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What does he want to do?How did he know that Meng Xiu was Brother Yixiu?

Although some people said that they didn't know what Brother Yixiu looked like, how could they believe that the person in the photo was Brother Yixiu, but when his autograph meeting came out, everyone could tell that he was the person in the photo.

The editor called again, and Meng Xiu answered it. Before he could say anything, the editor asked, "What were you doing at that time?"

"Take him to the hospital."

"Did you hit the person? If not, we can still clarify."

"how do you want to do it?"

"If it's not you, push out the real murderer, why should you be responsible?"

Meng Xiu frowned: "...What if it's me?"

The editor was silent for a while: "You are not a nosy person, how could you hit him?"

"He provoked me." Meng Xiu looked out the window in confusion, "Is there a solution to this matter?"

The editor was silent for a while: "You should know that your matter will affect the signing meeting. What will your fans think if they see the author of the novel they are chasing beat him to the ground? Your novel may be unsalable. You know? No one wants to buy something written by a bad character."

"I know." Meng Xiu still looked out of the window, "Is there nothing I can do?"

The editor said: "Yes."

"any solution?"

"You push out the real murderer."

"..."

"I've known you for several years, don't I know you yet? Either you push him out, or you find someone to bear it for you. If you continue to be in a tepid state this time, do you know how long you will have to wait?" Will you wait for the next autograph session in the next year? People who watch this subject are young people, who will go to an old man’s autograph session?"

Meng Xiu covered his face with one hand: "Is there no other way?"

"There are still two days, we don't have time to think about a more optimal method. You decide quickly, and I will call you in an hour."

Meng Xiu threw away his phone and lay on his back on the bed. What on earth is that man going to do?

While Meng Xiu was lying on the bed at a loss, Yong Xiang was studying by himself last night.I don't know who stipulated that freshmen need to study by themselves in the evening.

Yongxiang was doing advanced math homework when suddenly his phone vibrated.He picked up the mobile phone buckled on the table and saw that it was a text message from a stranger.

Wen: I know you are in school, so, five thousand, I deleted what should be deleted.

The accompanying picture was exactly the one that Meng Xiu was devastated by.

The second Yongxiang saw the picture, he immediately put the phone upside down on the table, looked around, and turned off the screen of the phone to make sure no one noticed, and then went out.

It showed that it was a message from a stranger, and Yong Xiang thought about it in his mind, the one who could take this photo seemed to be the gangster at that time.

One month ago, the day before Yongxiang started school, he was always in fear because of the big flower arm.After dinner, when he went for a walk alone, he met that gangster. The gangster had a good attitude and chatted with him for a while.Then I asked for his mobile phone number and said thank you.

A mobile phone number is nothing, so Yongxiang gave it.During the chat, the gangster asked about Meng Xiu, and Yongxiang also said that Meng Xiu wrote novels, and there would be a signing event in a few days, so the gangster asked about Meng Xiu's situation. At that time, the chat was pretty good good.

Mengxiu!Yongxiang suddenly remembered that he had told that gangster Meng Xiu that Meng Xiu's autograph sale was coming soon, if this photo was exposed, wouldn't Meng Xiu be very unlucky.

Yong Xiang hurriedly called Meng Xiu, and then walked towards the stairs: "Hello? Brother Yixiu."

"Aren't you studying at night?"

Meng Xiu's voice was very calm, Yong Xiang was relieved when he heard it, Meng Xiu probably didn't know yet.

"Hmm..." Yongxiang stopped, "...it's nothing, just...missing you a little bit."

Meng Xiu laughed on the phone: "Are you childish?"

Yongxiang smiled: "Thinking of you is thinking of you, which is the same as Confucius' 'know what you know'. This is called honesty."

"All right, all right." Meng Xiu seemed to be pouring water, and there was the sound of a glass being placed on the table, "I'll go find you after my autograph session is over."

"Well, I'll be waiting for you at school."

"Ah."

"Then I'll hang up." Yongxiang looked at the white wall and smiled, "I'll continue my evening self-study."

"OK Bye Bye."

"Goodbye." Yong Xiang put down his hands, his eyes gradually turned cold as he looked at the white wall, and after standing for a while, he dialed the stranger's phone number.

The hotel where Mengxiu is located in City H.

Meng Xiu stood in front of the window, holding a glass.Yongxiang's phone hung up for a while, and the editor's call came, and the editor asked, "Have you decided?"

"Ah."

"who's that person?"

"Me." Meng Xiu looked out of the window, the night with shining lights seemed extraordinarily charming, like an illusory and beautiful scene.

Yong Xiang was really angry, that's why he rushed up to beat people without hesitation that day.

Meng Xiu couldn't think of what kind of reputation this incident would bring to Yongxiang, but it must be very bad. The things that troubled him himself were even more unbearable for Yongxiang, a minor child.

The editor was surprised: "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I know." Compared to the surprise of the editor, Meng Xiu seemed much calmer, "Can I contact that person?"

"I tried to contact him, and he said..."

"What does he want?"

The editor hesitated for a while: "Ten thousand."

"Heh." Meng Xiu laughed angrily, "Is he crazy about money?"

The editor said helplessly: "I negotiated the price with him, and he asked for [-] yuan before the negotiation."

Meng Xiu placed the glass heavily on the window sill: "I can't give it to him anymore. I gave him some money before, and if I continue to give it, it will be endless."

"You gave it?" The editor was a little annoyed, "Why didn't you say it before?"

"I thought he wouldn't bring it up again, who would have thought he would take pictures."

The editor really didn't know what to say, so he took a deep breath: "Forget it, now is not the time to pursue it, the important thing now is how to calm this matter down and how to minimize the impact."

"He is from our side. I will know his situation after I go back and inquire a little bit. I can chat with him face to face."

"It's too late, and your signing will start in two days. We can say that you are cosplaying, but we need that person to change his words first, or we say that there is no credibility. It can also be said that you are saving people , it’s just that the person who actually hit him needs to be pushed out, and you don’t look very good in that photo, so it’s a bit far-fetched to say that.”

Meng Xiu was very irritable, put down his phone and left the editor talking alone, looking out the window.

Then he said, "That's it, anyway, I'm selling books, not character."

The phone was a little far away from him, the editor asked, "What?"

Meng Xiu picked up the phone: "I said, that's it, anyway, I'm just selling books."

"Don't you know what effect this will have?"

Meng Xiu knew it, but he still replied: "I really don't understand, why do you have to dig out this person's private life if you like a work?"

The editor was silent for a long while: "People are like this. If you like something, you will find a way to know about it. Isn't that why our initial plan is also because of this? Use your face to gain more readers and find better sales .”

Meng Xiu leaned his head against the glass window and gave a muffled hum.

The editor said: "I'll think about it again, are you tired too? Go to bed early."

"Ah."

But how could Meng Xiu be able to sleep?He has been preparing for this signing for two months, running, exercising, going to bed early and getting up early, eating fruit, refusing instant noodles and hot sticks, and applying a mask every other day for the past two weeks.

No one is willing to die at the entrance of heaven.