The general attack is coming: the difficult editor-in-chief is online

This person's thinking really cannot be equated.

Shen Nanyan shook his head, because the current benefits are completely inconsistent with the company's system.

For Shen Nanyan, he can empathize with the hardships of being an author.

I stay up late every day to code words, and sometimes I don’t even get a penny.

After it is put on the shelves, it will be criticized by readers.

Based on the above situations, Shen Nanyan formulated such a welfare.

There are only so many benefits he can fight for the author.

Lin Yufeng might not understand, but Shen Nanyan could understand Calvin's pain.

"In this world, even if I don't know others, Lin Yufeng, I still know you very well."

After Lin Yufeng came out of Shen Nanyan's office, he stood in the corridor for a long time. He really didn't know how Shen Nanyan came up with this idea.

Lin Yufeng glanced at this benefit, and it was really Shen Nanyan who tried his best to obtain the greatest benefit.

Lin Yufeng didn't know how he did it, but he always believed in Shen Nanyan's ability.

Because he is unusual, from the day he met him, he knew that Shen Nanyan's development is definitely not as simple as the editor-in-chief.

Ever since Ji Chenfeng made a phone call with Shen Nanyan, he suddenly had a lot of inspiration, and the reason for Kawen disappeared in an instant.

He turned on the computer at that time, and then wrote [-] words and uploaded it.

This can be regarded as an update benefit. I owed a lot of chapter updates before, and this time I uploaded them all at once. Ji Chenfeng finally gave a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew in his heart, these lovely readers would have been waiting for him.

He has been writing for so many years, if he doesn't have any sense of inferiority in his heart, it doesn't exist.

Compared with others, he has nothing.

I don't have my own house, my own car, or even my own savings.

Every day I squeezed into this rented small house of [-] to [-] square meters, hugging that computer, knocking and knocking every day.

Occasionally, Ji Chenfeng feels that writing is something he likes, and being able to write all the stories he thinks in his heart is the happiest thing for him.

Hiding all his emotions in the words to express his mood at the moment, many people may not be very clear about that feeling.

Only Ji Chenfeng understands that the road of writing is lonely, and no one will accompany him to do it.

The only surprise was Shen Nanyan's appearance.

He never thought that a stranger who suddenly appeared would have so much influence on his writing process.

From the conversation with Shen Nanyan, he could feel that the other party's literary attainments were very high, and Ji Chenfeng would feel looked up to by his words and deeds.

This feeling has never appeared before, maybe even he himself doesn't know why he did it.

"Obviously I haven't even met face to face, why can I let go of my defenses between you and me? Is there really such a thing as fate?"

Although Ji Chenfeng didn't believe it, but the facts were in front of him, even if he didn't believe it, he had nothing to do.

"I am really a failure. Even after living for so many years, I still haven't found my own meaning."