Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

After staying at home for 6 days, Qiu Ya called and said that there was something wrong with the company.

In recent months, he has been busy with graduation, going to Singapore and the United States, and writing. He paid little attention to Yintai Real Estate and went there less. When he suddenly heard Qiu Ya say that there was a problem in the company, he was a little stunned.

Zhang Xuan asked seriously: "What went wrong?"

Qiu Ya said: "Due to the business needs of office buildings and hotels, a large number of new people were recruited. Among them, we encountered several low-quality employees who collaborated to steal customers' property, took advantage of their positions to make extra money, and even hooked up to lure female colleagues to commit crimes. , leading to a decline in morale.”

Zhang Xuan asked: "How many such people are there?"

Qiu Ya said: "There are six people in the gang, including men and women."

Zhang Xuan asked: "How do you plan to deal with it?"

Qiu Ya was ruthless: "I called the police and handed them over to the public security organs for processing."

Knowing that she had something to say on the phone, Zhang Xuan remained silent.

Sure enough, Qiu Ya continued in the next second: "Mr. Zhang, there are two people with complicated relationships."

Zhang Xuan understood that this was the reason why Qiu Ya called him, "The relationship is complicated? Can it reach the sky? Can it cover the sky in Guangdong Province with one hand?"

Qiu Ya said no.

Zhang Xuan waved his hand: "If you can't, then deal with it impartially. How many brats can we still have when we are running a business?"

Qiu Ya said: "The other parties took advantage of their family's small background. Some wanted to reconcile with us privately, and some wanted to file a lawsuit with our company."

Zhang Xuan sneered again and again, and said in a more serious tone: "Litigation? Reconciliation? My opinion is that we will definitely not reconcile. If we want to litigate, we will fight with them. And we will drag it out for as long as possible. I will consume all the energy of their family." Come to this lawsuit.

The legal department we support can't always have a hard time, right? I wonder how long their family with a small background can last? Can you sustain a marathon lawsuit? "

Qiu Ya smiled, that's what she meant.

With her iron-fisted temperament, reconciliation was out of the question. She was afraid of affecting her boss's interests outside the company, so she took the initiative to inquire: "Okay! I understand, and I will handle the rest."

After chatting for a while, Zhang Xuan finally said with squinted eyes: "The water overflows when it is full, and the moon waxes and wanes. Yintai employees have been comfortable for too long. Do you know what to do?"

Knowing that her boss was beating her up, Qiu Ya expressed her position: "I will use this incident to clean up the company's atmosphere in batches. Keep those who should be kept, reward those who should be rewarded, and get out of the shop."

"I'm waiting for your good news." After saying that, Zhang Xuan hung up the phone.

Seeing that he looked bad, Du Shuangling, who was standing next to him, stuffed an orange slice into his mouth and asked, "My dear, is everything okay?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head: "It's no big deal."

Then he paused and asked the two of them: "Although it's nothing serious, I still plan to go over and have a look. Are you two going to wait until school starts, or are you coming with me?"

It was nearly half a month before school started, so Du Shuangling had a discussion with Zou Qingzhu.

In order not to affect his work, and to help his family share the pressure of taking care of their children, Du Shuangling finally said, "You can go there first, and Qingzhu and I will come back when school starts in September."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Okay, then you can come by plane. It will be cleaner and safer."

"Yeah." Du Shuangling smiled and stuffed half of the orange into his mouth.

The next day, Zhang Xuan set off early.

When the Mercedes-Benz passed through Shao City, he suddenly thought of Fan Banxian, and then said to Liu Yafei who was driving: "Take a detour to Chengnan Park."

I haven’t been here for a few years, but Chengnan Park in Shao City is still the same as before. The scenes of beating gongs and drums, singing operas and setting up stalls are almost exactly the same as before. It seems that the trend of the times of reform and opening up has not affected this place at all.

But think about it, these days the provinces and cities in the central and western regions have not seen a single change in several years. Not to mention the city-level cities below, which are still at the stage where the happiness index is the highest, where people are satisfied when they are full.

It's ironic to say that although material resources are scarce these days, everyone is smiling and living happily.

Later generations have entered modernization, but anxiety and lack of money have almost filled most families.

This is often the reason why a photo from the 1980s and 1990s will make many people cry. The memories are always so beautiful, but it’s a pity that we can’t go back.

