Fist of Imagination

seven in the morning.

Liang De dried his hands with a towel, took off his canvas apron and hung it on the side of the refrigerator, walked out of the kitchen and returned to the master bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed, held his girlfriend's hand under the quilt and shook it:

"Breakfast is ready."

She closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose: "Tea eggs, corn, pork and green onion buns..."

Liang De: "There are also millet porridge, bean curd cakes, oven cakes, fried cakes, egg burgers, pot stickers, horse shaomai..."

"..."

Shen Shiyu opened his eyes and glanced at him: "Liang Xiaochui, you want to open a breakfast shop at home."

"That's not the case."

Liang De nodded confidently:

"I checked the cooking methods of these things in "Jianjian Jian". They are absolutely authentic, especially the fried cakes, which are made from water-milled noodles. They are big and sweet, sticky on the inside and not sticky on the outside. They are always delicious.

"I have thought about it. I will start a trial operation at home. Once the word of mouth gets good, I will go to the design center to set up shop downstairs. I will make it bigger and stronger. Within three years, I will acquire Mo's Heavy Industry and focus on customers. Let Lao Mo rent a house downstairs. A house sells rare items and weapons.

"How about it? This is more promising than making a fantasy fist."

"Just be poor."

Shen Shiyu led him to sit up, released his hands and covered him with the quilt to straighten his hair.

"Bring me a set of pajamas...the closet in the middle...not this one, get that waffle set, yes, the light purple one..."

…

The two sat opposite each other across the dining table and finished their breakfast in the dreamy dim morning light.

He and she shared fifteen minutes of silence, then they each changed their clothes and stood at the end of the dark entrance.

Shen Shiyu was dressed very simply, wearing a white stand-up collared long-sleeved shirt and a bird-blue horse-faced skirt that only reached the middle of her calf. The skirt had a dark pattern and a gold-woven hem, like a cold day where the morning glow could be seen.

She looked up and down Liang De's formal attire, held both ends of the new tie, and tied a Kelvin knot for him in an orderly manner.

"Let's go." She let go.

Liang De held the handle and pushed open the door, and walked side by side into the sunlit porch with Shen Shiyu.

"See you after get off work," he said.

"Um."

…

This shore of the empty sea is an unnamed world.

Fang Weiyu took his friend's cat away from his friend's recliner and lay down on it despite the cat's loud meows of protest.

This cat is getting more and more unruly. He was so angry and dared not speak out yesterday. Can't you cats' mental state be more stable?

She slumped on the recliner, staring blankly at the balcony of her friend's house, feeling quite like a hero at the end of his life.

Ever since the skylight was opened for AiDian at the S\u0026M Game Jam, Fang Weiyu has been staying at a friend's house to escape from her completely crazy lioness roommate, seven days a week.

She originally thought that as long as she hid for a few days, A Le, as a mature planner, would naturally handle her emotions and calmly call her to go back and kowtow three hundred times, and then the matter would be over.

Unexpectedly, Ah Le's mental state continued to deteriorate. More than a week later, the lioness not only refused to calm down, but also threatened to tear up live fish in her WeChat circle of friends, which was very scary.

Alas, Ah Le, you have unknowingly been alienated by the workplace and become like this. Being in charge of this job is really harmful.

Fang Weiyu sighed and took out his tablet from the back pocket of the recliner and opened the light blog data background.

ID Tunzhou, number of fans 1524, today’s data overview...

At one glance, Fang Weiyu couldn't help but sigh again and again.

The article "Grey City Ghost Story: Shiba Inu Investigator" that she risked her life still only had 75 hits and no comments.

The expected swarm of Furikons did not appear. Alas, there are so many Furikons that you want to throw them away when you don’t need them, but you don’t have any when you need them. Are you disposable gloves?

Refreshing the background, the number of clicks changed from 75 to 76, and a newly registered zombie account posted ":)" in the comment area.

Fang Weiyu put down his tablet and hugged it to his chest, looking at his friend's cat speechlessly.

"Meow meow meow!" Fang Weiyu was the first to break the silence, and his friend's cat ran away.

Haha, stupid feline.

She yawned and was about to play roulette when her cell phone in her trouser pocket suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello Teacher Tunzhou, I am the copyright editor of Qinggenfeng Cultural Creative Co., Ltd., my surname is Liang... As far as I know, you don't have the copyright for this gray urban ghost story series yet... Yes, yes, it's convenient for you if……"

The 76th reader of "Shiba Inu Investigator" stood on a crowded street with a black briefcase in his hand, a kind smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, about half an hour, right? Then I'll leave right away and go to the Alanya Bar in Rhodes Commercial Plaza. We'll see you soon."

Liang De put away the mobile phone that he had temporarily pinched with Huanhai Xuanqi, and Li Zhixian's voice came into his mind through the cross-border live broadcast system:

"Why are we meeting at a bar to talk business in broad daylight? Is this person trustworthy?"

"Brother Xian, can you put down the bottle in your hand first while you are talking?"

"oh."

Li Zhixian took a sip of the 4.5-liter Uigeadail whiskey in his hand, put down the bottle and said:

"I think it would be more troublesome for you to do this. You also asked the outside assistant to cooperate in releasing a full set of false information in advance... Can't you just give her suggestions as a loyal reader? You don't have to be someone else's party."

Liang De: "Of course not, because you will make many unreasonable demands and your attitude is very stubborn. No one will agree without money."

"Me?"

Liang De nodded, "Yes, it's you. You are the unreasonable editor Li who is feared by everyone. I have sent you the list of requirements in your email. Please check it in advance to avoid missing any items."

Li Zhixian clicked on the email, "Wow, no way, Lao Liang, these requirements of yours are too... Why do you want me to talk about them?"

"Because I know how to use people.

"Brother Xian, you might as well think back to our cooperation experience. Have I always played the role of the reasonable good person, while you are better at being unreasonable.

"And you held an online meeting with her through a cross-border live broadcast. So what if you are unreasonable? Can she hit you through the screen?"

Liang De persuaded:

"Don't pretend, Brother Xian. You and I are both blue planet people in modern society. There is nothing we can't do across the Internet. You are the boss and it's over."

Li Zhixian: "...Are you sure that they will agree to cooperate with us after doing this?"

"Of course."

Liang De was full of confidence: "In this world, there is no party A that is more powerful than our Qinggengfeng Cultural and Creative Co., Ltd. Who else can she choose if she doesn't choose us?"

...

Outside the world, on the other side of the empty sea, the original world of Fuyan.

The meeting room on the top floor of Suiyuantai.

Jiang Bailu, who was sent by Zhou Bofu to deploy the work, stood on the podium and made an important speech:

"... In short, I have always been very opposed to the simple and rough work style of Po Lu Tai. I think it is not a bad thing that Mi Xiang died this time. She died very valuable. We should be happy for her. Let's applaud."

The participants applauded happily. It can be seen that they have a very good relationship with Mi Xiang and are sincerely proud of her.

"Okay, stop for a moment and get back to business.

"Recently, the chief and the Lei Ting Xie Zong Tai Fengxian met at Baichuan Haiji and reached the following important consensus..."

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