The Utopia of the Wastewood Prince

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With the help of Biluo Huangquan, this matter seemed a lot simpler, and Biluo Huangquan just finished the matter that Zhang Chunqiang couldn't get through with his mouth.This made Zhang Chunqiang deeply feel the importance of relationship households in the humane society.You still have to mix in the circle, you still have to go deep into the masses of the people, so that you can face the difficulties at the most critical moment.Look at her Bi Luo Huang Quan, a popular master, whether it is a human or a ghost, she has to pay her three points of face.What about Zhang Chunqiang?It's just an ID that disappeared ten years ago, and no one will know it now.Her social network in Two-dimensional is basically preserved from that era, and the people she knows have either changed from hardcore players to Buddhist passers-by, or have retired as gods and no longer care about the secular world.

She was able to find Qiongda Dada at the beginning because he had been in the circle for a long time, and she knew some old people she made friends with, that's all.And Yue Shangchu and her were not in the same circle at all, and they were not in the same age, so they couldn't get along with her at all.

The most exasperating thing is that throwing money is useless.

"Don't worry about this matter." Bi Luo Huang Quan told Zhang Chunqiang privately, "If Xiao Chu agrees, there will be no problems. He is very nice."

Zhang Chunqiang snorted twice, typed and said: "Well, if he agreed to me, there is nothing to worry about. I will pay the highest price quoted to him at the beginning." She is a very For those who belong to one yard, Biluo Huangquan will set up the line for her, and she will definitely not let others get free.Give what should be given, or it will be ugly to say it in the future.

"He didn't mention this matter, but you can discuss it yourself." Biluo Huangquan also understood this truth, so he didn't say much, but sent a coquettish expression and asked, "I did something for you , how do you reward me?"

Zhang Chunqiang was startled, feeling that Bi Luo Huang Quan's character set had already collapsed and was so broken that even ashes were thrown up.I thought she was a shy mouthless girl, so could she be so shameless?Or did you just write an updated chapter of Mary Sue, and couldn't get out of the plot so that you substituted yourself too deeply?

However, Zhang Chunqiang was favored by Bi Luo Huang Quan because of his short mouth and short hands.She sighed, and tapped her fingers on the keyboard word by word: "Please eat."

"Okay!" Biluo Huangquan replied happily, "I want to eat hot pot!"

You even picked it yourself, you are really a master.

Biluo Huangquan could make an appointment tomorrow, but never the day after tomorrow, and she didn't care if tomorrow was a working day, she just made an appointment with Zhang Chunqiang for dinner.Zhang Chunqiang agreed to others, so naturally he would not back down.

After the Spring Festival, it should be spring. It is still very cold in the north, but it is better than the middle of winter.Biluohuangquan was not bound by work, and ran out after writing the manuscript, much earlier than Zhang Chunqiang, a social animal.When she flipped through the menu for the fifth time, Zhang Chunqiang came over.

She hasn't cut her hair all winter, and it's much longer than before, with natural waves and curls, and she wears it on a brown cashmere coat.Inside, she wore a white turtleneck sweater, dark blue jeans, and a pair of knee-length boots, which looked chic and feminine.

Bi Luo Huang Quan waved at her from afar, Zhang Chunqiang took two quick steps, the wind was blowing under his feet.You can only see clearly when you get closer. Although her face is exquisitely made up, it is hard to hide her fatigue.Bi Luo Huang Quan never took his eyes off her body, and when she sat down, he asked, "Are you tired from work today?"

"It's okay." Zhang Chunqiang replied perfunctorily.

"..." In the cold scene, Bi Luo Huang Quan Zhi Neng said, "Let's see what to eat?"

"I can do whatever I want." Zhang Chunqiang waved his hand, "I can eat anything, there are no taboos, you can see what you eat."

Bi Luo Huang Quan said: "Then I'll just order it casually."

I don't know if it's a ignorance, but most of them are Zhang Chunqiang's favorites.Bi Luo Huang Quan said: "I remember that in a short story you wrote about two main characters eating human hot pot, and wrote about a table of dishes in great detail. At that time, everyone thought you were scribbling. You said it was because you liked it."

Zhang Chunqiang couldn't even recall this incident, but he still nodded as if it happened, and didn't say anything.Beijing has not yet come out of the cold, and it is still a good season to eat hot pot. All kinds of ingredients are thrown into the bottom of the red oil pot, which is full of appetite no matter how you look at it.

"Do you need my help with what you are going to do?" Bi Luo Huang Quan had nothing to say.

Zhang Chunqiang put his hands on his hair while bowing his head to eat, and said when he was free: "No, if I look for you again, how many meals will I have to accompany you?"

"You don't need to eat, you can do anything else." Biluo Huangquan smiled, took a red headband from his wrist and handed it to Zhang Chunqiang, signaling her to tie her hair up without such effort.Zhang Chunqiang took it and pricked it casually twice, so that he didn't need to occupy one hand.

