. With the middle school level of Li Luduo and others, they can only produce a unit drama plot similar to "Martin's Morning" .

That is to say, the focus of this fanfiction is how he died. To put it more bluntly, the keynote of this fanfiction is spoofing.

Since it doesn't make sense, Han Zidong decided to change the way: "Then what is the support for you to set up the death cycle, and secondly, how should the hero escape from this constant death cycle? Furthermore, if there is a heroine, the heroine will set What does it mean?"

"Ah... ah... wait for me to turn on the recording function," the other side was silent for a second, and the voice came again: "Okay, say it again."

Han Zidong straightened his mind, and said again: "Since you want to write, you should straighten out all the event logic and write this fanfic well, so that people will read it.

Just like a game, you must set up the clearance logic of each level in order to keep attracting people to continue playing.I suggest that you watch a few time loop-themed film and television dramas first, find out the commonalities among them, and then write. "

"Oh. What about the workplace?"

"Don't you have Minxiu's contact information? Go find her and ask her to sort it out."

"it is good."

Han Zidong thought for a while: "Also, don't use my name as the protagonist's name."

Li Qidun immediately refused: "No, this is your fan art."

Han Zidong had no choice but to propose an alternative: "Let's just use Han Han, this is my former pseudonym, it's too unlucky to die with my name."

"You still believe this?"

Han Zidong didn't bother to explain: "Our family has believed in this for generations, so we can't cut off the incense in my generation."

"Superstition," Li Qidun laughed for a while: "Okay, sure."

Grass!
Such an aggressive tone!

After seeing off Li Qidun, Han Zidong lay on the sofa, entered Instagram, and followed several artist accounts that posted a post promoting you today.

When he saw Jin Zaijing's account, he froze for a moment, then sat up.

Secretary Jin is a good person, I have to find time to treat her to a meal next week!

After turning off the phone and throwing it on the sofa, Han Zidong walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Pei Zhuxuan was hanging an apron, and was busy processing ingredients according to the recipes she found. She definitely couldn't cook too complicated dishes, so she had to choose noodle soup that didn't require too much cooking skills.

When Han Zidong came over, she had just cut a few side dishes for the noodle soup, and was holding an empty small pot, planning to mix the noodles.

Han Zidong helped tear open a small bag of flour, and put it together: "Do you really not need my help?"

"No need," Pei Zhuxuan took the flour bag and poured it into the small basin: "My cooking skills are also very good, I will definitely surprise you later, just wait for the meal obediently today."

Thinking of the shock that Pei Zhuxuan's magical painting skills brought him in the afternoon, Han Zidong held his chest and said worriedly: "Zhuxuan, my heart is not good, can you stop scaring me?"

Pei Zhuxuan smiled: "No, you have to have confidence in me."

Han Zidong decided to give Pei Zhuxuan another chance: "Okay."

He moved a chair and sat next to Pei Zhuxuan, quietly watching how the other party cooked a pot of "scary" noodle soup.

Pei Zhuxuan poured two small bags of flour, feeling that it might be a bit too much, and asked the air uncertainly: "I poured both bags in, is it a bit too much?"

Han Zidong shook his head: "As long as it's our Zhuxuan's noodle soup, no matter how much it is, I can eat it."

"You..." Pei Zhuxuan turned her head to look at Han Zidong, smiled happily, and then said seriously, "Don't interfere with my thoughts."

"Nene, it's my fault."

Pei Zhuxuan looked away funny, picked up a bottle of water, poured it into the basin, poured a little oil and a spoonful of salt.

Then she turned into a ruthless dough kneading tool, kneading, kneading, hammering, and smashing. After several sets of tricks, more than ten minutes passed, and the dough gradually formed.

After wrapping the dough and putting it in the refrigerator to ferment, Pei Zhuxuan started to cook the noodle soup again.

Han Zidong wanted to interrupt Pei Zhuxuan halfway, telling her that it was just a meal, and she didn’t need to put so much thought into it, as long as she could eat it, but Pei Zhuxuan, who listened to him the most recently, insisted on completing each process one by one according to the recipe, just like this paragraph Rice carries different meanings.

Han Zidong had no choice but to let him go.

Pour water, add whitebait soup bag, wait for the soup bag to boil, pour in all the cut side dishes and accessories... After completing all the processes on the recipe, she clapped her hands together, obviously excited: "Okay, next Just wait for the noodle soup to boil."

