When Fang Mutian wrote his first novel, he submitted it to the editor "Tingfeng Xiaolou". Not only was he rejected, but he also said that his novel was worthless. Although his novel was indeed poor, he was full of enthusiasm.

, the novel he wrote was said to be so bad, and he still felt very resentful.

Now relying on the intelligent system, he has become a master-level figure in writing novels, and has written such a masterpiece as "The God's Pit". Of course, he needs to talk to 'Tingfeng Xiaolou' about the original account.

Let her also know that in thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully a young man into poverty. He must give her a hard time when the time comes. This is one of the reasons why he chose to publish his novel in Zongheng.

After sending the email, Fang Mutian closed the site. Xiao Wang, the editor of the site who reviewed Fang Mutian's novels, never left the site after he sent the email to Fang Mutian. He ate lunch outside and kept staring at his mailbox.

, it kept refreshing and almost crashed the computer.

And just when he felt helpless, he suddenly found that there was an extra email in his mailbox, and the sender was actually the 'firefly' who made the flowers he waited for almost fade.

"Damn, it's really hard, but luckily, I was finally made to wait." Editor Xiao Wang breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and Dang even quickly opened the email and started reading it.

There was only one sentence in the email, but it made him stare at it for a long time. After he read it, he fell silent. His heart instantly hit rock bottom, and his previous excitement was instantly extinguished.

"Why did he let Xiaolou contact him? Does he know that Xiaolou is a beautiful woman and can't he get to know Xiaolou?" Xiao Wang felt very unwilling, but he had to face reality. He knew that the great god 'Firefly' had no chance to meet him.

Now, it is impossible to become one of his authors, and all future bonuses and so on will be wasted.

However, Xiao Wang is also a very open-minded person. He knows that there is a time in life, and there is no time in life. Don't force it. Some things are not yours, and there is no point in forcing them. He did not hesitate and quickly informed the boss of the situation.

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After receiving Xiao Wang's report, the editor-in-chief said a few words to Xiao Wang, and then contacted the editor "Tingfeng Xiaolou" and asked her to contact the author "Firefly" immediately and sign a contract for his novel "Shenkeng" as soon as possible

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Tingfeng Xiaolou, who was on annual leave, received a call from the editor-in-chief and said: "But, editor-in-chief, I am on annual leave."

The editor-in-chief said: "Your annual leave is temporarily cancelled. As long as you take care of this matter, I will give you a month's paid leave, no problem."

Although the annual leave was wasted, a month's leave, and it was a paid leave, was still very tempting, so Tingfeng Xiaolou nodded and said: "Okay, editor-in-chief, I will contact the author of 'Firefly' right away"

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The editor-in-chief nodded and said: "Well, as soon as possible, as long as you sign this 'Firefly' contract, let alone take a vacation, I will give you a bonus by then."

"Yes, editor-in-chief, don't worry, I promise to complete the task." Tingfeng Xiaolou said happily. She did not expect that as long as she signed the author of "Firefly", she would not only get vacations, but also bonuses.

But how could it be my turn for such a good thing? There are still several editors on duty who did not go back to celebrate the New Year. Why didn’t the editor-in-chief ask them and why did he let me go?

Tingfeng Xiaolou couldn't figure it out, but she didn't think too much about it. She took the computer and started reading the novel "The Pit of Gods" that the editor-in-chief mentioned to her. She really wanted to see how good this novel was, and how good it was even with the president.

The editor personally called to give the order and asked him to sign the author as soon as possible.

Tingfeng Xiaolou quickly boarded the website and found the novel "Shenkeng". He was shocked when he saw the popularity of the novel's review section and the red tickets that exceeded 10,000.

"What's going on? This novel was just uploaded today, it's only over 6,000 words, and I've never heard of this 'Firefly' before. How could it become so popular? Could it be that this 'Firefly' is the vest of some great god?"

Tingfeng Xiaolou guessed doubtfully.

Without hesitation, Tingfeng Xiaolou quickly clicked on the text and started reading. As she read the text of the novel, her breathing quickened and she was extremely excited. As an editor, she could easily judge a novel.

Although "The Pit of Gods" only has a short length of more than 6,000 words, she can be sure that it is definitely a masterpiece, and it is simply incredible.

"It's over, it's over, I've fallen into the pit too, but who is this 'Firefly', and how could he write such a heaven-defying novel?" Tingfeng Xiaolou became excited, but she did not forget the editor-in-chief's instructions.

Regarding her matter, she quickly left a message to Fang Mutian and asked him to contact her.

However, two days passed and Fang Mutian still didn't contact her. Fang Mutian naturally saw the email Tingfeng Xiaolou sent him, but during these two days, in addition to posting two chapters of the novel every day, he just spent time with his family.

I have cared about novels.

"What's the rush? Let her wait for now." Fang Mutian thought with a smile.