After searching around, Zhang Xuan finally found Fan Banxian. His left hand was missing, but his right hand was still there. He had not been hacked again for telling the truth.

In order to prevent the other party from recognizing him, he also deliberately wore a pair of very bad-looking big sunglasses, smeared some dirt and plant ash on his baseball cap, and also spent money to buy the cheapest set of clothes from a street stall and changed them in the car. Finally, I put on a pair of 8 cent white sandals.

In an instant, I returned to four years ago, looking completely shabby.

Zhang Xuan told Zhao Lei and Liu Yafei to stay away from him so that no one could tell anything was wrong.

After patiently waiting for the people next to him to finish walking, Zhang Xuan walked over and squatted down and asked, "How do you calculate money by looking at fortune?"

Fan Banxian pointed at the white cloth sign next to him soliciting business.

Zhang Xuan stared at the traditional Chinese character "一元" in calligraphy for a long time, then said carelessly: "I haven't read a book and I don't know how to read."

Fan Banxian stretched out a finger: "One piece."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Which one are you best at: bone touching, fortune telling or birth date?"

Fan Banxian's triangular eyes said: "If you ask me to touch your bones and tell your fortune, all your clothes will be in vain."

Zhang Xuan: "."

In Zhang Xuan's mind, rows of "Oh my God!" flew by, but on the outside, he stared at the other person calmly through his sunglasses.

Fan Banxian proudly stroked his goatee: "Yes, he has the air of a general."

Ignoring the other party's temptation, Zhang Xuan announced his birth date.

Fan Banxian asked: "Are you looking for marriage or wealth?"

Zhang Xuan said: "Don't even look at it, just see how long you can live."

Hearing this, Fan Banxian looked him over: "As a young man, I only look at the destiny before the age of 40."

Zhang Xuan said: "Add more money."

Fan Banxian remained unmoved.

After a confrontation, Zhang Xuan took out 100 yuan from his pocket and put it on the cardboard.

Fan Banxian looked at him from head to toe again and said, "You have an air of nobility that is beyond words."

Zhang Xuan took out another 100 yuan from his pocket and put it on the ground.

Fan Banxian said, "You have great wealth."

No wonder this old man said that his clothes were in vain. Zhang Xuan took out another 100 from his arms.

At this point, he no longer cares about money, but he wants to see what the other party can say? Can you tell me who Chou Yin Mao is?

Fan Banxian reached out and put 300 yuan into his pocket, then grabbed 6 copper plates, muttered them for a while, and then threw them out.

Zhang Xuan's eyes followed the copper plate to the ground. He felt that the shape of the copper plate was very casual, but he didn't see any clue.

Fan Banxian took a look, took the copper plate back and threw it again.

Zhang Xuan asked inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

Fan Banxian ignored him, picked up the coin and threw it again. This time he was dumbfounded.

After a long while, Fan Banxian retracted his right hand into his pocket, took out 300 yuan and handed it to him with a pained expression: "I can't bear to see your life."

Zhang Xuan did not accept the money, but asked: "Can't you see it? What do you mean?"

Fan Banxian lost his complacency and said bluntly: "I am not good enough."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Do you have a long life?"

Fan Banxian shook his head and pointed to a pine and cypress tree nearby: "Qingsong's destiny, but I can't see the specific variables."

Hearing the word "green pine", Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, he was confused by several dreams. It really fulfilled that sentence: the richer you are, the more superstitious you are, and the higher your social status, the more you are afraid of death.

I lived for so many years in my previous life, how could something go wrong in this life?

Zhang Xuan still didn't accept the money, "Then pick the one you can understand."

Fan Banxian said: "You are a filial piety when you are 13 years old. You were in poverty in your youth, proud in your middle age, and comfortable in your old age. You have relied on your pen to make a living, and there are noble people to help you, so you don't have to be busy in this life."

Zhang Xuan nodded secretly, just like last time, he looked at the fate of his previous life.

At this point, Fan Banxian couldn't speak any more. He stared at his face and said, "Why don't you take off your glasses and let me take a look?"

Zhang Xuan didn't move or agree.

Fan Banxian shook his head: "Your fate is strange. I have never seen anything like this in most of my life. Your birth date and your bones actually show different fates."

