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In the next few days, Zeng Yu didn't open the store, because he could see people from upstairs looking at the store from across the street.Although he didn't see the post on the forum, he wouldn't be so stupid as to think that those people came here to buy candy.

Fortunately, he opened the shop just to give himself a sustenance, to pass the time, so as not to live too much, leaving room for himself to dig into the corners.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be considered a profitable candy store. According to his mediocre operation, it might lose money and be liquidated for a long time.

Zeng Yu has been coding and hoarding manuscripts at home for several days in a row.Because he could predict that he would put everything back in order to get closer to Liang Heng, so for the first time in several years, he piled up many chapters in the manuscript box.

After the first "Mi Xin" was finished, the two people who served as the prototype of the story were satisfied, and Zeng Yu stopped writing emotional articles.

When writing a novel with the main plot, the advancement of the logic line and the confinement and perfection of the world view can make Zeng Yu feel that her thinking and emotions have been relaxed to the maximum extent.

In the past few months, Zeng Yu has been updating a book on traveling through infrastructure.In fact, he can feel that the amount of updates on the third day is a bit slow for the progress of the plot, but he always has some strange and stubborn habits.

For example, the update rhythm that I have been used to for several years, for example, no matter which month a new article is published, the date must be the 27th, and the update time is 3690 pm every day.

So some of his old readers are also used to leave comments after each chapter is updated, and wait until the text is fattened before slaughtering.Also because of Zeng Yu's self-willed habit of updating, he is now able to rank among the top ten writers in the online literary world by virtue of his aura and writing skills, but his income can only be ranked in the top thirty.

In this industry that relies on selling words and inspiration for a living, he is really not diligent enough.Fortunately, he is not short of money to spend.

But Zeng Yu suddenly wanted to make some changes in her unchanging life.Start with these details that he is used to.

Ever since she sent Liang Heng the first text message after the reunion on July 7th, Zeng Yu wanted to make some changes, so that her current and future life would be different from the peaceful but empty days of the past few years .

So he opened a new book on emotional flow on July 7th, which was updated together with the infrastructure article at hand.The new book is called "Lijiu", and it is also three days a day, but the update time is changed to 20:11 every day, and each chapter has a fixed 27 words.

Once again his story has a prototype.

Zeng Yu made her mark in the online literary world with "Mi Xin", an emotional romance novel, but the articles she wrote in the next few years focused on the plot, and the emotional line was almost negligible.

This time, it suddenly opened a new one, and one could tell from the copywriting that it was a flow of emotion, which still attracted a lot of attention.Of course, there are those who are looking forward to support, and there are also many who are waiting to see him make ugly plays.It's just that Zeng Yu didn't pay much attention.

After staying at home for a few days, she finished typing the drafts of two books at home for the next two weeks. Zeng Yu took a shower, dried her hair, and was still wearing her usual T-shirt and canvas shoes before going to the hotel agreed with the director. .

It is said that the producer is very busy, and he happened to be attending a celebration banquet at the hotel today, so he had time to meet Zeng Yu.

[If you are an outsider, you don’t know that the producer holds the power of life and death in the crew, script, equipment, actors, funds, basically everything you want about the crew, he can manage it. ]

Before the meeting, the director sent several voice messages to Zeng Yu, detailing which brand of cigarettes the producer likes to smoke.

[Headquarters Li has several options for this investment, and I am most optimistic about yours, but it is not certain whether it is suitable for his taste.Tonight we will cooperate and try to get him done. ]

In the taxi, Zeng Yu frowned after listening to the voice played in the earphones.The mood of stepping into a new field that I sorted out before going out, and the psychological preparation that I finally made to communicate with strangers were all scattered all over the place.

Things were not what he expected.

The director's enthusiastic attitude and the content of the previous discussion made Zeng Yu think that this side has decided to use his novel, and the current procedure is to exchange cooperation details.

Only then did he realize that he still had to work as a producer, and the director hadn't mentioned this in advance, or deliberately concealed this part of the truth.This made Zeng Yu feel uncomfortable that she was being pushed out of the shelves.

Let's not say that this is something Zeng Yu is not good at, but Zeng Yu doesn't have a strong urge to make "Mi Xin" into a film and television.It was because this person was found and the prototype of the story also wanted to see others act it out, so he agreed to understand it first.

What the director is saying now is to ask Zeng Yu to meet up later, so that he can cater to the producer with him.

He talked about art and pursuit before, which made Zeng Yu a little skeptical about his professional ability.After checking on the Internet that several films he directed had good reputations, Zeng Yu felt a little relieved.

But now he keeps telling Zeng Yu about the producer's preferences and taboos, and Zeng Yu's little interest in the film and television industry has almost extinguished.

"Mr. Zeng, hello, I've been waiting for a long time." Director Wang got off the car at the entrance of the hotel, and saw Zeng Yu who had arrived first hurried over to say hello.

Zeng Yu shook her head, and tried her best to suppress the displeasure growing up in her heart along the way, "I just arrived too, just call me Xiao Zeng."

This person was not far behind Zeng Yu in age, and looked older than Zeng Yu, but he always deliberately lowered his posture and called the teacher courteously, which made Zeng Yu feel uncomfortable.

"President Li is upstairs, let's go up quickly."

After Wang Dao finished speaking, he led the way ahead, half a body away from Zeng Yu.But as he walked, he felt that the people behind him didn't seem to be following, so he looked back.Seeing Zeng Yu's walking posture, she froze in place.

