Shanghai.
In the office under the banyan tree.
Li Jie was 25 years old this year. Just last year, she quit her job at a bank that outsiders thought was stable.
Then, under the puzzled and surprised gazes of his family and friends, he joined an online literature company as an editor and gave himself a pen name, Annie Baby.
A high salary of 10,000 yuan a month, a comfortable working environment, a relaxed working atmosphere, and her favorite literature…Compared to the boring work in the bank, Li Jie felt that this place was heaven.
Ever since the second online literature competition was held, the number of contributions received under the banyan tree had increased by three to four times.
Their entire editorial department had to review thousands of manuscripts every day.
Although the workload had increased, Li Jie enjoyed it.
At this moment, she was staring at the computer intently. Occasionally, she would control the mouse and scroll the interface.
She did not notice that a tall, thin man with glasses had walked behind her.
This person was the editor-in-chief under the banyan tree, the God of Fortune Ning.
Ning Caishen patted her shoulder and asked,""Li Jie, isn't William in the office today?”
"Ah!"
Unexpectedly, Li Jie, who was patted on the shoulder, seemed to be frightened. She suddenly jumped up from her seat and let out a high-pitched scream.
"Are you…alright?"
This sudden scene shocked the God of Wealth Ning. She did not understand why she had such a big reaction.
At this moment, Li Jie also came back to her senses.
Seeing that it was the God of Fortune Ning, she could not help but pat her chest and rebuked,"Chief Editor Ning, you almost scared me to death just now!”
"Am I that scary?" Ning Caishen joked.
"No!"
Li Jie waved her hand and pointed at the computer screen as she explained,"I was reviewing a horror novel just now and saw a scary part. In the end, you patted me and I couldn't hold it in for a moment.”
"What novel is worthy of your praise? Let me take a look!"
Upon hearing her words, the God of Fortune Ning was instantly interested.
Although Li Jie had only been here for half a year, the literary talent she displayed was not low. Otherwise, she would not have been able to write such excellent works as " Farewell to Vian " and " July and Peace." Although she didn't praise the novel outright, the fact that she was so engrossed in it proved that the novel was well written.
"Here, this one!"
Li Jie dragged the mouse and found the title and introduction.
When the God of Wealth Ning saw the title and introduction of Ghost Blows Out the Light, the interest on her face intensified.
Sitting in Li Jie's seat, God of Fortune Ning pushed up her glasses and looked at the screen seriously.
20,000 words wasn't a lot, but it took him nearly an hour to finish reading it.
"This book is really well written. The writing style is concise and the story is also very good.”God of Wealth Ning praised him generously.
Especially when he saw the part where the paper figurine turned into a living person, he could not help but feel his hair stand on end.
This book gave him a whole new feeling. Horror and curiosity were intertwined.
After a pause, Ning Caishen continued,"And have you realized that this book is very suitable for adaptation into a movie?”
"An adapted movie?" Li Jie was stunned. She hadn't noticed this.
"Don't you think that the core of this book is actually Raiders of the Lost Ark?"”
As expected of the gold-medal screenwriter who created " My Own Martial Arts Legend " and " Dragon Gate Escort " in the future. He was naturally sharp when it came to film and television adaptation, and he was able to identify the key points with just one sentence.
Li Jie listened to what he said and recalled it carefully. She realized that it seemed to be the case.
The core was about exploring and seizing treasures, but the plot was changed to an eastern culture.
"Then should we send this book to the publishing house?”Li Jie asked.
"Of course!"
Ning Caishen stood up with a smile and said,"The author of this book probably posted it on our website with this intention in mind.”
"Alright, I got it!" Li Jie nodded.
Very soon, the publishing firm responded.
They were very interested in this book, but the number of words in this book was still relatively small, so they planned to observe it for a while.
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At ten in the morning, Fang Yi yawned and woke up.
Last night, he copied books until two in the morning.
Rubbing his face and looking at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky outside the window, he felt that he could not continue like this.
He had promised to keep training his body, but it had been almost a month since he was reborn, and he had yet to put it into action.
Old Fang and Old Zhuang went to work early, so there was no one at home.
After washing up, Fang Yi walked into the kitchen unsteadily. After checking, he couldn't help but curl his lips.
Very good, Zhuang Shufen didn't even leave a bun for him.
Helplessly, he went downstairs to the small shop at the entrance of the neighborhood to buy two packets of instant noodles and two fried eggs. Just like that, he settled his breakfast and lunch.
After all, it was already so late. It was unrealistic to eat two meals.
After filling his stomach, Fang Yi rode his bicycle out.
When she arrived at the hospital, she happened to catch up with Wang Juan and Zhao Wanqiu having lunch.
"Have you eaten, Xiaoyi? If you haven't eaten, eat with us!" Wang Juan greeted him with a bento box.
"I've eaten, Auntie Wang!"
Fang Yi replied with a smile and looked at Zhao Wanqiu who was lying on the bed.
Zhao Wanqiu looked much better today, and her eyes had returned to their usual liveliness. She was sitting on the bed and drinking porridge in small mouthfuls.
"Brother Qiu, how do you feel?" Fang Yi asked with concern.
" It's alright," Zhao Wanqiu replied." The wound doesn't hurt that much. It's just that I keep coughing whenever I talk."”
"Then stop talking!"
After Fang Yi finished speaking, he turned to Wang Juan and asked,"Auntie Wang, what did the doctor say? Do we need chemotherapy?”
Generally speaking, after cancer surgery, it would be combined with chemotherapy to completely kill the cancer cells.
"There's no need for chemotherapy. The doctor said that it'll be fine as long as you cooperate with traditional Chinese medicine treatment. In another two days, the wound will heal and you can be discharged.”With the success of Zhao Wanqiu's surgery, Wang Juan's mood was obviously much better.
Since Zhao Wanqiu couldn't talk too much, Fang Yi left the ward after chatting for a while.
As usual, he went to the internet cafe and paid for three hours of internet access. Fang Yi continued to update his novel.
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