"Nothing else." Zhang Chunqiang looked up at her, "Eating is good. It would be bad if Han Ying knew there was something else."

"Han Ying is really fine." Biluo Huangquan explained, ""Flower Like a Dream" was serialized on the previous website, and the subsequent copyright operation is also with the IP side, and it has nothing to do with him."

"I know." Zhang Chunqiang smiled, "That's what I said." Otherwise, what excuse did she find to evade Bi Luo Huang Quan's clueless enthusiasm?

The mode of getting along between them has always been that Biluo Huangquan talks, Zhang Chunqiang listens, and there are cold silences in the middle from time to time.In fact, Bi Luo Huang Quan has been a full-time writer for a long time, and he is not a social person, so he will get stuck halfway through.It is even more lonely without corresponding praise, but she will not keep the silence for too long. If there is really nothing to talk about, she will just talk about writing a book by herself.

She can talk for a long time about how she started writing, what hardships and confusion she had in the middle, and how she persisted in the end. It seems that she is trying very hard to make up all the memories of the ten years of separation from Zhang Chunqiang.

Zhang Chunqiang went to pay the bill after the meal, Biluo Huangquan didn't compete with her, and sat obediently on the side.

"How do you go?" Zhang Chunqiang asked her standing at the door of the restaurant.

Biluohuangquan looked around in private, this is a small alley, and the road is only when you go out."I'll go out and have a look, maybe take the subway," she said.

Zhang Chunqiang looked down at the time: "Then let's go."

There are few people in winter, and it is past nine o'clock in the evening, and the alley is quiet, only a few dim street lights accompany them, making the shadows long and short.

"Hey, I really don't want to go back." Biluo Huangquan sighed, "I have to write the next update after I go home."

Zhang Chunqiang asked: "You didn't save the full text?"

"No, I don't like to save the full text, and the outline is generally very simple."

"Then you don't have much chance to sell the outline."

"I don't need it." Biluo Huangquan said in a loud tone, but it was the fact that her things would never be sold. "Writing in such detail will restrict my thinking. I feel that every story I write is like It’s about experiencing someone else’s life, and life itself is erratic. You have no way of deciding who you will meet and what kind of path you will take. Writing is like this. I thought I would go on this path, but walking As you walk, you will have new inspirations, and you want to turn a corner. For example, the sub-CP in "Going to the Industry and Burning the City" originally did not exist, and the sub-CP's subject was originally set to be written to death. It is because of the On the way, I suddenly found that he was very cute, and I didn't want him to die, so I arranged an attack for him, and that attack was added on a temporary basis, so the two of them had a happy death."

I have heard the author of the novel I have read say that the creative experience is not a scary thing. Zhang Chunqi really likes the deputy CP in "Going to Industry and Burning the City". It feels like it was sent by charging the phone bill.

"But." Biluo Huangquan said, "Continuous writing will really be exhausting."

Zhang Chunqiang asked: "Then why persist?"

"I don't know. Every time I don't want to write, I tell myself to write more. It's been ten years, and it's pretty fast." Biluohuangquan said, "Maybe I always feel that there are still stories to write. "

Zhang Chunqiang asked again: "Then did you ever think that you would be where you are today?"

"Is there?" Biluo Huangquan asked back, "I have imagined it before, but I never expected everything to come true. I don't know if you can experience this feeling."

Zhang Chunqiang shook his head: "No."

Biluo Huangquan smiled and said: "Because everyone likes you as soon as you appear. A powerful character will attract many people even if he just writes a line, but I can't do it. When I first started writing, I really didn't have much confidence. Either no one would read it, or I was complained about the bad writing. Later, I accepted many interviews, and one of the most asked questions was whether I had written myself crying in the process of writing. I always smiled and said the standard answer, but in fact those It’s not true. In the days when I started writing, I often cried myself while writing at night, not because of a certain character or a certain plot, but because I couldn’t write what I wanted Things, without talent, no matter how hard you work, it seems to be wasting effort."

Zhang Chunqiang looked at Biluo Huangquan and remained silent.

"I recognized it later." Biluo Huangquan said simply, "I set a goal for myself, no matter what the final result is, I will complete that goal. And then unconsciously, I have today."

"Efforts are still useful." Zhang Chunqiang said lightly, "You see, your efforts have not been wasted."

Bi Luo Huang Quan said: "But I didn't know it at all at that time."

Zhang Chunqiang smiled slightly, and stopped looking at Bi Luo Huang Quan, but turned to the distance.In a short distance, this alley will come to an end, and the wide road ahead is brighter, making this place even darker.The two walked side by side, Biluo Huangquan's arm occasionally brushed against Zhang Chunqiang's arm, she lifted up a little bit, slowly stuck to Zhang Chunqiang, and then carefully held her.Zhang Chunqiang didn't respond at first. Some girls really like to walk with others on their arms, which is very common.