Zhang Xuan smiled: "Aren't you contradicting yourself? I advise you to go home and farm. If you just rely on deception, you will starve to death."

Fan Banxian was confused and said for a long time: "Three years ago, your fate was not so obvious."

Zhang Xuan was stunned: "Did you recognize me?"

Fan Banxian smashed his lips and regained some confidence.

Since the longevity was not considered, Zhang Xuan asked a question about the "human world": "How will my luck be in the second half of the year?"

"The Human World" has exceeded one million words. He can finish it this summer and plans to publish it in September. He has been writing this book intermittently for two years and has put in a lot of effort. However, he is quite satisfied with it and feels better than It's a huge improvement over the original.

Fan Banxian picked up the copper plate and threw it again. Afterwards, he said: "The heaven and the earth are in harmony, good luck, and the fortune is rising."

I don’t know if this “Jiheng” is right? But Zhang Xuan originally wanted psychological comfort.

With his thoughts at this point, Zhang Xuan stood up and left without stopping.

The other party already recognized who he was, so there was no point in staying. The best he could say was that nothing could go wrong.

Even if I really make a mistake one day, can I still go back and cause trouble for the other party?

Can he imitate the butcher 15 years ago and cut off his other right hand?

Seeing Zhang Xuan walking away, an old man selling dry cigarettes at a stall next to him said to Fan Banxian enviously: "This time you are worth two months of mine."

Fan Banxian put the 300 yuan into his pocket, "I feel comfortable accepting the 300 yuan from him."

The old man couldn't help but instigate him: "Tell me, what is this young man's background? What is his fate? Are you willing to give you 300 yuan?"

Fan Banxian raised his eyes and said, "The secret must not be revealed. His fate is too big for you, a reptile with a destiny, to listen to."

The old man was so angry that his hunched back trembled, "Don't even think about smoking tobacco with me in the future."

Fan Banxian rolled his dead eyeballs down and said, "I'll give your little son a free fortune teller and point you in the direction."

Thinking of his 30-year-old single son, the old man suddenly asked shamelessly: "You tell me, we have agreed, I will take care of all the tobacco you smoke this year."

Fan Banxian pinched his fingers and said, "That pretty widow who often comes to Chengnan Park with you to set up a stall is pretty good."

When he heard about the pretty widow, the old man subconsciously looked at the woman selling shoes at a stall not far away. His face suddenly darkened, he turned around and became angrily silent. She was his old sweetheart.

Seeing this, Fan Banxian burst into laughter, it was so unserious.

Back in the car, Zhang Xuan changed into his previous clothes and took out his cell phone to call Lilith.

It took three calls to get through, and he asked: "I'm in Shao City, where are you?"

Lilith let go of Liao Yun's hand, walked aside and said, "Husband, my mother and I are in Jinling."

Zhang Xuan was surprised: "You just went to Jinling?"

Lilith explained: "Dad is sure to come to Jinling, so we will come over in advance to take a look. By the way, I have thought about it. The city I will choose in the future will be Suzhou next door."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Suzhou?"

Lilith whispered: "Suzhou is on the Yangtze River and close to Shanghai, so it is convenient to travel."

Zhang Xuan understood. This Huniu chose a city carefully. Suzhou is a prosperous city in Suzhou Province. It is close to Shanghai and not far from Jinling. This way, it is not easy for people to take advantage of the situation.

The reason why the city was not chosen in Jinling was that the two could not get married. If they hung out there frequently, it would inevitably attract false accusations.

I don’t know if this is fate?

According to the original historical trajectory, Wen Zheng came to Suzhou, and after Lilith left him in his previous life, she was most likely also in Suzhou, right? After all, this girl is a person who values ​​her parents very much.

She has been in Suzhou for both her lifetimes. Is this destiny trying to correct the chaos?

We set off again and transferred via Huanghua Airport in Chang City. It was already past 4 pm when we arrived at Tianhe Yintai Real Estate.

Zhang Xuan sat in on a middle- and high-level meeting. He didn't say much at the meeting, but he supported Qiu Ya in firing a middle-level manager in charge of personnel recruitment.

This batch of assassins were all recruited by this person. After investigation, it was found that this person had received a lot of favors.

