Fist of Imagination

“…After the meeting, the chief introduced the meeting to me and delivered an important speech.

“The chief pointed out that peace and development are the two major themes of the world today. We should fight with words instead of fighting with weapons, and try to control friction at the level of white robbery. If you die, you die. I won’t feel bad if I die.

“The chief also pointed out, Jiang Bailu, what’s your expression? Everyone will die. I will die too. Will you feel bad if I die? You are pretending. I see you can’t wait for me to die. Do you want to die or not?

“This is not just what I said. Tai Fengxian, the dead bald man, has been talking nonsense for a long time. In the end, it’s still the same. I hate you people who pretend the most.

"Of course, you should not speak so directly to the people below, be more tactful, the minutes of the meeting are not the record of the meeting, polish it a little, you know what I mean.

"The chief emphasized that Zhou Bofu had caused a headache for himself, how much is his face worth, you are playing with such a few crystal clusters a month, Zhou Bofu may not be able to give you much benefit, you can deal with it, anyway, I don't care.

"I hereby order."

Jiang Bailu read the highest instructions from the chief of Fuyan in a clear voice, in a straight line, without any ups and downs. He put away the unwritten speech and said to the audience:

"I have conveyed the spirit of the superiors, you can arrange the specific matters yourself."

He looked at the chief envoy of Suiyuantai in the middle of the first row:

"Lao Niu, have you chosen someone?"

Lao Niu stood up quickly:

"Your Excellency, I already have someone in mind.

"Those people in Po Lutai don't know the importance of the matter and take it lightly. They actually sent a lousy deputy to carry out such an important task. They deserve to die. Since the incident happened, I have learned my lesson..."

"Hahaha, what's the matter, Lao Niu, are you going to give up your skills and go there yourself? It's not easy to give up your skills, can I help you?"

Jiang Bailu rolled up his right sleeve, his face beaming with joy:

"Come on, come on, just one shot, beat the fallen realm today, and go to work tomorrow, safe and hygienic, I won't charge you a penny."

"No, no, no, no, Your Majesty, that's not what I mean, it's not me who goes, it's not me."

Suiyuantai's envoy Niu Meng retreated violently, retreating behind everyone like lightning, he pulled the tall and thin woman sitting on the left and blocked her firmly in front of him:

"White robbery middle position, experienced in hundreds of battles, Suiyuantai's star of hope, enjoys full-time treatment since yesterday, invincible below the red robbery - Ye Jia! "

Ye Jia couldn't move and could only look at Jiang Bailu with an awkward smile.

Niu Meng, fuck your uncle.

...

Unnamed World, Rhodes Commercial Plaza, Alanya Bar.

Half a month ago, this was the site of the S\u0026M Game Jam event.

Two retro-style louvered half-waist doors opened and closed, and the speakers at the entrance of the bar emitted a creaking old special effect sound.

A short-haired girl wearing a newsboy cap lowered her head and walked in stealthily.

After confirming that there were no acquaintances around, she pressed the small round sunglasses on her nose and smiled disdainfully.

That's right, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Ah Le, you didn't expect that I would return to the skylight scene!

Fang Weiyu walked to the bar counter and sat down, and ordered a glass of wine from the bartender uncle dressed as a white-haired dwarf. The dealcoholized wine called "If You Drink If You Don't" has an alcohol content of 0.5% and is priced at 88 yuan for non-members.

This wine can be called "It's the same whether you drink it or not", and a glass here is more expensive than a whole bottle bought online, which is the type she would never order normally.

But today is different.

Something is wrong today.

Qinggengfeng Cultural and Creative Group Co., Ltd., referred to as Qinggengfeng Cultural and Creative.

Because she had never heard of it, she searched it temporarily before coming and found that this company was actually a multinational media giant ranked in the top ten in the world. She was really surprised.

This level The company actually said they wanted to talk to her about copyright cooperation, and they were interested in that gray urban ghost story series that failed miserably...