But Biluo Huangquan's hand slid down, and several slender fingers passed through Zhang Chunqiang's fingertips, trying to hold her.

Zhang Chunqiang lowered his eyes to look, and swung his arm sharply. Biluo Huangquan had no choice but to let go, and Zhang Chunqiang copied his hands into his coat pocket.

This section of the road has finally come to an end.

"That's the subway station over there." Zhang Chunqiang pointed, "It's only two steps away, I won't see you off."

"Oh..." Bi Luo Huang Quan replied blankly, "I... I'm leaving, goodbye."

"Be careful on the road, goodbye." Zhang Chunqiang turned around first, and left without any regrets.Bi Luo Huang Quan stood in place and watched Zhang Chunqiang disappear into the corner of the street. The colorful lights of the shops on one side hit her side face, changing different colors. Unfortunately, against her dull face, none of the colors looked good.

Zhang Chunqiang's hands and feet are very nimble, and within a few days, the small projects in his hand have been arranged properly.She wrote the script herself, and then handed it over to Scissorhands to collect materials first.In the middle of the time, I waited for the composer contacted by Shen Yi, as well as the various CVs contacted by her.

In the end, it really didn't cost much money, at least much lower than Zhang Chunqiang estimated.She felt that half of the 30 yuan was cut out and reserved, and the rest must be spent on promotion.This is a matter of really burning money. Zhang Chunqiang needs to consider what number to find and how many numbers to achieve the best results.

Fortunately, this is what she is best at. She has a lot of resource channels, many of which are old relationships.She likes such a very pure three-dimensional social interaction, and the price is clearly marked.

"Brother Qiang, have you sorted out the results of the graphic activity?" Li Jiaoyang asked coquettishly.

"No time." Zhang Chunqiang said, "Go ask Xiao Taozi, I'll let him get one."

"That's right, the child has grown up, it's time to be on his own." Li Jiaoyang turned to Tong Yu again, "Honey, what's the result of mother?"

Tong Yu asked without raising his eyelids: "Is it the result of a breast cancer test?" He heard the conversation between Li Jiaoyang and Zhang Chunqiang, but he just didn't want to talk to Li Jiaoyang.Li Jiaoyang immediately said: "It's fine if you can take it out."

"I sent you." Tong Yu didn't intend to argue with Li Jiaoyang.

Li Jiaoyang opened the statistical results with a smile, and said, "Yo, it really is this guy who won the No.1!" In addition to the data, their criterion for judging the article No.1 this time is also an important indicator, which is how much they have gained illustration.He actually didn't know that "this Da Da" was really Biluo Huangquan himself, and he didn't read Tanmei novels and didn't know the love and hatred of those women, but the enthusiastic people who read the comments below said that Da Da must be wearing a vest and mouth That's what I said above.

"Is it Biluo Huangquan after all?" Li Jiaoyang muttered, "It would be great if that bastard Han Ying found out, he would definitely go crazy. Oh brother Qiang, how is your relationship with Biluo Huangquan? Can you win me over? , she writes male-male pornographic literature, so does she like men or women? Is there a date? Do you want to send someone out to make a kiss?"

"I said why are you talking so much nonsense?" Zhang Chunqiang was completely speechless, "Who told you that the author who wrote Tanmei's own sexuality is also a mystery?"

"Ah? Isn't it?"

"Go to die now!"

Of course Li Jiaoyang couldn't die, the company still counted on him to live.Didn't he just get scolded by Zhang Chunqiang, when he turned around, someone looked for him on WeChat, it was Tan Minghui.

"What's the matter, Brother Hui?"

"I want to talk to you about something." Tan Minghui asked, "Are you in the company? Do you have time?"

"Yes, are you coming?"

"Ah."

Li Jiaoyang told him the address of the company, and Tan Minghui said to meet in the afternoon.

This time, he came on time, exactly as he said. He stood in the hall on the first floor in a neat suit, which was out of tune with the loose atmosphere of the office.Li Jiaoyang greeted him with a smile, said some polite words, and led him to the second floor.When Tan Minghui passed by, he saw Shen Yi behind the desk and greeted him.Shen Yi raised his eyes, as if he agreed.

"Little bird, are you coming up?" Li Jiaoyang really just asked in a business-like manner.Before Shen Yi could speak, Tan Minghui said, "Is there any need for him to be present?"

Li Jiaoyang complained in his heart, brother, have you changed your gender?Are you two worried?Are people in your financial circles so straightforward?

"I think it's quite necessary." Shen Yi replied lightly, stood up, and looked straight at Tan Minghui, with an indescribable warning in his eyes.