At the meeting, Qiu Ya showed her resolute side, beating all the heads in the personnel and administrative system. Her cannibalistic look made the conference room a bit suffocating. In the end, it was Zhang Xuan who sang the red face tacitly to bring the atmosphere back.

After the meeting, Zhang Xuan praised Qiu Ya and said, "You did a good job as a pretty girl."

Qiu Ya changed her previous state and poured him a cup of tea, and then poured herself a cup: "If I don't act like this, how can I improve your prestige in the company."

Zhang Xuan said with a smile: "The prestige is a bit too much, it's just a sense of presence."

After drinking tea, Qiu Ya asked: "Are you busy now?"

Zhang Xuan raised his head: "Is something wrong?"

Qiu Ya said: "It's a bit of a personal matter."

Zhang Xuandao: "Say."

Qiu Ya stood up and said, "Go somewhere with me."

Looking at her back, Zhang Xuan thought for a while and followed her without asking any questions.

When they came downstairs, Qiu Ya said to him: "Take your Mercedes-Benz. The glass of your car has been treated, making it difficult to see clearly from the outside."

Zhang Xuan didn't know what kind of Xiao Jiujiu she beat? After seeing her get into the driver's seat, he pulled away the co-pilot and got in.

After driving for about 10 minutes, the car stopped outside a Western restaurant.

Then Qiu Ya looked at the western restaurant for a while, then got out of the car and went to the passenger side, opened half of the glass. She put her head in and gave Zhang Xuan a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "You don't have to get out of the car, raise the glass." "Come on." After saying that, she went to the western restaurant.

Such a cool operation

Zhang Xuan, who was in the car, looked confused. He looked into the restaurant through the car glass, only to find that there were five people in the restaurant staring at the Mercedes-Benz in stunned silence.

Among those five people, there were two old acquaintances of Zhang Xuan, Qiu Boren and Chen Jing.

this? Is this a blind date? Is Qiu Ya using herself as a shield?

Just when he was thinking about how to explain this matter to Qiu Boren and Chen Jing in the future, Chen Jing came out.

Watching Chen Jing get into the car and close the car door, Zhang Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, "You're not going to come here to punish me, are you?"

Chen Jing smiled helplessly: "I didn't want to disturb you, but I just thought it would be better to ask."

Zhang Xuan nodded and said, "I just came from my hometown today, and she pulled me here directly after the meeting."

Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief: "I knew it was like this. This damn girl has been spoiled since she was a child, and she does things without any scruples."

Then Chen Jing added: "Today we are having dinner with a family that we have a very close relationship with. Originally we just wanted to see if it would suit us, but I didn't expect... ugh."

Chen Jing couldn't continue talking.

Zhang Xuan finally understood Qiu Ya's thoughts. The reason why he used himself as a shield was because he was sure that Qiu Boren and Chen Jing could not do anything to him afterwards.

After a moment of silence, Chen Jing extended an invitation: "Have you had dinner? Let's go in and sit down together?"

Zhang Xuan looked at each other.

Chen Jing said: "After something like this happened, it is impossible to get married. They don't agree with us and we don't agree with it. Let's just treat it as a simple dinner party."

Zhang Xuan couldn't take it seriously, so he declined politely.

After leaving the restaurant and driving the Mercedes-Benz forward for a short distance, he inadvertently saw the sign hanging outside the Tianhe District Land and Resources Bureau.

Dong Ziyu works here, right?

Look at your watch, 6:17

Although the sun was still setting in the sky, he thought it was time to get off work, so he immediately gave up on calling her out for dinner.

Thinking about the "human world" that was about to end, Zhang Xuan stopped the car and said to Zhao Lei, who was following behind: "Come and drive to CUHK."

Zhao Lei didn't talk nonsense. She got into the car, closed the door, and started the car in one go.

When the two Mercedes-Benz cars were gone, four women from the Bureau of Land and Resources walked out. Seeing Dong Ziyu looking at the Mercedes-Benz cars going away, colleague Liu Jiayi said: "This is a car from the Yintai Mall next door."

Another new colleague didn't know the identity of the car and asked curiously: "Jiayi, how do you know?"

Liu Jiayi said: "You may not know this if you are a newcomer from other places. We locals in Yangcheng all know that there is a Mercedes-Benz like this in Yintai Mall nearby."

