Sweet Wife, be Good!

Ding Jun did not speak, but pressed his lips.

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

Pan Fangfang smiled and said: "I know, you still have some resentment in your heart. But you also know that the publishing industry is sluggish, and it is difficult for newcomers to make sales by their own names. Only by using their old pen names can they make money. This is also a last resort. select."

"Then what are you looking for with me today?" Ding Jun asked.

"Do you have any new works?"

Ding Jun looked at her warily.

Pan Fangfang knew that he had, writing is always an extremely boring and very self-employed career.

People who can't survive by writing, rarely can settle down and write a local copy.

Just like those authors who were robbed of their creativity and words by Pan Fangfang, many changed their careers because of a bad start.

Ding Jun himself is one of the few people.

This also means that Ding Jun's works can amaze everyone when he takes it out. He has the instinct to sculpt words and hone his creativity.

"Ding Jun, you give me a new work. This time, I will give you 200,000 yuan." Pan Fangfang is no longer a vain reputation in the accident world. The only thing he cares about is being able to stay with Jiang Yue.

She said, "Or you can make a price yourself."

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

Ding Jun stared at her fiercely: "How is it possible? The work is my own child, I will never sell him to you!"

Pan Fangfang shook his head, "If you stay in your hands, you will never let him see the sun. The publishing house is now in a recession, and no one will just publish a new book by an unknown author. Don't think about it. many.

Give it to me, at least you still have money.

Think about it, two hundred thousand, how many books do you have to sell to earn you two hundred thousand?

A published work can earn 20,000 to 30,000 manuscript fees, and the author laughs.

Would you rather rot your work in your hands?

Do you even prefer to eat chaffy vegetables than to make yourself a better life? "

"I don't need you to worry about what kind of life I live!" Ding Jun said angrily, "Don't dream of taking away anything from me!"

He stood up and left angrily.

Pan Fangfang was not in a hurry. She had already asked that Ding Jun had stayed in Jingyuan for the past two years, and even lived under the overpass at the worst.

He has long since reached the end of the road.

He hasn't even been able to enter the library recently, because people dislike him for smell, which affects the reading experience of other people.

Pan Fangfang waited for him to find himself.

Chu Ning and Xiao Yao came to see Ding Jun.

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

"It is absolutely impossible for me to give her my work again!" Ding Jun was very angry and uncomfortable.

I feel that I am useless, even my work is not well protected.

Xiao Yao comforted: "It's okay, Ding Jun, everything will be fine. You have a place to live, a computer, and a book. You don't need to be threatened by her."

Thinking of this, Ding Jun felt relaxed.

However, these were all given to him by Chu Ning, and he looked at Chu Ning a little embarrassed for a while.

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

"You!" Ding Jun stood up and looked at Chu Ning.

He looked at Chu Ning's open and calm eyes, thinking that Chu Ning had helped him, and that she had also fought with Pan Fangfang.