She didn't know if she was abnormal or the world was abnormal, and she urgently needed to do something abnormal to confirm it.

Fang Weiyu drank most of the glass of "If You Drink If You Don't Have Anything" in one gulp, and slammed the bottom of the glass heavily on the bar.

Isn't this just an ordinary glass of sparkling grape juice? A small bowl of sweet wine is more qualified to enter the bar than you!

I lost so much, I really want to kill someone, kill kill kill kill kill!

As soon as the thought came up, my heart was boiling, and countless thoughts came to my mind. and the picture flashed in her mind.

Fang Weiyu closed her eyes and felt the fluctuations in her heart:

A little bit of mania, a lot of nothingness, a little antisocial tendency, some confusion factors, and a neuroticism that makes her unable to control her imagination because of a little thing. Everything is no different from usual.

I am still me.

I am normal.

It is this world that is abnormal.

So I said that something is really wrong today. Could this be a high-end fraud method targeting dead authors, a pigeon killing plate?

"Hello, is this Mr. Tunzhou, the author of the Gray Urban Tales series?"

Fang Weiyu heard a polite and friendly business man's voice coming from behind.

She turned and looked at the visitor.

...

"Mr. Fang, nice to meet you."

After a brief greeting, Liang De put away his business card holder, sat down on the left of Fang Weiyu, and nodded to the white-haired dwarf bartender at the bar:

"A glass of Cinderella, thank you."

After taking the order, he took out a light blue tablet and stand from his briefcase, unlocked it and placed it in front of Fang Weiyu.

"This is?" Fang Weiyu was a little confused.

"I'm sorry, I didn't express myself clearly when I first contacted you."

Liang De opened the cross-border conferencing software on his tablet, and the window showed that it was connecting.

"Teacher Weiyu, our company attaches great importance to this cooperation. Originally, our Chief Editor Li was going to come to discuss with you personally the full copyright operation plan of the Gray City Ghost Story series, but unfortunately she encountered some unexpected things while working abroad. Unfortunately, I didn’t catch the flight, so I can only have a video conference with you today. I hope you can understand.”

"Well, Editor Liang, you don't have to be so polite. To be honest, I'm not used to this. The more polite you are, the more nervous I become... Video conferencing is no problem, it's absolutely no problem, it's just..."

Fang Weiyu drew several triangles in the air with his hands, as if he was conducting an invisible orchestra:

"I don't know how to say it. I know the situation of my novel very well. I won't say how bad the data is. But even if you put aside the data, there is nothing particularly remarkable about it. Why do you just...

"I mean, for a company as big as Qinggenfeng Cultural Creation... To be honest, I am usually very confident, but it's still hard for me to deny that there is a little bit of absurdity in this matter.

"Editor Liang, are you really the copyright editor of Qinggenfeng Creative?"

Liang De picked up the cup of Cinderella pushed over by the dwarf bartender, took a sip, and said with a smile:

"If you are worried, you can go to the company's official website and have a look at my photo and contact information."

Fang Weiyu's speed of drawing triangles with both hands gradually increased:

"I know, I know, I've already searched. What I just did is equivalent to pinching myself to see if I'm dreaming, but this novel of mine is really..."

Liang De put down the tulip cup in his hand and looked into her eyes seriously:

"Teacher Weiyu, you underestimate yourself, your works, and your possibilities.

"In fact, you have created an unprecedented and perfect character in the novel that shocked the past and the present. You may not realize it yourself, but I, we, and all the bright-minded people in this world will see it sooner or later. There was a bright light about him.

"And what you have to do now is to believe in the light."

Fang Weiyu: "I..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

At this time, Li Zhixian's sonorous and powerful voice suddenly came out from the office tablet, causing the wine glasses on the bar to buzz:

"Xiao Liang, stop that smell of frozen chicken soup and what are you doing in vain? Don't say anything. First transfer five million to Teacher Fang to see how strong you are."

Transfer five million on the spot?

Fang Weiyu's heart skipped a beat.

It's over, what a liar.