Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 510 Peaceful Development
"...After the meeting, the chief executive briefed me on the meeting and delivered an important speech.

"The chief pointed out that peace and development are the two major themes of Yuan Kukai in today's world. It is necessary to fight with words instead of fighting with violence. Try to control the friction at the level of white robbery. If you die, you will die, and you will not feel bad when you die.

"The chief also pointed out, Jiang Bailu, what expression do you have, whoever dies, I will die too, will you feel bad when I die, you pretend to be a fart, I think you wish I would die sooner, die or not, you.

"I'm not the only one who said this. Tai Fengxian, a bald man, beat around the bush and talked nonsense for a long time. In the end, that's not what he meant. It annoys you pretenders the most.

"Of course, don't speak so bluntly to the people below, be euphemistic, meeting minutes are not meeting minutes, just polish it up a little bit, you know what I mean.

"The chief stressed that Zhou Bofu's troubles caused him a headache. How much is his face worth? What are you doing with just a few crystal clusters in a month? Zhou Bofu may not be able to give it to you. How good you are, you can handle it, anyway, I don't care.

"Chin this."

Jiang Bailu finished reading the highest instruction from the head of the compound eye with a straight voice, a straight line, and no ups and downs. He put away the wordless speech in a solemn and solemn manner, and said to the audience:

"I have conveyed the spirit of the superior, and you can arrange the specific affairs yourself."

He looked at the envoy of Suiyuan Terrace in the middle of the first row:

"Old Niu, have you chosen a good person?"

The old cow stood up quickly:

"Junzuo, I have already chosen someone in my heart.

"Those people in Polutai don't know the seriousness and take it lightly. They sent such a bad deputy to carry out such an important task. It's more than enough to die. Since the incident happened, I have learned from it..."

"Hahaha, what's the matter, old cow, are you going to go there in person? Your skills are not good, so let me help you?"

Jiang Bailu rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, his face beaming with delight:

"Come here, come here, just one moment, just one moment, you will be in trouble today, and you will go to work tomorrow. It is safe and hygienic, and you will not be charged a penny."

"Don't, don't, don't, Junzuo, I didn't mean that, it wasn't me, it wasn't me."

Suiyuan Terrace was causing Niu Meng's figure to retreat violently, and retreated behind everyone like lightning. He pulled the tall and thin woman sitting on the left, and firmly blocked her in front of him:

"The middle position of Baijie, experienced in many battles, the star of hope in Suiyuantai, has been enjoying full-time treatment since yesterday, and the invincible opponent below Chijie—Ye Jia!"

Ye Jia couldn't move, he could only look at Jiang Bailu and smile awkwardly.

Niu Meng, I'll fuck you, uncle.

……

Unnamed World, Rhodes Commercial Plaza, Alanya Qing Bar.

Half a month ago, it was the site of S&M Game Jam.

When the two retro-style louvered half-waisted doors are opened and closed, the speakers at the entrance of the bar emit creaking old special effects.

A short-haired girl wearing a newsboy hat slanted her head down and sneaked in.

After confirming that there were no acquaintances around, she pressed the small round sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, with a disdainful smile on her lips.

That's right, the most dangerous place is the safest place, Ah Le, you didn't expect that I would return to the scene of opening the skylight!

Fang Weiyu went to the bar and sat down, and ordered a glass of de-alcoholized wine called "Ruodrink Ruowu" from the bartender dressed as a white-haired dwarf, with an alcohol content of 0.5%, and the price for non-members was 88 yuan.

This wine can be called "It's the same whether you drink it or not", and drinking a glass here is more expensive than buying a whole bottle online, which is a type she would never order.

But today is different.

Something is not right today.

Qinggengfeng Cultural and Creative Group Co., Ltd., referred to as Qinggengfeng Cultural and Creative.

Because she had never heard of it, she did a temporary search before coming here, and found that this company was actually one of the top ten multinational media giants in the world. She was really surprised.

