The anchor is showing love every day

Yan Chuang silently recalled his two interview experiences, heaved a long sigh, and began to look at the information on the 68 website again. ``し

It is actually a joke to say that he is too handsome so he has no job. The most important thing is that Yan Chuang's diploma is really comparable.A bachelor's degree, neither 985 nor 211, is really insignificant in the metropolis of Shanghai.

This is one of the most prosperous cities in China. There are many opportunities here, but the competition is equally fierce.

With Yan Chuang's diploma, it is difficult to find a company with a very good salary, but if Yan Chuang does some secretarial work and earns less money every day than he does live broadcasting, Yan Chuang is not willing.

This makes it very difficult for Yan Chuang to find a job.

In fact, Yan Chuang has been looking for another job like this for more than a month, and the previous two interviews also went quietly behind Mu Yang's back.

Mu Yang probably still doesn't know that he plans to quit his current job.

Yan Chuang lowered his eyes slightly, and he didn't think about how to tell Mu Yang.In short, take one step at a time, and the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. Now he hasn't even found his own job.

68.com updates a lot of job-seeking information every day, but Yan Chuang still didn't find a suitable job from today's job-seeking information, so he closed the website.

When Yan Chuang opened the door and went downstairs, he was surprised to find Nian Maocai standing in the living room.

Nian Maocai took a few books and handed them to Mu Yang. Mu Yang flipped through them in a hurry and put them on the super board without interest.

"Brother!" Yan Chuang opened his eyes slightly and called Nian Maocai.

"Yan Chuang." Nian Maocai greeted him indifferently, and continued to turn his head to talk to Mu Yang.

It has to be said that Nian Mao, who is wearing a suit and glasses, has a full-fledged elite abstinence style, which makes people especially want to push him down or do other things.

Fortunately, his brother is not interested in their same-sex circle, otherwise he will definitely be dragged into the slavery, Yan Chuang thought silently in his heart.

On the other hand, Mu Yang, who had been talking with Nian Maocai, saw Yan Chuang coming down, and immediately ran up to Yan Chuang, pulled Yan Chuang to sit beside him, and then made a puff like a jelly Glue it on tightly.

"Where did you say just now? Mao Mao~"

Mu Yang's voice was a bit too sugary and sweet, it seemed that because of being hugged with him, Mu Yang's mood was much stronger than the lack of interest and laziness just now.

"Frankly, the image of you holding my brother makes me unable to look directly."

Nian Maocai silently removed his glasses, as if refusing to see this picture.

Nian Mao knows the progress of the two of them, and also knows that Mu Yang confessed to himself and that he and Mu Yang kissed. Although he only kissed once, Yan Chuang himself didn't know if that time was really meaningful. kissing on.

Because the work communication between Nian Maocai and Mu Yang can be completed on the Internet, and Yan Chuang helps to watch the life here, so Nian Maocai has not been here for a long time.

The last time I came here seemed to be more than two months ago when Nian Mao came here with crayfish beer.

I don't know how Nian Maocai feels, this feeling that my work partner is about to become my younger sibling must be very complicated.

"Hehe~"

As if showing off a wave of affection perfectly, Mu Yang let go of Yan Chuang contentedly, and hugged his emoji series of pillows again.Brother Funny's pillow is a bit dirty because he has been hugged for a long time. Yan Chuang washed it and it is still not dry. Now Mu Yang is holding a pillow with a doge expression in his arms.

Nian Maocai took a few deep breaths and resumed discussing work matters.

"This is your own book anyway, take a look, Mu Yang."

"Oh." Mu Yang picked it up and flipped through it again, but he didn't seem interested.

"Muyang, are you going to publish a personal blog again?" Yan Chuang also picked up a book and flipped through it curiously, but he soon found something was wrong. The book cover was wrapped in glossy paper, and the cover printed Several styles have been selected, some are calm and atmospheric, and some are full of commercial sense.However, the same title is displayed on the cover.

"It's not a personal blog." Nian Maocai explained to Yan Chuang, "It's officially published."

There is still a big gap between the official publication and personal blogs. Personal blogs are generally printed by printing factories and sold on Weibo or Taobao. The scale is relatively small, and they are generally collected by fans.

However, the official publication must be published through the publishing house, and it will flow to the market.The publishing house will also purchase book numbers like the country, and will print in large quantities, and will pay a lot of attention to both printing and publicity.

Moreover, the threshold for officially publishing articles is much higher than that of personal blogs, and publishers will spend money to buy copyrights from authors.