"Nai, I'm just waiting to be surprised by you." Han Zidong looked at Pei Zhuxuan and said.

Pei Zhuxuan clenched her right hand into a fist and raised it high: "You talk."

Although Pei Zhuxuan's words had no deterrent effect, Han Zidong still chose to shut up. He stretched out his hand to hold Pei Zhuxuan, and Pei Zhuxuan didn't resist, and sat in his arms.

Holding Pei Zhuxuan in their arms, the two of them were chatting cheek to cheek, fingers interlocked.

After chatting for a few words, Pei Zhuxuan quickly touched the pocket of the apron, and took out the mobile phone from it, as if he suddenly remembered something important that he almost forgot.

She was relieved until she saw the time on the phone.

"Fortunately, there are still more than 20 minutes."

Han Zidong looked at the time, it was 38:22, and it was exactly [-]:[-] in [-] minutes.

"Oh, it's almost time for Xingyou paid calls to go online."

"Neither," Pei Zhuxuan put away her phone and nodded, "I don't see why you don't care about the results of comics at all."

"It's not that I don't care, but..."

"Do your best and obey the destiny." Pei Zhuxuan snatched the words with a smile.

Han Zidong rubbed Pei Zhuxuan's face: "Don't you see this clearly?"

Of course, Pei Zhuxuan knows that with millions of likes and a bunch of popular artists helping to promote it, it is absolutely impossible for you to be poor in sales, or even explode.

Thinking of Han Zidong's increasing fame, prestige, and status, she couldn't help but feel powerless. As a trainee, is she really worthy of such an excellent Han Zidong?
She lowered her head and clasped her fingers, doubting her future again: "Han Zidong?"

"What are you doing, Pei Zhuxuan?"

"Do you think I can really debut in the future?"

Han Zidong understood that Pei Zhuxuan had lost his self-confidence and fell into a vicious circle of doubting himself, so he followed the other party's topic and asked, "Then do you want to debut?"

"I want to, I really want to."

Pei Zhuxuan stared at the front and gradually lost focus: "I have worked hard for this goal for three years. If I can't make my debut, I don't know what I can do in the future."

"Then what if your group is half-dead after debut?"

Pei Zhuxuan said: "But even if SM's group is not popular, it won't be too bad."

Han Zidong nodded, a small fire depends on praise, a big fire depends on fate, and now SM company is no longer the small company it used to be, and the resources in hand are enough to push any formed group to a quasi-frontline position.

"But even Girls' Generation, didn't they also experience the Black Sea?
Even after your debut, you still have to go through a period of indeterminate no-name, even the "Black Sea Period" that was questioned and slandered. If you start to doubt yourself now, what will you do in the future? "

Pei Zhuxuan bit her lip, turned her head to look at Han Zidong: "But don't I still have you? You will always be with me, right?"

Han Zidong couldn't believe his ears. Is this still the shy Pei Zhuxuan?
He smiled softly and nodded lightly: "Nei, I am now, in the future, and will always be Pei Zhuxuan's No. [-] fan, and I will always be with you."

Pei Zhuxuan tilted her head and shouted, "Han Zidong~"

"What are you doing, Pei Zhuxuan?"

"You bought it..." Pei Zhuxuan's voice became lower and lower as she spoke, and the following words were as small as a whisper: "Is that?"

Han Zidong glanced at the kitchen and asked puzzledly, "What do you want to buy? What do you want to eat?"

"Annie... that's the one."

Pei Zhuxuan gestured wildly with both hands, which made people anxious, but when he saw Pei Zhuxuan's red face, Han Zidong felt blessed, and his brain had never had an aura, and he nodded repeatedly: "I bought it...how about I buy two more?" indivual?"

Pei Zhuxuan shook her head and buried her face in Han Zidong's chest.

I can't imagine that she was describing that thing just now, it's really embarrassing.

Han Zidong is still talking about buying two more... What?

It's just that she thought of the words she found on the Internet when she was alone at home in the morning, and thought that if Han Zidong didn't play well... In that case, it seems that she really needs to buy a few more.

So she raised her head slightly and whispered, "Then do you want to buy it again..."

"That's fine, the more the better, the better."

……

When Han Zidong came back, Pei Zhuxuan was adding kimchi, bean sprouts, scallions, garlic, and chili noodles to the noodle soup for the final seasoning.