A company of this level actually said that it wanted to talk to her about copyright cooperation, and what they were looking for was the gray urban ghost talk series that was so overwhelming...

She didn't know whether she was abnormal or the world was abnormal, she urgently needed to do something abnormal to confirm.

Fang Weiyu drank half of the glass in one gulp, "If you drink like nothing", he slammed the bottom of the glass on the bar counter.

Isn't this fucking a glass of ordinary sparkling grape juice? Small Bozi liqueur is more qualified to enter the bar than you!

It's so bad, I really want to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

As soon as the thought came up, her heart was surging, and countless thoughts and pictures flickered in her mind.

Fang Weiyu closed his eyes to feel the fluctuations in his heart:
A small group of mania, a large group of nihility, a little anti-social tendencies, some confusing factors, and neuroticism that can't be controlled because of little things, everything is the same as usual.

I'm still me.

I am normal.

What is not normal is this world.

So I said that something is really wrong today. Could this be some kind of high-end fraudulent means against the street writers?

"Hello, is this Mr. Tunzhou, the author of the Gray Urban Strange Talk series?"

Fang Weiyu heard a polite but friendly business man's voice coming from behind.

She turned to look at the visitor.

……

"Mr. Fang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

After exchanging simple greetings, Liang De put away his business card holder, sat down generously on the left of Fang Weiyu, and nodded to the white-haired dwarf bartender at the bar:

"A cup of Cinderella, thank you."

After ordering, he took out a light blue tablet and stand from his briefcase, unlocked it and placed it in front of Fang Weiyu.

"This is?" Fang Weiyu was a little puzzled.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't make it clear when I first contacted you."

Liang De opened the cross-border conference software on the tablet, and the window showed that it was connecting.

"Mr. Weiyu, our company attaches great importance to this cooperation. Originally, our editor-in-chief Li was going to discuss with you the full copyright operation plan of the Gray Urban Strange Talk series, but unfortunately, she encountered some accidents while working abroad. Due to the situation, I missed the flight, so I can only have a video conference with you today, I hope you can understand."

"Well, Liang Bian, you don't have to be so polite. To be honest, I'm not used to this, just, the more polite you are, the more nervous I become... The video conference is no problem, no problem at all, just..."

Fang Weiyu drew a few triangles in the air with both hands, as if conducting an invisible band:
"I don't know how to say it. I know the situation of my novel very well. I won't talk about how bad the data is, but even if I don't talk about the data, it's not particularly remarkable in itself. Why are you...

"I mean, a company as big as Qinggengfeng Wenchuang... To be honest, I am usually very confident, but it is still hard for me to deny that there is a little bit of absurdity in this matter.

"Editor Liang, are you really the copyright editor of Qinggengfeng Wenchuang?"

Liang De picked up the Cinderella glass pushed over by the dwarf bartender, took a sip, and said with a smile:
"If you are worried, you can go to the company's official website to have a look. There is my photo and contact information on it."

Fang Weiyu's speed of drawing triangles with both hands gradually increased:

"I know, I know, I've already searched, what I did just now was equivalent to pinching myself to see if I was dreaming, but my novel really..."

Liang De put down the tulip cup in his hand, and looked into her eyes seriously:

"Teacher Weiyu, you underestimated yourself, your works, and your possibilities.

"In fact, you have created an unprecedented and perfect character in the novel. You may not realize it yourself, but I, we, and all the discerning people in this world will see it sooner or later. The bright light on him.

"And what you have to do now is to believe in the light."

Fang Weiyu: "I..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

At this time, Li Zhixian's sonorous and powerful voice of the boss suddenly came out from the office tablet, shaking the wine glasses on the bar to buzz:

"Xiao Liang, put away the smell of quick-frozen chicken soup on your body, what are you doing so stupidly, don't say anything, first transfer 500 million to Teacher Fang to see your strength."

Transfer 500 million on the spot?

Fang Weiyu's heart skipped a beat.

It's over, what a liar.

(End of this chapter)