"Congratulations, Mu Yang." Yan Chuang patted Mu Yang's head to encourage him, and Mu Yang happily posted it.

"Are these the alternate covers for the official publication?" Yan Chuang looked at a bunch of colorful covers.

"Yes." Nian Maocai had a headache, "Recently I have a lot of things. The publishing house has just printed it and sent it to my office. I can tell the printer directly when the decision is made. In order to find one for Mu Yang The right publishing company is really killing me."

Mu Yang's articles are of course very good in the online literature circle, but compared to the serious literary style, they are very weird.

It would be too uneconomical to sell Mu Yang's texts at the price of ordinary Wang Wang's texts. Even if Nian Maocai didn't explain these to Yan Chuang, Yan Chuang could basically imagine them.

Yan Chuang looked at these covers, and felt that each one was very beautiful, and it could be seen that they were designed with care, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"It can be officially published, Mu Yang, you are really amazing."

"Hmph~ I've always been great!"

Because of Yan Chuang's encouragement, Mu Yang finally began to choose the cover with great interest.

"The paper and ink will be handed over to the printing factory, and you probably don't bother to choose anyway." After adjusting the decorations on the cover and the corner of the title page, Nian Maocai put away a bunch of things, stuffed them into the bag, Pushing his thin-rimmed glasses, he stood up and tidied up his suit, ready to go back.

"Maocai, don't you want to stay and have dinner together?" Yan Chuang asked to stay.

"No. There is still a salted fish dragging the manuscript, I will go to their house to urge it." Speaking of the writer who was dragging the manuscript, the aura around Nian Maocai suddenly became extremely terrifying, full of murderous intent.

Yan Chuang put on a jacket for himself, and the autumn evening wind was already a bit chilly, so he sent Nian Maocai to the garage.

Nian Maocai stood next to his own white SUV in the garage, hesitated for a moment, and stopped Yan Chuang who was about to leave.

"What's wrong?" Yan Chuang was a little surprised.

Nian Maocai is not a character who would be indecisive, but now Nian Maocai's expression is extraordinarily tangled.

"Did Mu Yang tell you that this is his first officially published book?"

Yan Chuang was slightly stunned and shook his head.

"Mu Yang's writing before was very casual, and his income on the Internet was also very good, so he didn't care about publishing." Nian Maocai continued, "The publishing house has a rule, that is, as long as the manuscript is approved by them Once hired, it will be much easier the second time."

"Although Mu Yang didn't say anything, basically everyone in the editorial department speculated that Mu Yang sold the copyright of this book to pave the way for the publication of his current book "Anchor Shows Love Every Day."

Nian Mao just lit a cigarette, and the hand that lit the cigarette was very beautiful.

"Ah."

After a while, Yan Chuang responded in a low voice.

"I don't mean anything else, I just think I should tell you. I don't think Mu Yang said anything." After Nian Maocai finished speaking, he sat in the car with an unbearable expression.

For Nian Maocai, if he and Mu Yang were really together, it would be a bit weird, right?

"That's right." Before leaving, Nian Mao pressed the car window, "Have you not called home for a long time?"

"Well, it seems so."

"Call back when you have time. When I was on the phone with my mother yesterday, I heard my mother complain that you didn't call home at all, which made my aunt wait for your call every day."

"Okay." Yan Chuang nodded.

Nian Maocai smiled and started the car.Yan Chuang waited until the eye-catching red headlights disappeared from Yan Chuang's sight before he turned and went home.

For Yan Chuang, Nian Mao is his good, firm and down-to-earth brother.He and his family represent the hometown.And Mu Yang and this metropolitan demon that he has come to for so long represent the distance and dreams.

Yan Chuang felt a little disappointed.

It was only after being reminded by Nian Maocai that he realized that he hadn't been home or called home for three months.

Yan Chuang walked back to the villa, and when he opened the door, Mu Yang was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, still hugging the doge pillow, scrolling through Weibo, seeing Yan Chuang came back, Mu Yang had a big smile on his face .

"Chuang Chuang~" Mu Yang coquettishly said, "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten yet after talking with Mao Mao."

Yan Chuang changed his shoes, washed his hands and went to cook.

Just halfway through washing the rice, she was attacked by Mu Yang again.Without saying a word, Mu Yang pawed Yan Chuang's body like a bear, and Yan Chuang followed him.

After a while, Yan Chuang heard Mu Yang's novel say, "I like you, Chuang Chuang~"

"Yes." Yan Chuang replied softly, "I know."