Real people beat scumbags and snatch away sick girls

Then the next time you encounter the same problem, you will still not be able to deal with it.

"Our product has been scrapped, the company has divested, and the project has been disbanded. Don't look forward to it. It's dead. It's better to start a new project."

"It's here with me, it's always been there." Chen Tingting pressed her heart and looked at him persistently.

"For me, it's over."

Bai Weiran thought that there was no need to continue the topic. He wanted to go around, but Chen Tingting grabbed his arm with his backhand. Bai Weiran turned around in astonishment. Close your eyes, a fragrant perfume smell.

But Chen Tingting kissed nothing.

A hand was placed between the two lips impartially, so that Chen Tingting's lips only fell on the palm of the hand.

The faces are close at hand, and the two are very close.

"This is against the law, Miss Chen." Bai Weiran pushed her forward and responded slowly.

In the nick of time, he guarded the purity of his lips.

Chen Tingting was stunned and couldn't recover, her mouth was slightly pouted, like a small octopus.

"Please don't disregard my personal wishes and infringe on my bodily autonomy."

Bai Weiran walked out quickly.

When he walked out of the corner, he suddenly felt that someone was watching him, and he looked around keenly.

But people came and went, and nothing was found.

Probably because he was tried to force a kiss by his ex-girlfriend just now, and now his nerves are a little sensitive.

As he thought about it, he subconsciously rubbed the remaining lipstick marks on his right palm, and walked back to the company quickly.

And after him, Chen Tingting came out, eyes full of unwillingness, staring at his back for a long time before turning around and walking away.

And after Chen Tingting, Qin Ning also came out. Her eyes were not bright, and her index finger lightly touched her lips. Because she had been biting her lips just now, her lips were a little more bloody, red and fragrant, like a cherry.

"This ex-girlfriend is really annoying, isn't it, Brother Weiran?"

It can be said that the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows, a model in this world.

She made a phone call and went back to the rice noodle shop as if nothing had happened.

Xx

"I, I'm so nervous..." The soft voice, listening carefully, was even trembling.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here." Bai Weiran's tone was cold

"How about today, I don't think so..."

"come over."

"I really can't, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" Holding the big kraft paper bag, she took the initiative to walk over to the casual office worker Standing shoulder to shoulder with Bai Weiran in the costume.

"...Godfather of God, I really can't..." Zhen Jing pleaded softly, cowardly and helpless.

"Let others see this, I will die of shame!"

Zhen Jing wanted to run away, but her whole body couldn't help but freeze in place.

"Think about the senior." Bai Weiran's voice was cold.

"...I don't miss my senior so much now." Zhen Jing retorted in a low voice.

These days, she has been forced to put all her heart and soul into the creation, and more energy is used to deal with Bai Weiran's fierce request for revisions. Bai Weiran pointed out those excessively emo youthful pains.

"What do you want to express? Is this something for people to see? Speak human words!"

Zhen Jing had to withdraw from her jaded thoughts, and use a third-party perspective to examine what she wrote. In Bai Weiran's logic course, she was forced to reshape her thinking.

Then she had an idea more and more——

[It turns out that I never started with my senior, so it's none of my business to end? 】

Hearing what she said, Bai Weiran was very satisfied, but he remained aloof.

"Whether you want to or not is none of my business? The plan must go ahead now, Elbow! Come with me to the editor."

In fact, during the creative process, Bai Weiran discovered that Zhen Jing is quite talented.

Forced her to revise those dark and emotional plots. Although the whole story is presented from the perspective of the heroine after Zhen Jing's pseudonym, as a man, he felt a little heart-thumping.

Bai Weiran thinks that he is a person with a low level of sensibility, but even people like himself can be moved, and the general public will definitely double it, super double it.

Zhen Jing's harmless, hazy sick and delicate emotions are written with gentle brushwork, like a hazy veil covering the heroine's body.

Later, after the senior died in a car accident, except for the crazy suicide scene, the hazy and entangled emotions are written very well. Bai Weiran is sure that some male audiences will grit their teeth and envy and hate the object she likes.

Zhen Jing portrays a gentle partner who will never betray you, is loyal, and loves you.

She has her delusions, but in her delusions you are beautiful and the only one in the world.

Many men know that they are not beautiful, so they are happy to be in this kind of beauty.

Bai Weiran even wrote her a cover letter by accident.

Zhen Jing couldn't run away, so she entered the lobby of the office building with Bai Weiran with a bitter face, to meet the editor of the publishing house.

It was a dark, small publishing house that looked like it was going to close down at any time. The editor-in-chief with a mustache and the only editor received them.

"The book market is not easy right now... hey... a novel written by myself?"

Squeezing his moustache, which was [-] million, Bai Weiran put on a polite smile, glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and Zhen Jing, who was holding the manuscript, was forced to hand it over. Her hands were very respectful, her eyes were terrified, and she looked at the mustache. I was taken aback for a while.

Does this girl want to show him the manuscript?

"This is my niece, she is quite talented, I think her works will surely skyrocket." Bai Weiran did not change his face, acting like a manager to speak instead of Zhen Jing.

"Oh, the author still looks very young. Is it okay to write like this?" Mustache said as he took out the manuscript, and the cover copy made him stunned for a moment.

【Sickness is sugar, sweet to sad】

The mustache screamed strangely, "...Sick Jiao? What is sick Jiao?"