New colleagues gossiped and asked: "Who is sitting in the car? Is it the legendary rich man?"

Liu Jiayi felt fresh: "When everyone mentions that person, they always talk about the great writer, but you are the first to talk about the rich man."

The new colleague said: "The title of a great writer is too far away for me. I went shopping in Yintai Mall on Sunday. For the first time, the luxurious decoration inside made me feel like a country bumpkin. This is the real wealth. People."

Liu Jiayi said happily: "You haven't been to Yintai Five-Star Hotel, right? It's more luxurious there."

The new colleague asked: "How much does it cost per night?"

Liu Jiayi said: "For my father's birthday some time ago, my eldest brother-in-law invited seven of our family to spend more than 11,000 yuan for a day including food and accommodation. The rooftop swimming pool is really beautiful and enjoyable. Whoever designed it was a genius.”

"Oh my God! Is it so expensive? How many people can afford it?" Another new colleague who just arrived from Foshan exclaimed.

Liu Jiayi said: "Is this expensive? We don't even dare to stay in the best rooms, and we order food carefully. You haven't seen those people who live in the presidential suite, they are rich."

Dong Ziyu quietly listened to three colleagues chatting beside him without making a sound.

While chatting, Liu Jiayi suddenly asked Dong Ziyu: "Ziyu, you also graduated from CUHK. You are in the same class. Do you know that great writer?"

Seeing the three people looking over, Dong Ziyu said: "We are in the same major and often take classes together, so naturally we know each other."

The new colleague asked: "Do you usually communicate with each other? Does that person have any airs?"

Dong Ziyu said: "Fortunately, he is very easy-going."

Several people and women over there were talking about him, but Zhang Xuan didn't know it. He was a little tired from running around for a day, so he slept soundly against the co-pilot and didn't wake up until he was almost at the south gate.

Zhang Xuan shouted to stop the car: "I'm too lazy to move, let's eat dinner outside."

When he entered the "Fat Brother Food Stall", before he could sit firmly on his buttocks, he heard someone calling him:

"Brother Xuan."

"Brother Xuan."

"Brother Xuan."

Zhang Xuan turned around and saw that Shen Fan, Ou Ming and Wan Jun were eating inside, and there were several bottles of beer on the table.

Zhang Xuan walked over and asked, "Today is not the Chinese New Year, so why did you get together?"

Ou Ming said: "Lao Shen just came back from his hometown last night. As soon as I got off work today, Lao Wan took me over for a drink. It was mainly to celebrate Lao Shen's birth of a son."

Zhang Xuan took a bottle of beer familiarly, touched one with Shen Fan and said, "We have to celebrate the birth of a baby. Come on, let's take one."

"Thank you, Brother Xuan." Shen Fan became a father for the first time, with a happy smile on his face.

Zhang Xuan asked: "Have your wife and your son come over?"

Shen Fan shook his head: "Not yet."

Zhang Xuan was puzzled: "You have successfully passed the postgraduate entrance examination, but your wife still doesn't want to come over?"

Shen Fan smiled bitterly: "Yao Mei'er said that I didn't have a strong foundation and was afraid of being tripped up by others. She said that she would wait until my job is stable before coming here."

Such a girl is a good woman. Zhang Xuan said, "Actually, you can bring them here and nothing will happen."

Shen Fan knew what he meant and smiled naively: "Hey, I'll ask her again after a while."

Zhang Xuan didn't even ask Shen Fan why he didn't stay at home for a little longer and spend more time with his wife and children.

It was just the word "money" that caused the fuss. School was about to start. Shen Fan must have wanted to take advantage of this period to collect more scraps and earn more money to support his family.

After he finished half a bottle of beer and ate some food, Wan Jun also picked up the bottle and touched it with him: "Brother Xuan, it's been a long time since we drank together. Let's have one."

"You must have this." Zhang Xuan didn't stop, and drank the remaining half of the bottle with Wan Jun.

Zhang Xuan asked: "I heard from Old Wei that you have taken on another project. How are you doing?"

Wei Zisen once promoted Zhang, and Wan Jun always remembered it, "I took on two small projects and did a pretty good job. I earned more than 300,000 yuan this year in addition to expenses."

Zhang Xuan was really happy for him and took another bottle of beer: "It's very good. Come on, your happy event deserves another bottle."

