Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 78 The Favor of King Qin Guang
After drinking three bottles of flat peach juice, his tongue became saliva and his body smelled strange. Lin Zhihui felt refreshed and his fatigue disappeared. He swung his fist vigorously, as if he had endless strength.

Lin Zhihui jumped up, turned around the room a few times, and punched and kicked a few times from time to time, confident that even if he fought Sanbaihe immediately, he was confident that he would not be defeated.

"There should be a sandbag hanging here, and you can practice boxing if you have nothing to do." Lin Zhihui turned to the corner of the living room, feeling that the surroundings were empty, and he was no longer an ordinary person. combat effectiveness.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He strode back to the computer and planned to place an order online when he saw a familiar name appear in the comment area.

"King Qin Guang? Why did he leave a message again? Could it be that he wants to advertise to the underworld again?" Lin Zhihui muttered and clicked on the comment.

The front was still full of literary and long drafts, and his eyes stayed on it for a few seconds before Lin Zhihui realized that he couldn't understand it at all. He raised his hand and patted his head, and pulled it straight to the end: "I want three bottles of flat peach juice, and I hope to part with you."

"The news is quite well-informed. I smell it so soon." Lin Zhihui was a little surprised, and didn't think too much about it. He flipped his fingers and tapped the keyboard a few times: "You also said that it's a cut-off. I don't have much in total, and I don't have enough. point."

Click the mouse, the screen flickers slightly, King Qin Guang seems to be waiting online, and he replies in seconds: "You must repay your kindness with gratitude. A few days ago, if the old man hadn't reminded you in time, you would have been fucked by the ghosts." I'm so devastated, I may not be able to survive until the end of the Pantao Conference, just because of this, I just want you three bottles of Pantao Juice, not much at all."

"It turns out that the nameless person who gave the warning was King Qin Guang." Lin Zhihui wasn't too surprised. Although he had received a lot of gifts from the gods so far, those who really had a second exchange were just two or three. King Guang is one of them. Coupled with his identity, it is only natural that he knows some secrets of the underworld.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your reminder. I always respond to my friends' requests, isn't it just three bottles, no problem." Lin Zhihui felt that there was nothing wrong with Qin Guangwang's words. Someone helped him cover it up, so that he was not seen by the ghost clan in the first time, and now it seems that it really happened.

"That's right, don't worry, the old man will remember this favor. Send someone to get it right away." King Qin Guang still replied in seconds, and just as Lin Zhihui saw the reply, he heard a muffled knock on the door.

"So fast?" Lin Zhihui looked at the door and felt chills coming from his back. The visitor from the underworld didn't know whether it was black and white impermanence or bull-headed horse face, bang bang bang, and the door knocked a few more times. Lin Zhihui stood up and subconsciously looked at the bright light outside the window. In the bright sky, he walked to the door, took a deep breath and opened the door.

Nothing at all!

Lin Zhihui opened his eyes wide, and before he had time to think about it, he felt something under his feet. He looked down and saw a husky with flowing hair squatting in front of him, looking up at him with mighty eyes. Bamboo Basket for Bamboo Vegetables of the same style.

"Qin, Lord Qin's subordinate?" Lin Zhihui opened his mouth and looked at Husky, for a moment, he didn't know how to describe his mood.

Husky nodded solemnly.

"Come to fetch flat peach juice?" Lin Zhihui's eyes twitched, and he pressed his right hand to his leg to prevent himself from wanting to touch the dog's head. There is nothing special about it.

The husky let go of his mouth, lowered his head and put the bamboo basket on the ground. He raised his paws and pushed it to Lin Zhihui's feet. His expression was extremely solemn, but it was extremely inconsistent with his face.

Silently, Lin Zhihui picked up the bamboo basket, put the three unopened boxes in, and returned them to Husky at the door.

Husky nodded politely, got up and picked up the bamboo basket, turned and trotted and disappeared into the corridor.

The legendary hell beast is a three-headed giant dog that pulls wind, not a husky. Lin Zhihui looked at the empty corridor and felt that his feelings had been deceived, so he stood still for a long time.

……

Guomao business district.

A high-end coffee shop.

In the corner of the second floor, Chen Heng was lying on the table and swiping his phone, while Bian Yimin was sitting on the opposite sofa browsing documents, with steaming coffee in hand, the two of them seemed to be waiting for someone.

"This is not possible." Chen Heng suddenly put down his phone and looked up at Bian Yimin: "Among the [-] people shortlisted in the second round, two-thirds are writers for Chuangdian website, and only five of our company's shortlisted Personally, four of them are at the bottom, and only one, Peanut, ranks slightly higher, and the ranking is the result of our operation. If this continues, all the limelight will be taken away by Chuangdian, wouldn’t it be like making wedding dresses for others.”

"Oh, it's rare that you can still say a few plain words." Bian Yimin raised his eyes slightly, looked at the excited Chen Heng from above his glasses, and said with a little interest: "Tell me, what do you think?"

Chen Heng was taken aback by his question, a little dazed, but still scratched his head and thought hard: "What else can I do? I can only think of ways to continue to build momentum and gain popularity. By the way, I remember that kid seems to be very good-looking. , package it properly, and then sell the character set, there will definitely be a lot of fans."

Bian Yimin originally asked casually, but he did not expect that Chen Heng's method sounded very reliable. Originally, he planned to add some activities to increase exposure, such as interviews or meetings, in the later stage of the final selection, so that people The interactive programs between readers and writers are gradually pushing the popularity to a climax. Judging from the current situation, there is nothing wrong with starting earlier.

"And this guy." Chen Heng saw that his proposal was actually recognized by Bian Yimin, and his confidence suddenly increased. He felt that he had finally found a place where he could show his talents. He flipped through his mobile phone and called up the second round. He pointed out the list to Bian Yimin and said: "This one is called No. [-] in the world. His ranking has always been closely followed by peanuts. He is a strong competitor. However, he has no information and he is also a freelance writer. Although The book was published on Chuangdian, but it was not signed.”

Bian Yimin nodded: "I know this, and this number one in the world is also writing fairy tales, which is worse than peanuts in terms of performance. When you are on the show, you can make a fuss about him to set it off Peanuts can win more fans."

"It's no problem, it's on me." Chen Heng's self-confidence has been improved like never before, and he looks eager to try.

"Remember not to go too far." Although Chen Heng doesn't have much ability, he has been fascinated by it anyway. He has grown up in that circle, and these things are just trivial things to him. Naturally, Bian Yimin is not worried that he will mess up, but he still tells He said: "He is a free man. If he is really capable, he can be hired."

(End of this chapter)