He walked quickly into the bedroom, put away his battle clothes, and then walked into the kitchen. When Pei Zhuxuan saw him coming, he scooped up a mouthful of soup with a spoon, and blew on it.

At the same time, he stretched out his other hand and beckoned: "Come and try it, see if it will scare you."

Han Zidong leaned over with a smile, held Pei Zhuxuan's little hand, fixed the spoon, lowered his head and slowly sucked it into his mouth.

Pei Zhuxuan leaned forward with an anticipation look on her face. This was her first time cooking for others, so she would inevitably be very concerned about the final taste: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Han Zidong didn't taste anything, and pointed to the noodle pot: "I drank too fast, I didn't taste it, why don't you give me another bite?"

Pei Zhuxuan heard the meaning of Han Zidong's words, took another spoonful of soup, blew it a few times, and inhaled it into his mouth in one gulp. The soup was like boiled water with some spices, leaving no taste in his throat .

She smacked her lips in dissatisfaction, and immediately, like a wilted eggplant, her shoulders collapsed: "Mo?"

Looking at Pei Zhuxuan's childish side, Han Zidong couldn't help but smile: "Ken Chana, it's hard to avoid cooking for the first time, but don't be afraid, I still have a secret recipe."

As he spoke, he took a bag of hot pot base ingredients from the refrigerator, took a small piece, threw it into the noodle soup pot, and stirred it twice with a spoon.

"You try again."

Although it is all about technology and hard work, the effect is immediate. The hot pot base is boiled, and the rich aroma comes out. Pei Zhuxuan scooped up a spoonful and tasted it. His eyes lit up, feeling that the noodle soup had been saved.

She picked up the hot pot base and looked it up and down: "Dafa! What is this?"

"The hot pot base, although it tastes good, you can't drink too much, otherwise you will easily feel nauseated, but I just added a little, and it doesn't have much effect."

Pei Zhuxuan shook her body happily. Although there were some episodes in the middle, she still finished the first pot of noodle soup in her life.

Han Zidong wanted to help, but Pei Zhuxuan slapped his hand away: "You sit down obediently, and leave the rest to me."

"Inside."

Han Zidong had no choice but to sit in front of the dining table, quietly watching Pei Zhuxuan busy in and out, just holding the noodle pot on the front foot and putting it on the place mat, then trotted back to the kitchen to wash two sets of dishes.

Pei Zhuxuan filled a bowl of noodle soup and pushed it to Han Zidong's eyes: "Hey!"

Then she poured another bowl for herself. Just as she sat down, she got up quickly and ran back to the kitchen to bring the previous bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

The two touched a glass of wine and took a sip each.

Pei Zhuxuan picked up the phone and exclaimed, "It's been 6 minutes."

"Yeah, you're making me nervous too."

Han Zidong took a bite of the noodles first, then took his mobile phone and entered Lezhi Comics.

As the first four works of Lezhi Comics, "You Who Came from the Star", "Unborn", "Cheese in the Mousetrap", and "Zombie Riot" not only have the recommended positions on the homepage carousel, but also have their own details. page, there is also a ribbon dedicated to displaying first order data.

The data in the functional area will be automatically refreshed every 5 minutes, and it just shows the first order data of Xingyou in the previous 5 minutes.

"46.9011. 』

He switched to the other three works one by one. Among them, "Cheese in the Mousetrap" had the highest subscription data, reaching 5.4301, "Zombie Riot" had 3.9800, and "Unborn" had 3.6028.

乐至漫画短话的订阅费是2枚硬币，长话是3枚硬币，前者对应价值为200（1.13）韩元，折后者对应价值为300（1.7）韩元。

At present, most of the comics on the site are in the short story serial mode, which means that in the past 5 minutes, the first four works have been taken...a lot of subscription fees!

He used a calculator to calculate it, and silently changed "a lot" to "1.19828 million won".

5 million in 1.19828 minutes, is that much?

a lot of!

Even if the consumption potential of readers has been squeezed out within these 5 minutes, this sales performance is enough for Lezhi Comics to continue to operate.

Han Zidong raised his head and looked at Pei Zhuxuan, and swallowed his saliva: "Zhuxuan..."

"Inside."

"How about I buy two more?"

"..."

　Thank you for the monthly pass of Muhuotongming 4949, and the January pass for Wasabi Pear.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)