The starting sister is Zhuge Dali

Chapter 380 You great god, is it serious?

Nicholas and Zhang San came quickly with a plaster cast and sat in the reception room.

Outside the reception room, Dali glanced in through the glass and said;
"Curry, wait a minute, you go first! Then Zhao Haitang, and finally Ruoruo."

The three nodded.

The four walked into the conference room.

Zhang San was not surprised when he saw so many people, when everyone sat down after saying hello.

I saw him caressing his plastered arm with a sad face, and said: "Dali, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect such an accident to happen, I'm really sorry"

Dali gave Curry a look.

Curry understood, and immediately cleared his throat: "Zhang San, for your situation, I think that your hand is injured, you should take a good rest, and you can write again when you recover."

"Really?" Zhang San asked happily.

"certainly……"

Curry Sauce wanted to continue talking, Dali hurriedly interrupted: "Of course it's fake! She was just joking with you."

Then Dali gave Zhao Haitang another wink.

Stretching out his hand and shaking Zhang San, Zhao Haitang said: "Hi Zhang San, I'm Nicholas Zhao Si! After thinking about it, when you recover from your injury, the readers may all run away. I will help you complete the creation together." of."

Zhang San said pleasantly: "There is such a good thing? You want to help me write?"

"Of course, what book are you writing?"

"The domineering president is in love with Princess Meow."

"What? The boss is hiding something, you can actually write girls' romance novels?"

"Hahaha, don't dare, don't dare."

"I'm going to read it now!"

"Thanks for the support."

After Zhao Haitang finished reading: "Your plot design is a little unreasonable..."

"Where is it unreasonable?"

"Look, Chapter 32, the male lead set off a hydrogen bomb for the female lead as birthday fireworks. It's just a birthday. Is it necessary to blow up so many people?"

"This is no longer a domineering president, but a Thanos president."

Zhang San refused to accept: "You can do it!"

Zhao Haitang sarcastically: "I commented on a refrigerator, should I still be in charge of cooling?"

"Also, Chapter 93, the hostess heard the president's subordinates address the president as him instead of her, and then learned that the president is a man. Tell me, how did she tell if it was him or her?"

In the end, the two almost got into a fight.

"Stop, Zhao Haitang, shut up!" He pulled the two away vigorously.

Dali gave Zhuge Wenruo a look, signaling him to go.

Zhao Haitang probably got so angry that he went out to smoke.

Zhuge Wenruo sat in his seat, put his hand on Zhang San's arm that had been casted, and exerted a little force.

"It's stuck!"

Gypsum turned into fragments.

"My God." Curry Sauce covered his mouth in fright.

It's too bloody to crush the plaster of the severed hand like this.

"Ah ah ah."

Zhang San raised his hand and cried out the pain.

"Okay, stop pretending." He gave his younger brother a very satisfied look, and vigorously said to Zhang San: "Yesterday, there were six people who came to ask for leave with plaster casts, and three depression patients. Worse than you."

Zhang San said awkwardly: "Those guys, they copied my idea."

"If you had used your creativity in writing, you would have finished it long ago." Dali snapped.

"Let's be more accommodating for a few more days." Zhang San begged.

"I've thought of several directions for you. Even if the main line can't continue, you can write the branch line first?"

"But I've been stuck recently, and I have no inspiration at all!"

Feeling that I have been deceived, Zhang San actually lost his hand?
So curry sauce complained: "An uninspired author is like a salted fish."

"Oh, no, there is still a difference between you and Xianyu, your appearance is relatively low!" Zhao Haitang walked into the room to make up for it.

Zhang San: "..."

When he turned his head again, he saw Dali holding a big horn.

And shouted in his ear: "Don't go back and write soon?!"

"Ah! Let's go."

Zhang San fled in despair.

Looking at the exaggerated loudspeaker, Curry Sauce: "Dali, is it really okay for us to stimulate him like this?"

Dali: "I'm trying to show you off! In case the author thinks you're easy to bully."

"What if he really can't figure it out? Can't you give it a few days?" Curry Sauce said softly.

"There are tens of thousands of difficulties. The manuscript cannot be broken. It is the job of the online writer to code every day..."

Before Dali finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from outside.

"Ah! The manuscript has been delivered!"

The four went out.

Zhao Haitang was puzzled: "Why are they so happy?"

"Every time an author completes a manuscript, the editor will strike a gong. This is a glorious moment for an online editor." Dali explained.

"Have you knocked?" Curry asked Dali.

"I have knocked 33 times, and my goal is to knock 100 times before the end of the internship." Dali seemed determined to win.

Zhuge Wenruo was watching.

But suddenly he was hugged.

"Who is it?"

As soon as Zhuge Wenruo turned around, he saw Zhong Xiaoqin.

"Sister Zhong? What are you doing here?"

"Haha, of course I'm here to give away the new book contract!" Zhong Xiaoqin said truthfully.

"right."

If Zhuge Wen heard the words clearly,

Zhong Xiaoqin is still a young girl who usually goes home from get off work and writes novels on the Internet to subsidize her family.

"Miss Zhong."

Dali also hugged Zhong Xiaoqin.

"Hey, Lili."

"Sister Zhong, this is our roommate in an apartment, Zhao Haitang, curry sauce."

Zhuge Wenruo introduced.

"Hello sister~"*2
"Hello, all right, I'm going to deliver the contract."

Zhong Xiaoqin finished speaking and left.

"I'll go, such a beautiful female writer, Dali, if I am an intern, can I also be in charge of such a beautiful writer?" Zhao Haitang thought.

"You have a good idea, my sister Zhong is an old female writer on Kunlun Chinese Website, a Lv5 writer, and every time she publishes a book, it will be broadcast by the whole station. She will soon be a master, and it is not up to us newcomers to take care of it. "

Dali gave him a blank look, and said unhappily.

"Won't they procrastinate?" Curry Sauce asked a new question.

Dali: "I've consulted with my sister, and she said that great god-level authors are generally very self-disciplined and won't delay their manuscripts."

"I really want to get in touch with a great author." Zhao Haitang eagerly said.

"..."

Zhuge Wenruo was speechless.

Young man, you are a great god, is it serious?

Are you sure you are running for the authorship?
And it's not just because my sister Zhong is good-looking?
To be honest, if Zhuge Wen saw him like that, he wanted to give him a kick.

Dali: "Take your time, start making phone calls, read manuscripts, and get moving."

Zhuge Wenruo just sat at his desk.

System: "Congratulations to the host for triggering the check-in task: Please become a web writer, and write a hit book, which will make a sensation on the entire Internet."

Forget it, he should complete the task of beating the gong first.

Now is not the time to code words.

After looking at it, Zhuge Wenruo, the writer who vigorously assigned to himself, has locked his target on one person.

It's up to you, Nicholas Zhangsan!
(End of this chapter)