Wan Jun was so moved that he raised his head and sighed!

After graduation, everyone's mood is different. Some of them feel closer than when they were in school.

Zhang Xuan asked Ou Ming: "Where are you? Do you adapt?"

Ou Ming touched his head and said, "It's all okay. I'm quite satisfied with it, but I can't keep my head bald. I'm not used to it."

The bald head grew hair, and several people laughed heartily.

Shen Fan asked Ou Ming: "Ou Ming, how are you and Xiao Ding doing?"

Ou Ming took out his tobacco, scattered a few among several people, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ding is quite busy, and we only have time to meet occasionally on weekends.

But don’t worry, she’s doing better than me. This month she became a full-time employee and received a salary increase. Her monthly salary is more than 2,000 yuan, and one month is worth half of my year. "

Wan Jun asked: "Didn't you say you want to get married? When will you get married? I will give you a big red envelope then."

When it comes to this matter, Ou Ming is not sure: "We are both too busy. One is in Yangcheng and the other is in Shencheng. They are not close to each other. We don't have time to mention this now. Can we be free by the end of the year?"

While eating and chatting, a few people quickly drank a dozen beers, but everyone had something to do tomorrow, so they stopped drinking after this round.

When the show was about to end, the topic turned around and turned to Li Zheng.

Ou Ming said: "I met Lao Li a while ago. He came to Yangcheng to see a doctor. His condition didn't seem to be very good."

Wan Jun asked with concern: "What disease?"

Ou Ming said: "He hesitated and didn't tell me. He just said he wanted to see a doctor, so I didn't ask too many questions."

At this point, the four of them looked at each other and almost guessed it.

After finishing the meal, Wan Jun rushed to pay the bill. Several people knew his temper and did not argue.

Before leaving, Zhang Xuan went to the grocery store next door to buy a red envelope shell and sealed a red envelope for Shen Fan. He didn't know how much wedding money Ou Ming and Wan Jun got, so he blocked 2,000 directly.

Shen Fan was reluctant to accept the red envelope when he saw it was so thick.

Zhang Xuan stuffed it into his bag and said, "I will follow this etiquette when everyone has children in the future."

Having said this, Shen Fan accepted it instead of withdrawing.

Shen Fan said to Wan Jun and Ou Ming: "It's getting late. If you drink, don't leave. Come and stay at my place for one night. My place is big."

Wan Jun and Ou Ming agreed and went to the scrap collection station.

But Zhang Xuan was thinking about writing and didn't want to stop at the critical moment. After a brief talk, he returned to CUHK alone.

In the days that followed, Zhang Xuan lived the life of an ascetic, writing "The World" alone in his study, and eating with Zhao Lei.

Okay, what is partnering?

It was Zhao Lei who prepared the food and put it at the door on time, then waited outside the door until Zhang Xuan opened the door and took it in before leaving.

Sometimes Zhang Xuan would skip lunch. Zhao Lei, who was familiar with his temperament, would usually stop waiting until three in the afternoon and help him prepare dinner.

To be honest, Zhao Lei and Liu Yafei are both from the north and have been in the army for so many years. The cooking is rough. Many times, the old man would silently complain while eating hard.

That's really bad. If he wasn't hungry, he might not be able to eat.

Every time at this time, he missed Wen Hui's craftsmanship very much, thinking of the woman who made him fall in love, and the sound of the piano that could no longer be heard from upstairs. Zhang Xuan glanced at the bright moon in the sky through the window, sighed, and continued to create.

According to estimates, there are only 4,000 words left to finish.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time, so in order to achieve perfection, he must abandon all external interference factors, including Wenhui.

His cell phone has not been turned on for more than ten days. He has now entered a state of seclusion. He does not answer anyone's calls or respond to anyone's text messages.

Anyway, if anyone has something big or urgent, they will definitely contact Zhao Lei and Liu Yufei. If these two people don't come to disturb me, it means everything is fine outside.

He went to the small toilet, drank some tea, and continued to sit down and suffer.

When it comes to writing, you have to finish it in one go when you have inspiration and ideas, otherwise it will just be like that and so on, and the little blue pill won't be able to save you by then.

After 10 o'clock in the evening, he wrote 2,000 words.

In the early morning, I wrote 4,000 words.

