So red that everything is black

Chapter 75 Big Red ([-])
This forum was not in vain. Wen Xinlan met many seniors in the publishing industry, met several well-known illustrators, and learned many new things.

After Pei and Ye sent Wen Xinlan back to the hotel, the two gentlemen drove directly to the bar and got drunk until late at night.

Ye Xuesong seemed to have been hit hard. He refused to say a word or listen to any advice. He drank a few bottles of wine and fell unconscious.

Pei Yuan spent a lot of effort to carry the person home. He sat by the bed and sent an indignant message to Yang Su: "Why did you treat Lao Ye like this today? How sad it is for Lao Ye!"

Even though it was already three o'clock in the morning, Yang Su was still awake and replied instantly: "Are you still in the mood to care about others? You can't even handle your own affairs!"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Looking at the way you are so diligently hanging around that internet celebrity writer, I really want to laugh."

"What are you laughing at?"

"Do you know who she is?"

"I know, a female writer who sticks to her original aspirations, has a clean background, and never covets glory and wealth."

Yang Su sent a hehe-eyes expression, and then sent two messages in a row:
"The young girls in our circle look dirty but have a clean heart."

"You have a clean heart and a clean heart."

Pei Yuan also rolled his eyes, "A person who can keep writing for ten years has a heart that I also like. It's better than those who have a dirty heart."

Yang Su cursed: "A silly person who is carried away by love!"

The sentence was not enough, so Yang Su added: "Just wait to be played to death! Let's see who will collect the body for you!"

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In the last few days of the year, Wen Xinlan actively and passively added a bunch of new friends and chatted about some topics related to her writing career.

Zhen Nuan also applied for annual leave with the company and took the high-speed rail to Haicheng to travel with Wen Xinlan.

The two friends chose several popular cities in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Hainan and had a great time.

On the last day of 2XXX, the two of them caught the earliest bus back to Haicheng and waited for the New Year's Eve fireworks show in the evening.

Because they left the station too early in the morning and had not had time to have breakfast, the two of them were already ravenous after leaving the station.

Zhen Nuan suggested: "How about we go to a buffet?"

"Okay! I heard that there is a buffet in Haicheng that is very cost-effective. Let's go and try it?"

"go!"

After the two took a taxi to the mall, they were instantly stunned.

There is a long queue at the entrance of the cafeteria, and it takes at least an hour to wait for a table.

They were already hungry. If they waited another hour, they would be starving.

Wen Xinlan looked at the restaurant and found that there were still two non-consecutive single seats empty, so she couldn't help but ask the waiter: "Hello, can I take those two empty seats?"

The waiter replied awkwardly: "Well, it's empty, but someone is recording a video between the two seats. I'm afraid it will infringe on the guest's portrait and privacy, so I don't recommend you sit there."

Wen Xinlan turned sideways and asked her friend, "Are you going?"

Zhen Nuan nodded like a sieve, "Go! You have to queue up everywhere now. I'm going to faint from hunger."

So Wen Xinlan negotiated with the waiter, "We don't mind being photographed, and we don't mind sitting separately. Can we sit in those two seats?"

After receiving the manager's consent, the waiter extended his arms and signaled: "You two, please come this way."

The two friends then approached the dining table and heard a man say to the camera: "My dish is salmon, but the one on the table next to mine is rainbow trout."

The co-author is a store explorer who reveals the inside story of the industry!
No wonder the store dares not arrange for customers to sit nearby.

The man noticed someone coming from behind and turned around to look back.

Zhen Nuan saw the man's face, covered her mouth and shouted, "Are you Uncle Ji? I've seen your video, but I didn't expect to meet you here! Can we sit next to you?"

Uncle Ji replied politely: "Please do it. I'm just recording the video, so it won't hinder you, right?"

"Are you doing a live broadcast?"

"No, recording and broadcasting."

"I don't mind." The two friends sat down.Zhen Nuan's face was full of excitement, but Wen Xinlan and Uncle Ji were expressionless.

Obviously, Wen Xinlan didn't know this Uncle Ji, and Uncle Ji didn't know Wen Xinlan either.

The three of them at this moment seemed to be trapped in a strange information cocoon.

Gui Fu, the most famous writer in the online literary circle this year, and Ji Shu, the most famous blogger in the eating and broadcasting circle this year, live in completely parallel worlds and have no intersection with each other.

As an ordinary migrant worker, Zhen Nuan knows both sides.

The waiter brought the plate and asked Wen Xinlan and Zhen Nuan to choose the flavor of the pot and the limited ingredients.

While waiting for the food to be served, Uncle Ji deliberately removed the camera stand in order to take a real close-up, and connected with the two diners on the left and right, "You two, your accents don't sound like you are from Haicheng. You are visiting Haicheng during the holidays. Of?"

Wen Xinlan replied: "That's right."

Zhen Nuan answered: "I'm here for a trip, and my friend is here for work."

Uncle Ji smiled and said, "I would like to ask, what do you do?"

Wen Xinlan replied: "They are all code words."

Programmers and Internet writers are indeed coders.

Before he could go into details, two young female customers from behind recognized Wen Xinlan and came up to ask, "Hello, is this Teacher Guifu? Can we take a photo with you?"

"Okay!" Wen Xinlan stood up and walked to the free area.

The two girls helped each other take photos.

A girl looked at the photo excitedly and said, "I really like your book "The Bloody Dress". When will you release a new book?"

"Soon. It will be posted within the next month or two."

The other girl clenched her fists in encouragement, "Guifu, I will always support you! Come on!"

"Thank you!"

The two girls said goodbye, and Wen Xinlan sat back down.

Uncle Ji asked: "Are you a writer?"

Wen Xinlan waved her hand, "I'm just someone who writes online articles, so I'm not really a writer."

"When your sashimi platter is served later, can you let me take a photo first?"

The two friends looked embarrassed and replied in unison: "We don't have any sashimi."

Uncle Ji's face was full of shock, "You didn't order sashimi? You came to have a seafood buffet and you didn't order sashimi?"

Wen Xinlan answered truthfully: "We don't like to eat raw meat. There is a saying that wild boar cannot eat fine chaff."

Uncle Ji was a little disappointed and put the camera back on the stand angrily, "The raw pickled food in this store is pretty good. You can try it. It gives raw food a chance. Maybe you will discover a new world."

Wen Xinlan shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, no, I give raw meat more opportunities than I gave my ex-boyfriend."

Uncle Ji couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

The waiter served Uncle Ji a platter of sashimi with extra points.

The two friends watched Uncle Ji devouring countless lobsters, red devil shrimps, salmon, sea urchins and various seafood sashimi live, which was a visual shock.

The skewers on Wen Xinlan's hand were no longer fragrant. "So you guys really eat them?"

"Of course! What do you think? Our industry is supervised, and waste of food will be reported. In your online writing industry, don't you also have reports and accounts banned?"

"Yes, we do too." When the topic of depression was brought up, Wen Xinlan sadly opened a can of Coke and drank it to relieve her boredom.

Uncle Ji was shocked again, "You eat at the buffet and drink Coke? Are you feeling bloated? You won't get your money back if you drink too much."

Wen Xinlan didn't understand why there were always people who wouldn't let her drink Coke, so she couldn't help but complain to strangers: "I know drinking Coke will bloat my stomach, make me fat, and damage my teeth, but I already live a long life." Even if it’s bitter, there must be a little bit of sweetness in life!”

Uncle Ji was speechless, "You writers are indeed eloquent. I'm just making a suggestion, and I'm not forcing you not to drink. Who comes to the buffet and doesn't want to eat more?"

(End of this chapter)