Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 67: My Life J God 2

at night.

Fu Ting was lying in bed brewing sleepiness, and suddenly remembered something. He immediately turned on the computer and saw 99+ mails coming in the mailbox.

what happened?

Is it viral?

Fu Tingdian took a look and found that they were all sent by Fu Sixing.

[Hello, is it the software you sent me]

[Boss, I was so lazy before, don’t you mind it?]

[Boss, say something, I really need to talk to you]

...

From the beginning, Fu Sixing's address to her became casual and respectful, obviously because he was afraid that Fu would ignore him.

Fu Ting's mouth twitched. It was not just a small piece of software. Fu Sixing was also too excited.

She hit the keyboard, [Mr. Fu, how is the software used]

It's almost a second.

[Boss, I watched all day and night, and you finally answered my email. 】

Before Fu Ting had time to reply, Fu Sixing sent it again [Boss, I want to say thank you, your software is so subtle, it is of great help to the development of our company, thanks to you this time, Just let my company get through the difficulties, how much your personal account is, I will call you the reward]

Fu Ting replied [The remuneration is unnecessary, I have other things I need your help]

[Why do you say that I can help the big guys, I am bound to define it, the online contact is too inconvenient, how about we meet?]

Obviously Fu Sixing wanted to win over Fu Ting and couldn't wait to the extreme.

Fu Ting paused for a while, [Call me FT, I am not very convenient now, wait for a while, I will go to Beijing to find you in person]

After Fu heard that, without waiting for Fu Sixing's reply, he simply cut off the contact.

the other side.

Fu Sixing tried to email Fu Ting to no avail, and hired a professional hacker to break Fu Ting's firewall, but it was obviously useless.

Fu Sixing was aroused and made a loud voice, "Give me to continue to attack and determine the location of this FT. I must not let this talent go!"

*

Fu Ting clicked into the browser interface, searched out the largest online text reading platform, and planned to write a novel.

Fu Ting had a hobby of writing novels in his life, but at that time, his father felt that she was not doing business properly and she was not allowed to write.

Fu Ting can only write about himself in his notebook alone.

Fu Ting thought for a while, she would need to spend a lot of money and contacts to make Fu Pei become the actor earlier.

Rather than letting her father fight her opponents for a good script in the future, she should write it herself, hold her father, and take advantage of the opportunity to make money, killing two birds with one stone.

In 2008, Internet essays have not been fully developed. There are many people who read it and few people write. It can be said that there are more wolves and less meat. Those who can seize the opportunity at this time are all future god-level writers.

When registering a pseudonym, Fu Ting used the pseudonym he had thought of in his last life-Fenghua.

Fu listened to a lot of stories in the last life and didn't have the chance to play. Now the opportunity came. She didn't even need to write the story outline, and just started typing on the keyboard.

Fu Ting's typing speed is very fast, seven to eight thousand per hour.

Write the opening 10,000 words in two hours and upload it.

She wrote a suspenseful text, the title of the book is [Truth].

At this time, there were few suspenseful texts, and most of the authors were not professional enough to attract readers.

Fu understands things in many fields, and writing is not a problem at all, and she is confident that this book will definitely catch on.

Don't ask, ask is-the intuition of the boss.

Click Send.

Fu Ting glanced at the time, it was one o'clock in the morning.

Looking at the date again, she suddenly realized that this time today is exactly the time when her natal J God started broadcasting!

Tired of being too arrogant, and getting out too early will fight with Dad, so I must wait for the most appropriate time.

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Brother Jun raised his lips and smiled loosely: I just pretended to be forced to show my presence. The younger sisters remember me, next time I will play in the most handsome pose.

(End of this chapter)