He is not in a hurry, but Tingfeng Xiaolou is going crazy. It has been two days and he has not received any information from the other party. In addition, the editor-in-chief has made countless calls to ask her about the progress of the matter in the past two days.

How is it going, but she has made no progress, so why is she not anxious?

"What's going on with this guy? Has he not been online for the past two days? But he clearly uploaded the novel. Didn't he see the message I gave him?" Tingfeng Xiaolou was anxious to death, but the other party ignored him.

She, there was nothing she could do.

Two days have passed. It can be said that Fang Mutian's novel "The Shen Keng" has done very well. On the first day of uploading the novel, the collection exceeded 2,000, and the number of red tickets reached 13,000. The next day at the beginning of the first month

First, the collection has exceeded 6,000, and the red tickets have exceeded 60,000. Today, the collection has exceeded 10,000, the red tickets have reached 120,000, and the clicks have exceeded one million early. Such achievements make

Tingfeng Xiaolou took a breath of cold air.

"How many of the great minds in today's literary world can achieve such an achievement in such a period of time? You know, it's the Spring Festival, and there are still many people who are busy celebrating the festival and can't attend." Tingfeng Xiao

Lou sighed.

"No, we have to contact this damn 'Firefly' as soon as possible, otherwise we will be dragged away by other stations, and we will be finished by then." Tingfeng Xiaolou muttered and stuffed a few more words into Fang Mutian's mailbox.

After sending an email, there was no other way to contact her, so she had no choice but to use this method to contact Fang Mutian.

While she was anxious, Fang Mutian was on a plane flying from Jingyang City to Kunming with Liu Shijing and Xiao Keer.

Today is the second day of the first lunar month. I had made an agreement with Liu Shijing before, and something seemed to have happened to Liu Shijing’s family, so I agreed to accompany her back to have a look.

More than two hours later, the plane landed at Kunming Airport. Fang Mutian hugged Xiao Keer and accompanied Liu Shijing out of the airport.

After hailing a taxi, Liu Shijing said to the driver: "Master, go to Yunfang."

"Sister Jing, where is your home in Yunfang?" Fang Mutian asked in surprise. He only knew that Liu Shijing's family was in Kunming before, but he didn't know that it was in Yunfang, Kunming.

You must know that Yunfang in Kunming is a stone gambling market. It is the same as the Stone Gambling Street in Jingyang City. However, Kunming Yunfang is more popular than the Stone Gambling Street in Jingyang City because it gets goods from Myanmar and Ruili.

It's much closer, and it's not far from Ruili, Myanmar. The stone gambling here is certainly better than the market in Jingyang City.

But Kexin is also from Kunming, but I don’t know where in Kunming it is. If I have time, I must go and see it.

Liu Shijing nodded and said: "Our home is in Yunfang, and opposite our home is Yunfang Gambling City. My father is a chef and opened a restaurant there."

"It's actually opposite Stone Gambling City. I must go to Stone Gambling City to see it. I heard that Stone Gambling here is more popular than that in Jingyang City." Fang Mutian said with a smile, although he now has a lot of stone gambling in his hand.

There is not much good jade, but who can have too much of such a good thing as jade?

After hearing Fang Mutian's words, the taxi driver said: "Little brother, are you also a stone gambling enthusiast? Yunfang's stone gambling, except for places like Myanmar, Ruili, and Tengchong, there are few places that can compare to it. You come here

This is the right place to bet on stones.”

Fang Mutian said with a smile: "I do like gambling on stones, but I am only a newbie and I don't know much about gambling on stones."

"Don't understand? Little brother, you should pay attention. As the saying goes, it's hard for gods to break jade. This gambling stone can be a knife to heaven and a knife to hell. If you fall into it, the consequences will be disastrous." The taxi driver kindly reminded.

But he didn't know that the person who was as humble as him was a master of stone gambling. Not only was he a master, he also had the incredible ability to see through things. If he knew that, he really didn't know what his expression would be like.

Liu Shijing said worriedly: "Mu Tian, ​​are you going to gamble on stones?"

Fang Mutian smiled and said, "Sister Jing, don't worry. I'll go take a look. I'll decide later whether I want to bet or not. You should know that I'm not a reckless person."

He glanced at the driver and whispered in Liu Shijing's ear: "Besides, Sister Jing, don't you still believe in my ability to gamble on stones? The bracelet you are wearing was made by gambling on stones, and

, I have gambled away a lot of jadeite like this."

Liu Shijing looked at the purple jade bracelet on her wrist. She had lived here since she was a child and knew jade very well, so she naturally knew what grade this purple jade bracelet was.

Glass Purple Eyes are of the same level as Glass Imperial Green, Glass Blood Beauty, Glass Supreme Yellow, etc. These jadeites are of the same level, even though they are just such a bracelet. Let’s not talk about its carving work, let’s talk about jade.
Chapter completed!