He didn't know that the well-known young author in the online literature circle was a disabled person.

The last time we met at a cafe, there were already people waiting when he arrived.After the chat, he also left beforehand.So I never knew that "Hengyu", who has many readers on the Internet, has leg problems.

"Teacher Zeng, you..." He hesitated.

Zeng Yu waved her hand nonchalantly, signaling him to continue walking, "It's okay, let's go."

It's all here, if the producer is reliable, Zeng Yu still wants to make that person's idea come true, even though he can't see it anymore.

Director Wang took Zeng Yu to the elevator, his expression became serious along the way.

Outside the private room, with his back to the door, Director Wang hesitated even more: "Mr. Zeng, why...or you don't go in. I'll go talk to Mr. Li."

"Because Mr. Li might not want to meet a lame person?" Zeng Yu could see that Director Wang's attitude of actively introducing him had changed after he found out that he had a leg problem, so he guessed.

"No," Director Wang wiped his face, sighed heavily, and said to Zeng Yu, "Anyway, don't come in..."

"Xiao Wang? Why don't you contact me when you arrive." A man dressed formally, with a medium build and an expressionless face just opened the door and came out.

When he saw Zeng Yu's face, he showed a hint of amazement that wouldn't make people feel bored, but he quickly retracted it and nodded friendly to Zeng Yu.

"Hello, Mr. Li." Director Wang said hello, and introduced to the two of them: "This is the author of the book "Mi Xin", whose surname is Zeng. This is Mr. Li."

Feeling that Mr. Li's first impression is not annoying, not too greasy, he looks like an ordinary businessman, Zeng Yucai said: "Hello, Mr. Li."

"Come in, they are still chatting, let's go to the side hall and talk about your book." Mr. Li opened the door and let Zeng Yu and the others in.

Zeng Yu was farther away from the door, and he only took a step after Director Wang entered.

But he soon realized that he was going to turn around and walk in front. After seeing his walking posture, Mr. Li, who had a normal attitude towards him, changed his calm eyes and expression to obvious interest and scrutiny, and even walked around to Zeng Yu. He closed the door behind him.

Zeng Yu's heart skipped a beat, and her unrelenting defenses were heightened.

At the lively dinner table in the main hall, apart from some people with ambiguous eyes, a person who was already irritated by the boring dinner also raised his eyes to see Mr. Li and the people around him, his indifferent eyes darkened a little.The boring web page on the phone was quickly replaced by a chat interface, and a few messages were sent out.

After sitting down, Mr. Li personally poured a cup of tea for Zeng Yu, but he didn't answer Director Wang's question about the script.The topic is boring and unfocused, but it is not over the line.

Zeng Yu didn't touch the glass of water, and finally understood why Director Wang wanted him not to come in after he found out that he was lame.He quickly felt impatient, and tried to mention leaving several times, but the topic was changed.

It may be that there are still many people in the main hall separated by the screen, and the person surnamed Li has been separated by a certain distance, so Zeng Yu is not too worried about the danger she will encounter here.

But being irritated by being entangled, Zeng Yu lost her temper, so she simply stopped talking and ignored the two people next to her. She sat on the end of the sofa and looked at her phone with her head down, paying attention to the person surnamed Li from the corner of her eye.I want to leave directly under the guise of making a phone call.

"Xiao Zeng, it's a hot day, you feel uncomfortable with your glands sticking to your body?" Maybe he misunderstood Zeng Yu's silence, Li, who was surnamed Li, waved his hand to Director Wang who was trying to divert his attention, telling him to keep silent, talking, Finally, she moved closer to where Zeng Yu was sitting.

Noticing that he raised his hand to reach the back of his neck, without thinking much, Zeng Yu quickly picked up the ashtray on the low table by her hand, and slammed it on his head.

Following Mr. Li's yells of anger and pain, blood immediately flowed out and covered his face, and his clean white shirt was also stained with blood.

"Damn cripple! How the hell do you dare!" Mr. Li asked loudly, clutching his forehead in pain.

The people chatting happily in the main hall also fell silent for a moment.But before they rushed over, the door of the private room was slammed open from the outside.

With a sullen face, Zeng Yu calmly concealed her trembling hands, put down the bloody ashtray, slowly took out a tissue to wipe her hands clean, rolled the bloody tissue into a ball, and threw it on the director Wang's superficial concern but secretly held her back. On the person, stood up as if nothing had happened.

Before Zeng Yu turned to leave, someone had already approached from behind, covering his eyes with warm hands, and firmly grasping his cold wrists with the other hand so that his back was facing the blood-stained person on the sofa. He picked it up and took it out of the private room.

In an instant, Zeng Yu was wrapped in thick abstract pheromones, and the warmth that naturally spread from the glands awakened his cold and trembling body.The reassuring smell and the familiar touch on the skin soothed the heart he raised and gently coaxed it back into place.

The dark thoughts and heavy emotions that could not be suppressed in Zeng Yu's heart were all surrendered to the dazzling and powerful sunshine.

It was Liang Heng.

The author has something to say: Mom: Zeng Zeng, you are so ruthless

Zeng Zeng: Is there any?i'm scared to death

Surnamed Li: You are afraid that I will not die!

Xiaoliang: How can the ×× upstairs still talk?

Rounding met!

Little angels, do you want to guess the pheromone taste of Xiaoliang~

Thank you for stopping by and watching~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution before Zeng Zeng and Xiao Liang met: 2 bottles of Ruan Ruan