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

Shen Nanyan smiled, and said in his heart: It should have been guessed that he is a fellow.

The number of fans seems to be quite a lot, more than 500 million, but there are very few microblogs. The sum of them is less than a fraction of his fans, and there are really less than a hundred.

Looking up and seeing that the car hadn't arrived yet, Shen Nanyan patiently flipped through it, and found that apart from occasionally posting a few selfies of himself, his Weibo was just about writing books.

But Shen Nanyan discovered the problem. He saw the last article from the first article, and he had no idea what book he wrote?what type is it?Don't even know where it's published?

The most important thing is that he still has so many fans, and none of them talked about the book on his Weibo and urged him to update it.

This made him feel very depressed. As a leader in the editorial field, he thought that if the writing was good, he would sign it, but after looking around, he could tell that this person was a book writer, except for the certification. There is no useful information at all.

Shen Nanyan closed the phone angrily, what car are you waiting for, he directly reached out to stop a taxi, and if he waited any longer, he was afraid that he would smash the phone.

At this moment, the mastermind who made Shen Da's editor-in-chief extremely depressed was lying on his 1.8-meter-high bed, playing xiaoxiaole boringly.

When he saw that Canghai Shengge sent attention to his disappearance on Weibo, he got excited and took a wrong step, so he watched helplessly that the game that could have been passed at the last step suddenly turned into a deadlock.

After Ji Chenfeng sighed deeply and didn't wait for him, he happily opened Weibo.

The private message shows that it has been read, and the person who wants to meet has followed his Weibo again, which should be a good sign.

It was the first time that he felt that it was a very happy thing to be noticed by others. When he was writing a book before, they were forbidden to discuss the plot and the book under the comments, because Ji Chenfeng felt that writing a book was a hobby for him and he didn't want to live. Everything, wherever you go, is related to your own book.

It is one thing to like his books, but he also hopes that readers can see the truest him.

So he doesn't mind occasionally posting some photos of his life on Weibo, or even some trivial matters. This rule that he has set since he wrote the book has not been broken so far.

This allowed Ji Chenfeng to live freely in his book writing career without any worries.

That night, Ji Chenfeng was lying on the bed happily tossing and turning, unable to sleep. In the middle of the night, when the lights were dark, he turned on his mobile phone Weibo and sent a private message to Canghai Shengge:

Nice to meet you, thank you for your advice, well, I think we are very destined, if possible, can we make friends?

He deleted and rewritten this passage, wrote and deleted it again, and his usual literary accomplishments have now become poor words.

After tossing for half an hour, Ji Chenfeng carefully sent out the private message, and then fell asleep with his mobile phone in his arms.

Coincidentally, at that time, Shen Nanyan was dragged by Lin Yufeng to a banquet outside, and when he saw the light on his phone, he found an excuse to slip out.

The wind outside was very cool, blowing away Shen Nanyan's drunkenness.

Originally, he was thinking of skipping work and going home to make up some sleep, but Lin Yufeng found out somehow, and dragged him here in the middle of the night.

If he hadn't had a better capacity for alcohol, he would have been lying there unconscious long ago.