As a top star, I only want to eat soft rice

The new chapter is about to be published.

Another update... 60,000 words? !

Is this Jiang Langcaijin a tentacle monster? ?

Zhang Qinnan didn't say anything, but took the computer handed over by the assistant and checked it carefully.

Sure enough.

The number of words displayed on the main page of "Those Years, We Blow the Lights Together" has changed from 60,000 to 120,000.

At the end of the last chapter, there is a message from the author 'Jiang Langcaijin':

"Thank you for your enthusiasm. I'll stop here today. I'm going to take a nap. I'll update 60,000 tomorrow."

Below the message, there are dozens of comments.

"Fuck, author, are you still human? You update 60,000 words a day?"

"Woo, woo, I decided not to read it today, but 60,000 words... who can resist?"

"Oh my god, let alone the number of words, I voted for you, come on!"

"Very good, I asked the courier to intercept and return the blades I sent yesterday."

"Come on, I won't be fooled again! I must go to the toilet tonight before reading."

........

Looking through the messages of 'Jiang Langcai Jin' and the comments of readers.

Zhang Qinnan's expression was complicated, and his eyes were full of shock.

He updated 60,000 words yesterday, and 60,000 words today. He will update another 60,000 words tomorrow? ?

How much can this guy write every day? ?

Could it be that the 60,000 words he wrote yesterday were not all the manuscripts in his inventory? ?

In the meeting room, no one else in charge spoke.

Everyone was looking at the relevant data of "Those Years, We Blow the Lights Together" on their mobile phones.

At this time, the name of this book appeared in the top six of the four lists of the "Female Literature Writing Competition", the popularity list, the urging list, the update list, and the complaining list.

This situation has never happened in various competitions held in the past.

The conference room was a little quiet for a while.

Zhang Qinnan looked through the data for a while, and her thoughts became more and more complicated.

This book, no matter how you look at it, is a tomb-robbing novel!

It's going to kill the list of romance novels?

Isn't this too outrageous? ?

However, the shock is shocking, and the meeting has to continue.

Zhang Qinnan hesitated for a long time before gradually restraining the shock in her eyes, knocking on the table, and pondering to make the final decision:

"Retain all the rights to participate in "Those Years, We Blow the Lights Together", and at the same time, let the public relations team prepare immediately."

Take it off the shelves?

Are you kidding? !

This book will definitely explode!

This update volume, this data, this quality

Coupled with the topics and gimmicks it brings, how can such a book not be a hit? !

The competition they organized will receive a lot of attention because of this book, which is a win-win situation!

And if you give up this book because of the fear of public opinion, it would be too stupid.

The issue that their organizing team should consider is how to avoid the upcoming impact of public opinion, rather than foolishly discussing whether to remove this book from the shelves.

"Sister Zhang, are you going to let the public relations team suppress public opinion?"

Someone stood up and asked puzzledly.

Zhang Qinnan shook her head, and the light of thinking was looming in her eyes.

After a while, she took a deep breath and looked at everyone in the conference room:

"I think we are all trapped in a misconception of thinking."

More than a dozen responsible persons looked at her with some confusion when they heard this.

Zhang Qinnan knocked on the table and continued:

"Why should we try to suppress public opinion?"

"This 'Jiang Langcaijin' deliberately wrote this kind of horrible love novel to participate in the Women's Literature Competition, scaring hundreds of thousands of young ladies to tears. His behavior is very bad, but we, the organizers, are also victims, and we are also innocent, aren't we?"

Everyone in the conference room was stunned when they heard this.

Then, they suddenly realized and widened their eyes.

Damn, otherwise he is the person in charge.

In terms of marketing, it is impossible not to admire him!

Yes.

Jiang Langcaijin is a bad guy, a bastard, but what does it have to do with them?

Their organizers are all great people!

This book is about a love story, but it is a horror type, which fully meets the requirements of the competition. What can their organizers do?

.......

Jiang Chen rubbed his numb fingers and stretched heavily on the chair.

Damn... How long has it been since I was so serious?

's work?

Sixty thousand words had just been uploaded. After several hours of high-intensity typing, he felt a little sore in his back and waist.

He stood up, stretched his stiff body, and took out his mobile phone to check the time.

Yes, it was only 4:30 in the afternoon. If he seized the time at this time, he could take a nap.

Then, he yawned, and just as he was about to turn off the computer to take a nap, he suddenly found that the chat software in the lower right corner suddenly flashed.

A friend application window popped up.

The person who applied to add a friend was a woman with a beautiful avatar and a simple reason for the application: Hello, I am a senior sister.

Jiang Chen looked at the friend application window, stunned for a while, but curled his lips with some disdain.

How come the Internet in this world is full of female fairies who deceive people into buying tea.

This avatar is so beautiful, it must be a picture taken from the Internet, right?

Senior sister? ?

Bah!

He typed in the reply box impatiently:

"Sorry, I don't like my senior sister, I only like my little junior sister who can act like a spoiled child."

Then, he directly clicked the button of "Reject adding friends".

"Finished, take a nap!"

Jiang Chen turned off the computer, stretched again, yawned, and walked out of the studio.

.......

"Ding Dong~"

In the dressing room exclusive to the queen of the music world.

The mobile phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Yan Xuexin, with a cold face, took a look at the phone and frowned slightly.

Then, she exited the chat software.

She found Su Luowei's phone number in the address book and dialed it.

.......

Jiang Chen was sleeping soundly.

The mobile phone beside the bed suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

He said with a faint nasal tone.

Su Luowei's angry voice rang out from the other end of the phone:

"Jiang Chen!"

"I was worried that you didn't know what to do since this was your first time as a music director, so I asked my senior sister to help you and let her give you some guidance. How dare you talk nonsense!"

"You still say you don't like senior sisters, but only like little junior sisters who like to act like a spoiled child?!"

"Tell me, which little junior sister who likes to act like a spoiled child do you like?"

"Ah???"

It took Jiang Chen a long while to react.

Damn it!

The person who added him as a friend was actually Su Luowei's senior sister?

Is she really a senior sister? ?

Not a tea seller? !

"Uh, wife, listen to my explanation..."

Jiang Chen frowned and hesitated for a while before he uttered:

"If I say, I thought she was a tea seller... would you believe it?"

.......