In Zhen Jing's world, the art and literature publishing industry lags far behind Bai Weiran's world.

There is a mobile phone here, but it is still the old-fashioned clamshell, and there are no more online articles. Bai Weiran browsed around the bookstore here, and found all classic hardcover books.

The side view shows that the publishing industry here is very conservative, controlled by a group of intellectuals who claim to be literary and artistic, and only these books are sold in bookstores.

From the perspective of market demand, this is unreasonable.

As long as there have been humans, entertainment has been an important consumable for people.

Bai Weiran came to a conclusion: the market for mass commercial works here is completely untapped.

Even if I am not a professional editor, I can give Zhen Jing an accurate review of manuscripts with the help of decades of commercial works ahead of the world and the refined vision of online literature, which guarantees that it can satisfy the public's fantasy better than these classic literature.

But the problem is-

Mustache turned two pages suspiciously, and gradually frowned.

翻到第十页，直接把稿子放下了，满脸拒内,部/书，群:9|8/0'2;0。5:？8！'5,6绝。

"Hey hey hey hey! This won't work! There is no deep core at all. I read ten pages, but I didn't see any depth of discussion or the development of the story structure. It's all about the love of little girls. This thing is hard to get big Hall of Elegance."

As soon as Zhen Jing heard the criticism, she lowered her head in shame, with tears in her eyes, she tried her best to pull Bai Weiran's sleeve.

"Let's go back, okay?"

Bai Weiran remained unmoved.

Yes, that's the problem.

In this world, publishing houses control all publishing resources, and only the things they have screened can be presented to the public. When editors all think that classic literary works are the right way, stories like Zhen Jing will only be considered unrefined.

"It's okay, I will convince him with reason." Bai Weiran comforted Zhen Jing.

When the mustache heard this, he rolled his eyes, thinking that Bai Weiran was just another big boss who doted on his niece and didn't know the direction of the market.

"There is nothing to persuade. The manuscript is not good. Take it back! Or if you ask other publishing houses, the answer will definitely be the same, even worse than what I said. Your niece has no creative talent, and it is impossible to become Writer, let her stop thinking about it earlier and do something else, such as public examination or something."

Zhen Jing trembled all over when she heard this.

Bai Weiran smiled slightly.

"That's right, editor-in-chief."

"I have great confidence in my niece, please give her a chance to publish, please."

Mustache stroked his beard and answered the conversation impatiently.

"Go and go, it's useless, don't waste my time, just say this thing doesn't work."

He is very troubled now, every publishing house has a publishing quota, this year his own publishing house has been allocated three books, but he can't win the cooperation of those well-known authors, so he can only publish some marginal works, The first two books hit the ground hard, and the sales were dismal, and the third book failed, and I had to close the book.

Now he just wants to fool a literary award winner into publishing a book for himself, and he has no time to care about these things that are not popular at first sight.

He was about to stand up when suddenly his body froze.

Because Bai Weiran stretched out his left index finger, and gently wiped the table in front of them with a smile on his face.

It looks like it's just a touch, but the original wooden tabletop looks like it has been cut by a knife, and it is neatly divided into two.

Mustache's legs softened, and he sat back down.

What a monster—what a monster! ?

"It's like this, editor-in-chief." Bai Weiran's tone was gentle, and he repeated it again.

"I have great confidence in my niece. Please give her a chance to publish, please. Please."

The last few words are very clear.

When they walked out of the office building, Bai Weiran handed over the signed contract to Zhen Jing with a relaxed tone.

"Look! I just said I'll talk him out, don't worry."

Zhen Jing held the contract, and what appeared in her mind was the editor-in-chief's face that was whiter than the wall and the desktop that was divided into two, and slowly put out a question mark.

Is this the [reasoning] of the godfather of the gods?

Looking up at the setting sun in the west, Bai Weiran curled his lips happily when he saw that the plan was progressing smoothly.

At the same time, the girl leaned against the door and frowned.

"Thank you, Master Dasuo, for your hard work."

Beside her was the man Bai Weiran had seen before who appeared downstairs in Qin Ning.

Her plainclothes bodyguard.

The man was sweating on his forehead and looked hesitant.

"The job I took was to protect your safety, Miss Ningning, this kind of thing is not included in my job content..."

He looked at the urban woman who was in a coma and tied to the chair in the room, with a tangled expression.

"It's okay, Teacher Dasuo, I will add more money."

Hey, it was because she gave too much and covered up her own conscience, so at her request, she went to bring this woman named Chen Tingting here.

But he was uneasy when he brought people here.

"Miss Ningning, you promised me that it's just a personal grievance, you won't do anything you shouldn't do?"

The girl looked innocent, her eyes were not bright, and she responded, "Of course not."

Because Weiran's brother doesn't like hurting others, she won't do things that make him unhappy.

If she did, it would really make him turn his heart to this Chen Tingting.

She took the kind of ruler that elementary school teachers often use to tap the palms of children, and tapped lightly on the palms of their hands.

"Master Dasuo, please help me take off her shoes and let her feet lie flat on the chair."

Dasuo didn't know why, but so far, he had to follow suit.

After a few seconds he was dumbfounded.

The girl bit her lip, her eyes gleamed maliciously, as if she was slapping a child's palm, and slapped Chen Tingting's soles with a ruler. The unconscious woman woke up suddenly and cried out in pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Qin Ning was very satisfied.

You just use these feet to wear high heels to confuse my brother Weiran, right?