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Bai Shangshang didn't sleep the whole night.Not only because of the upside-down quarrel on the Internet, but also because Xu Jingzhi came to her house again.She had always warmly welcomed Xu Jingzhi's hospitality, but when twenty reporters squatted downstairs in her house, she felt that what he did was inappropriate.

If it was a reporter from Hong Kong, she might have taken a title like "Mr. .She has been a pure girl for ten years, and suddenly grabs a man with an Internet celebrity, and now the evaluation of her on the Internet is mixed.

But the halo that Xu Jingzhi gave her brought real benefits.The old books she had piled up in Jingyu's warehouse were suddenly snapped up, and Brother Riehuo went to the printing factory to reprint them overnight.Now she has become a veritable No. 2 sister of Jingyu, and her data is far behind No. [-].

What made her even more happy was that her film and television copyrights were sought after by various giants overnight. Penguin and Ali came to purchase one after another. She jumped from a B-level author to an A+ level author, and the film and television prices of a single book soared seven digits.There are too many people who want to climb up to the Xu family!Her book is currently priceless, and everyone is snapping it up.

Bai Shangshang couldn't hide the joy in his heart, and couldn't help sharing it with Xu Jingzhi, but he didn't listen.He was still immersed in the haze of breaking up with his father last night, absent-minded, answering irrelevant questions.He only had one thing on his mind, and that was to know which author his brother was and what books he had written.He suddenly caught the key word in Bai Shangshang's chattering show off, sat up and said ecstatically, "You are also the author of Jingyu, right?!"

Bai Shangshang: "..."

"Have you ever heard of an author named Xu?"

"We authors all use pen names. You shouldn't think that my real name is Bai Shangshang."

Xu Jingzhi did not give up: "Have you always participated in the author's pen meeting? He is tall and thin, wears glasses, looks very refined and well-mannered! If you have met him, you will definitely not forget him, he is very good!"

Bai Shangshang shook his head.If there really was such a man who was "mistaken at first sight for life", she wouldn't be single now.

"No, I'll ask the editor-in-chief to check." He contacted Lie Huo and asked him to find out if there was an author named Xu Anzhi.

"What's wrong with you? Are you arguing with your family again?" Bai Shangshang tried to care about him.She spared no effort to know more about him, not just out of curiosity, but because she thought she had the responsibility, just like Xu Jingzhi had the responsibility to buy for her when he pursued her.This is an equivalent exchange.

Xu Jingzhi snorted: "The old man refuses to buy Jingyu's copyright because of my brother's affairs. If he doesn't pay, where will I save my face? I'll just run away, don't worry about killing him!"

Bai Shangshang was taken aback. In her eyes, Xu Jingzhi was like a walking RMB. How can she say that if she becomes a big pig's elbow, she will become a big pig's elbow: "Then you hurry up and reconcile with your father! For Jingyu's sake, What does that look like."

"Sihai is here." And his brother.

Bai Shangshang looked at him sympathetically: "They lied to you. Si Hai passed away a long time ago."

Xu Jingzhi turned her head suddenly: "What did you say?"

"Sihai Zongheng passed away five years ago, the one you saw was the gunman." Bai Shangshang betrayed Jingyu without hesitation.She doesn't have any struggles between her own interests and those of Kyung Woo.She doesn't need Xu Jingzhi who has no money.

However, Xu Jingzhi didn't jump into a rage like she thought, he was stunned, and then he seemed to think of something, and his whole body began to tremble.With a pale face, he dialed Brother Liehuo's phone number. Brother Liehuo faltered over there. He found out who Xu Anzhi was, but he didn't dare to take the initiative to tell.

"He's all over the world, right?" Xu Jingzhi asked, "He already..."

Can't make a sentence, can't cry.

The doorbell rang just right, and Bai Shangshang took a look through the door opening, and began to believe that there are indeed tall, thin, gentle and well-educated men in this world, who can be mistaken for life at first sight.

"Hi, I'm Zhuang Mo."

"Hello, hello!" Bai Shangshang called him last night, recognized his recognizable magnetic voice, and shook hands with him graciously.

"Thank you very much for your support to our company. Yesterday, because you put the column address on the top of Weibo, the new registered users of the entire reading program flooded to 50. The IT team has been working on the website for two years, and the average daily activity is barely It was maintained at 500 to [-] yuan, but now it has soared to [-] million yuan, and I am dumbfounded. We will cover all your cosmetics and skin care products this year, and we will also send you two trips abroad for free."

Bai Shangshang was overwhelmed by flattery: "You are too polite!" Jing Yu was extremely stingy when he was in Wu Lan's hands, and it would be considered generous to give a new book every year and festival, but Zhuang Mo's generosity made Bai Shangshang elated.

After coaxing the first sister, Zhuang Mo looked around her boudoir: "Mr. Xu, he..."

Bai Shangshang glanced at the bedroom, Zhuang Mo smiled at her, pushed the door open and entered.

"You were from that time..." Xu Jingzhi remembered meeting this person once during the negotiation with Jingyu.He was very wary of strangers, and immediately wiped away his tears, trying to hide the traces of crying.

Zhuang Mo sat down beside him, and gave him a bunch of pure white chrysanthemums: "I am the editor of Xihui, and also his friend. It just so happens that Xihui was a student of the world when he was in junior high school. He has been subsidizing him until he went to university, and it was all because of the influence of his teacher that he embarked on the path of literature. At that time, he felt that he was the most suitable author for the ending of "The Great Chronicle". It turned out that it was God's will in the dark. , I’m here to visit his family on behalf of Jingyu, please accept my condolences.”

When Xu Jingzhi heard the word "family", she took his chrysanthemum again, and immediately became the younger brother of the elder brother who died at the memorial service, crying and telling him about her brother.

Xu Jingzhi choked up several times when talking about his elder brother discovering that he was peeking at "The Grand Chronicle": "He was very surprised and shy at the time, so it was he who wrote it... You said how shameful he should be, I didn't even think about it I also begged him not to tell my father, he said no, and later every time a new book came out, he would be the first to send it to me..." When he talked about this, his expression became firm, "I, I must let the little cripple Make up the ending. Since the little cripple was taught by him and he is gone, only the little cripple can finish this book. I will never let his book rot in the pile of old papers. The IP of "Ji", let everyone read the stories he wrote!"

Zhuang Mo hummed: "Last night after learning that Si Hai Zong Heng is your elder brother, the editor-in-chief Wu Lan decided to transfer the copyright of "The Grand Chronicle" to you for free."

The Sri Lankan is far away, asking his family to spend 5000 million to buy the copyright, a kind old man can't do this kind of thing.Zhuang Mo respected his opinion, and was also moved by the story behind "The Grand Chronicle", so he agreed to his proposal.

Xu Jing was taken aback, and tears suddenly fell from her eyes.Most of the time he lived a dull, vulgar and boring life, despised all noble and profound things, and declared that they did not exist.But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his heart was illuminated, and his limbs were throbbing with a warm and powerful pulse, which he had never experienced before.At this moment, he vaguely felt the trace of that person's existence.He exists between the lines written by the little cripple, in the warm eyes of strangers like Zhuang Mo and Wu Lan, and in his trembling heart.He experienced a kind of indescribable holiness. This kind of holiness changed his inferiority and vulgarity, allowing him to share the glory that belonged to his brother.

"Okay, okay..." Zhuang Mo patted him on the back, comforting Xu Jingzhi who was covering his face and crying, "Let's make his story better."