Into a parallel world

As soon as the car stopped, a group of people swarmed forward, and only one person squeezed in after the small car door was squeezed open.Qiao Ye looked at all this with a frown, and suddenly a wave of boredom invaded his whole body. This emotion evolved into the initial world-weariness, like a bony hand protruding from the darkness, trying to drag him to hell.

His shoulders were pushed and shoved by the crowd, and his mind instantly cleared up.The last person inside the car door was standing close to the door handle, trying to move his body as the door closed.Qiao Ye raised his forehead, he knew he could only wait for the next trip.

There were only three people waiting under the stop sign. After a glance, one was playing with his mobile phone, and the other was squatting on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.Qiao Ye stood for a while, and couldn't help but look at the man squatting on the ground. After peeking for a while, he found that he wanted to strike up a conversation more and more. This impulse was inexplicable, it came suddenly, and he couldn't control it.

"Hello----" Qiao Ye leaned forward and whispered. When he got closer, he saw that the man was squatting and swiping his phone. There were dense words on the screen of the phone.

Hearing the voice, the man looked up at Qiao Ye, then stood up and nodded slightly in response.Qiao Ye pursed his lips, wondering if he was thinking too much. This man was just like hundreds of people squatting under the stop sign and playing with their mobile phones. There was no difference. Why did he feel that this man was not simple, even... There is a sense of urgency to make friends.

Unable to overcome the struggle and entanglement in his heart, Qiao Ye was hoarse for a few seconds, and said something that was not on topic: "Are you waiting for the bus?"

man:"……"

Qiao Ye: "..."

Others are squatting under the stop sign, what are they doing if they are not waiting for the bus?Qiao Ye felt very embarrassed, so he shut up.Surprisingly, the other party also took up the conversation: "Yes, my car ran out of gas halfway, and I have to deal with business before waiting for the bus."

"That's it." Qiao Ye smiled lightly. Seeing that the bus was still more than ten meters away, he stopped asking for nothing.

Just when Qiao Ye thought the two of them would wait in silence until they got into the car, the other party suddenly introduced himself: "My name is Zhang Jin." Qiao Ye turned his head a little surprised, and randomly told the other party his name, passing a business card along the way.

Zhang Jin took the business card, took out his own business card from the briefcase and handed it over, smiling: "I think we are very destined."

Route 21 slowly stopped at the station, and there were not many people waiting for the bus at the platform. The two got on the bus, and there were few passengers inside. Qiao Ye chose a seat by the window, and Zhang Jin followed him. on the empty seat next to you.

"Mr. Qiao is excellent to be able to work in Al International." Zhang Jin started with a polite remark. Qiao Ye smiled modestly and took the conversation well: "Editor Zhang is also an excellent person."

Qiao Ye rubbed the simple and clear business card with his fingertips, a strangeness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, and looked up at Zhang Jin with his usual social tone, "c.com is booming, Mr. Zhang has contributed , I have been paying attention to c.com since I was a freshman, and I am happy to see that it can grow to the present."

Zhang Jin twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "So I met a book fan, and I am very grateful to Mr. Qiao for his attention all the time. It is also because of your existence that cnet's hard work was not in vain, and neither is my effort."

"Hehe, it's just that Mr. Zhang looked at... really familiar, as if we have been friends for many years." Qiao Ye looked at Zhang Jin with his doubts unabashedly shown in his eyes. Just thinking of that novel, the inexplicable novel, the pen name is exactly the same as his pen name four years ago, if it was just a pen name, he could take it as a coincidence, but the familiar opening and the rotten description brought into the pattern, it is almost like ...

If he picks up a pen now, after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, his writing style will be like this when he grows up.So this 'wilderness' is just like him now.He didn't think this series of feelings was a coincidence, on the contrary, he felt that all of these were secretly revealed to him, and he couldn't openly explore them.

Zhang Jin pretended to be thinking, looking at the street scene outside the window, the sky darkened without anyone noticing, he said: "It seems that we all feel the same, but Mr. Qiao... this stop is coming to an end."

Qiao Ye immediately understood the meaning of the other party's words, so he stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point: "Recently I saw a novel called "Into a Parallel World" on c.com. This is the first time I've read this novel in so many years To be honest, four years ago I was a half-hearted author with the same pen name as the author of this book."

After hearing this sentence, Zhang Jin was a little surprised. He raised his heroic eyebrows, suppressed a slight fluctuation in his eyes, and replied, "Can this constitute infringement? Or do you want to express that you are the author of this book?"

Qiao Ye pursed his lips, stared at Zhang Jin and said word by word: "It does not constitute copyright infringement. On the contrary, I also want to know who the author is." Now he has a strong interest in this rising author of powerful faction.

The car jolted suddenly, and the two of them followed suit. The sky outside the car window was already filled with burning clouds, mixed with dirty colors, which made people feel heavy.Zhang Jin hesitated, tapped the chair in front of him with five fingers one by one, and after three times, he said, "This novel actually appeared suddenly seven days ago. The work was put into the warehouse, so we didn't care about it, but one day later, this work that turned out to be a hurricane attracted countless book fans, and it entered the gold list without signing a contract. The upper management of the company immediately notified the relevant editors to contact this author."

The car stopped and the station arrived. Passengers boarded and got off the car, but the number was the same as before. Qiao Ye glanced at the opened and closed car door, looked at Zhang Jin, and asked, "And then?"

Zhang Jin's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "No one has contacted the author who suddenly became popular. We used the background to check the private account and tried to pass the location, but we didn't capture any traces about the author. It seems that this novel is Appeared out of nowhere, really 'turned out', but these only happened between us who were working in the background, this book continued to attract a large number of fans unaffected, just one chapter, we can achieve this level, we started Panic."

"You can choose to forcibly delete this book." Qiao Ye said.

Zhang Jin shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Its value is not just measured by seven figures. The moment it appeared seven days ago, the traffic on the website increased day by day. We thought to wait and see, and when we contacted the author, we will Sign the best contract, but the current situation is out of our control, we also tried to delete it, but..." Zhang Jin didn't go on, and Qiao Ye also understood that this book is not that simple.