My Daily Salted Fish Routine

"Editor-in-Chief, this time it's a little tricky."

In Jianghu Fengyun's editorial office, two middle-aged men frowned.

They Jianghu Fengyun invited Lou Lan, which indeed drove a lot of sales. It has exceeded 200,000 copies. The results can be said to be very impressive.

But after seeing Wenjian's sales data, they felt a sense of crisis.

"After we invited Loulan, the sales of other magazines dropped, but Wenjian showed a huge upward trend. Can Luo Jia really defy the odds?"

Looking at the data chart on the computer, the editor-in-chief frowned.

"At present, it seems that it is indeed Luo Jia's fault." The editor sighed.

He went to poach Luo Jia, but Luo Jia didn't agree, and he didn't pay much attention to it, because at that time, he didn't think Luo Jia's transformational works would cause much trouble. He went to poach Luo Jia because of Luo Jia's fame.

At that time, Luo Jia's "The Legend of Wukong" was selling very well, and his personal fame was at its peak. If he came to Wenjian, he could attract many readers just by virtue of his fame.

As for his works, they come second.

A transformational work, he didn't think it could compete with Lou Lan.

It’s true that fans are enthusiastic about it, but the work is not good, and fans are not all stupid and will keep paying for it.

But the problem lies precisely here. They never expected that Luo Jia's new work, "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind", would have such a big response. This popularity has simply detonated the entire martial arts circle.

Now they are all filled with regret. Knowing that the quality of Luo Jia's new book is so good, they must invite him over no matter how much the price is.

They found out that Wenjian spent a lot of money and gave a terrifying price of 5,000 for a thousand words. At that time, they thought that Wenjian was jumping over the wall in a hurry, but now that they think about it, they feel that they are really mentally retarded.

Now I regret it, but it is no longer useful, so I can only think of ways to make up for it. The editor-in-chief rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Is it possible to bring him over? Wenjian can give you five thousand words for a thousand words, what if we give a higher price? "

"Um... let's not mention the price. We have some differences with Luo Jia. We had people hack him. Although he might not be able to find anything, anyone with a discerning eye can guess it..."

The editor-in-chief was silent for a moment and waved his hand, "That's not a problem, it's just a small holiday, and it's just speculation. Couldn't it be someone else who is sowing trouble and fishing in troubled waters?

Interest comes first. Those are just small things. If we still want to cooperate, we still need to cooperate on a large scale. This is a win-win situation. At the worst, we must make some concessions. "

The editor-in-chief was very shocked. It seemed that the editor-in-chief wanted to bring Luo Jia over, but after thinking about it, poaching Luo Jia over would create a lot of revenue for the magazine.

"I will go find him, but this person is a student, and he is of unusual height for his young age. He must be a bit arrogant, so we may not be able to poach him," the editor said.

Increasing the price is a good way and the most direct way, but he doesn't think Luo Jia will be short of money. After all, just one copy of Wukong Biography can bring him high profits, and if the magazine wants to give A price that makes his heart beat, then he will definitely bleed a lot.

The gain outweighs the loss.

"We'll find out if we can give it a try." The editor-in-chief said, with a cold look in his eyes. If you insist on refusing, you will be a competitor, and you will have to use some special methods.

…

"Little guy, I'm back." Luo Qingyi opened the door and said happily.

There was silence.

Liu Yaoyao was not there, and it was said that colleagues were having a dinner together. Xianyu Liu Yaoyao originally wanted to go home and watch TV, but couldn't resist, so he went.

So Luo Qingyi hurried back as soon as he got off work.

Ah, the days when my best friend is away and the light bulb disappears, how beautiful the world between these two is.

Luo Jia was not in the living room. Luo Qingyi searched around and found his room.

The computer was still on, and the document was still open. The text on it was clearly black and white compared to the background.

Luo Jia is sleeping.

Luo Qingyi rolled his eyes and crept over, approaching his computer.

It was beyond her expectation.

What's on the computer is not the Condor Shooting that Luo Jia has been writing these days, but something else.

It looks like lyrics.

Okay, write a song for Li Mingzhu?

Li Mingzhu asked her younger brother to have an appointment with Ge, and Luo Qingyi knew about it. Apart from her, my brother doesn't know any other celebrities.

Luo Qingyi understood immediately and gritted his teeth. Li Mingzhu was familiar to her. The two of them had been fighting each other all day long in the past few days. Thinking of her, Luo Qingyi's murderous intent boiled over.

The little white-eyed wolf actually wrote a song for Li Mingzhu?

Is this okay?

Song title: Little.

This song title doesn’t tell much.

Continue reading below for the lyrics:

Memories are like a storyteller

in a tone full of local accent

Jump over puddles and go around small villages

Waiting for the fate to meet

…

Luo Qingyi's eyes widened.

This word——

Surprisingly good.

There is an inexplicable feeling.

It's like a painting slowly unfolding.

In less than a minute, Luo Qingyi finished reading the lyrics.

Very sad.

"Damn brat, you always trick me into crying in places like this." Luo Qingyi wiped her tears with the back of her hand. The words made her very sad. She thought of herself and her brother. Could it be that her brother was also worried about something?