When Zhang Wei arrived at the editorial department, Dali was holding a hammer and sending off an author who was pretending to be sick.
"Brother Dog, I guarantee that the tomato beef brisket soup will be delicious.”
Zhang Wei passed the food box to Dali.
"Thank you, Uncle."
"Wei Ge, isn't there lunch for us?”
Curry Jam and Zhao Haitang stood at the side and looked at Zhang Wei speechlessly.
"I've ordered takeout for you. It'll be here in a while.”
Zhang Wei expressed that he wouldn't forget about the two of them. Then, he sat at the side with Dali and started eating.
"Uncle, the leaders specially mentioned your book today. They feel that your book has great potential for future development and want to promote it as a business card on the website. What do you think?”
Dali asked Zhang Wei as he ate.
"I don't care. Just do as you see fit. You're my editor anyway!”
Zhang Wei shrugged and ate the meat that Dali handed over.
"Then it's decided. In the future, you have to increase your updates.”
"Ah?"
Zhang Wei turned his head and looked at Dali in disbelief.
Gou 'zi, you've changed!
Although writing was easy for him.
However, how could writing be more comfortable than lying down?
Wasn't it nice to cook and feed the dog every day?
6,000 words is already the limit, but you actually want me to add more?
Zhang Wei felt that he needed to regain his glory and confirm his family relationship.
"Brother Dog, think about it. I have to cook for you every day. My firm still has to develop. If I update more, I won't have time.”
Zhang Wei looked at Dali pitifully.
Dali frowned and looked at Zhang Wei. Then, he put down his chopsticks.
"Pa pa pa"
Da Li clapped his hands and called Zhao Haitang and Curry Sauce over.
"An impromptu meeting."
Dali glanced at the two of them and pulled over a blackboard.
"Now, I'll give you two a mission.”
As Dali spoke, he pointed at the photo on the blackboard.
"These are the most troublesome authors under me. Number One, the brick-moving emperor, specializes in writing school bully novels. He has many novels that have been serialised, so he often delays his updates. He's moving bricks at the construction site.”
"How?"
Curry Sauce looked at Dali in confusion.
"He likes to play games. Find the game he's been addicted to recently and issue a kill order in the game. That way, he'll be able to write novels honestly.”
" Look at this one. Number 2, Murong Candy, who specializes in magic school novels. She's currently serializing the Twelve Constellations Magical School. Her movements are extremely slow, and she's in the late stages of procrastination. However, because she's a little loli, don't rush her in person. Zhao Haitang, she's yours.”
"Candy likes to eat snacks, especially candy. You can use candy to encourage her to write.”
"Roger that."
Zhao Haitang nodded.
"Remember the weaknesses of every author. When the time comes, I will definitely strike the gong.”
"But, Dali."
Curry Sauce looked at Dali.
"Why are you leaving all these authors to us?”
"I have the most troublesome writer to rush.”
As Dali spoke, he turned to look at Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei raised his head and looked at Dali with a confused expression.
Surely not?
Dali wanted to stay in the apartment and urge him to write a novel?
"Lawyer Zhang?"
Curry Jam looked at Zhang Wei strangely.
"Isn't Lawyer Zhang's novel just for fun?”
"Zhang Wei's novel has great potential. The website has decided to promote it, but his updates are really not enough, so I've decided to personally rush the manuscript.”
As he spoke, he pulled Zhang Wei along and walked back.
"No, Brother Dog, listen to me. Writing depends on inspiration. Without inspiration, I can't write anything!”
Zhang Wei slumped on the sofa and looked at Dali.
"Inspiration?"
Dali frowned and thought for a while.
"Wait for me for a while."
As he spoke, Dali entered the room and came out after a while.
However, Zhang Wei's gaze was directly attracted by it.
Dali was wearing a sailor suit, and Zhang Wei could see his waist clearly.
"Uncle, do you have any inspiration now?”
Da Li laid on Zhang Wei's shoulder and said softly.
"Yes, there is."
Zhang Wei quickly nodded.
What a joke. His girlfriend had already given him such benefits, so how could he not?
"Then start writing. I'll give you a massage.”
Dali hurriedly turned on the computer and stood behind Zhang Wei, starting to press the button.
While enjoying the vigorous massage, Zhang Wei wrote.
This time, Dali saw Zhang Wei's writing speed with his own eyes.
There was no need to think about the plot at all. All the content seemed to be in Zhang Wei's mind. He only needed to type.
If Zhang Wei knew what Dali was thinking, he would probably laugh out loud.
It was originally in his mind.
He was just lazy.
Dali was already thinking if he should lock Zhang Wei up and let him write every day.
He had only wanted to do an internship, but he did not expect that he would be able to produce a god-level author.
At the thought of this, he pressed harder and rubbed harder.
Fortunately, he had learned massage techniques and had also done his internship in a Chinese medicine hospital. It was more comfortable to massage with acupuncture points.
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