At 1:19 am, 4232 words, it ended and I put the pen down.

I wrote more than 200 words more than originally planned, but it is still within the plan, which proves that the plot is controllable and that I am familiar with this work from beginning to end.

Put your hands flat on the desk, take a breath, and start checking and polishing.

If writing is foreplay, then checking and polishing is the real deal.

I don’t know if this description of “fisting to the flesh” is correct?

1 am is 48 minutes, and the 4232 words have been reduced to 4109 words.

At two o'clock in the morning, it increased to 4132 words.

At this moment, the alarm clock on the table rang. Zhang Xuan didn't even raise his head and slapped him directly.

The alarm clock turned sideways, but it still screamed stubbornly

Didi didi.!

His aunt could bear it, but his uncle couldn't. He couldn't bear it anymore, and there was no need to bear it anymore. Zhang Xuan still didn't bother to look at it, so he grabbed the alarm clock and threw it out of the window.

In the silence of the night, I could only hear a snap!

Then the plastic broke into several pieces, and the battery bounced a few times, rolled a few more times, and stopped moving.

This sudden throw from the sky startled the two grasshoppers who were kissing each other, and they quickly ran away.

For a moment, everything was silent, and all dust returned to dust, and dust returned to dust.

After 20 minutes, the output was reduced again, reaching the final word count: 4065.

After polishing it carefully 4 times, Zhang Xuan thought that it was foolproof. He screwed the pen cap on, capped the ink bottle, closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again, and the tight string suddenly relaxed.

After I finished writing, I felt a mixture of emotions, including satisfaction, joy, and emptiness and reluctance.

He sat quietly like this for more than ten minutes. During this period, he remembered something. He quickly climbed up on the desk and looked outside. With the help of electric light, he found that the pink alarm clock had gone.

Passed away peacefully at the age of 3 and a half.

Zhang Xuan patted his forehead, hey! Look at your bad temper! There is no one left!

After all, the alarm clock followed him all the way. There was no credit but hard work in the past. It was still a birthday gift given to him by Zou Qingzhu.

Thinking that it was from Zou Qingzhu, he felt relieved after a while.

Collecting the manuscripts, putting them in the drawer, locking them, and closing the windows, Zhang Xuan felt light and relaxed when he walked out of the study. Every cell seemed to be full of energy. He could eat two women like Lilith in one go.

Turning on the phone, Zhang Xuan found that the small screen was crowded, there were 99+ missed calls, unread text messages were endless, and the mailbox even said that it could not be loaded.

Zhang Xuan browsed briefly and only replied two text messages to Mi Jian and Lilith respectively. Then he started taking a shower and getting ready for bed.

It was already late at night, and Shuangling didn't have a mobile phone, so he had to wait until dawn before he could call her.

After tidying up, Zhang Xuan put on some big underpants and lay down on the bed. Maybe he was too excited after finishing writing, so he couldn't fall asleep.

It’s useless to count the white sheep, I can’t sleep.

His grandma’s! He couldn't sleep and stretched himself out, so he picked up his phone and sent a text message to Tao Ge: "In the World" will be finished tonight.

The reason why I shared this good news with Tao Ge immediately was because she was the most helpful to him in this life. Especially on the road of book publishing, without her strong support, I would not be where I am today.

In other words, it won't go so smoothly.

After looking at the ceiling and thinking for a while, he sent his second text message to President Hong: Uncle Hong, I've finished writing "The World" and come over for a cup of tea when you have time.

Maybe he had been preparing for too long, or maybe he had too high expectations. When it came time to publish, he felt a sense of nervousness like never before, so he needed an authoritative person to help him look at it and help him keep an eye on it.

After the short message was sent, Zhang Xuan began to think about the next writing direction:

One is the fifth volume of "A Song of Ice and Fire", "A Dance with Dragons", the sixth volume "The Wind of Winter" and the last volume "The Dream of Spring Dawn".

The second direction is to agree to Penguin Publishing and agree to write a series of novels like "A Song of Ice and Fire" for the American ABC TV station.

To be honest, the first direction was not a big problem. After all, the idea was in his mind and he could figure it out if he took the time.

The problem is the second direction. He hasn’t decided which one to write yet?

This series of novels must be high-quality, best-selling, and easy to adapt, and the film and television adaptations must be time-tested.

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