Mr General doted on his sweet wife

Ding Jun did not speak and pursed his lips.

As for Pan Fangfang's hypocrisy, he didn't know how to refute it, so he could only keep silent.

Pan Fangfang said with a smile, "I know that you still have some resentment in your heart. But as you know, the publishing industry is in a slump, and it's hard for newcomers to make sales by their own names. Only by using their old pseudonyms can they make profits. It's also a last resort. "

"What are you looking for today?" Ding Jun asked.

"Do you have any new works?"

Ding Jun looks at her warily.

Pan Fangfang knew that he did. Writing was always extremely boring and self-contained.

Those who can't live by writing are seldom able to settle down and write in a local book.

Just like those writers who have been robbed of creativity and writing by Pan Fangfang, many have changed their careers because of the bad start.

Ding Jun himself is one of the few.

This also means that Ding Jun's works can surprise the public. He has the heart to carve words and refine creativity.

"Ding Jun, you give me a new work. This time, I will give you 200000 yuan." Pan Fangfang now does not care about the vanity of the outside world, the only thing that matters is to be able to follow Jiang Yue all the time.

"Or you can make a price yourself," she said

She is not short of money. What she lacks is inspiration, creativity and the ability to control the story.

Ding Jun glared at her: "how can it be? The work is my own child, and I will never sell it to you! "

Pan Fangfang shook his head. "If you keep it in your hand, you will never let him see the sun. The publishing house is in a slump, and no one will casually publish a new book by an unknown author. You don't think so much.

Give it to me. At least you have money.

You think, 200000, how many books do you have to sell to make you 200000?

A published work, can earn twenty or thirty thousand manuscript fee, the author must laugh.

Would you rather rot your work in your hands?

Would you rather eat a bit of bran than eat it well? "

"I don't need you to worry about my life!" Ding Jun said angrily, "you don't want to dream of taking anything from me!"

He got up and left very angry.

Pan Fangfang is not in a hurry. She has inquired about it. Ding Jun has stayed in Jingyuan for the past two years. At the worst of times, he even lived under the overpass.

He's long gone.

He has been unable to enter the library recently, because people dislike his smell, which affects other people's reading experience.

Pan Fangfang is waiting for him to find himself.

Chu Ning and Xiao Yao come to see Ding Jun.

Ding Jun told them angrily that Pan Fangfang had come to see him.

"I will never give her my work again!" Ding Jun is very angry, also very uncomfortable.

I think I'm useless. I can't even protect my works.

Xiao Yao comforted: "it's OK, Ding Jun, everything will be OK. You have a home, a computer, a book to read, and you don't need to be threatened by her. "

In this way, Ding Jun felt relaxed.

However, these are all given to him by chuning, and he looks at chuning with some embarrassment.

Chuning pondered for a moment and said, "Ding Jun, you might as well give her a novel."

"You Ding Jun stood up and looked at chuning.

He looked at chuning's calm eyes and thought that chuning had helped himself. She was also the one who fought with Pan Fangfang.