I rely on talking to brush the copy

Le Jing's peaceful recuperation ended the day when Wang Xiguan, the editor-in-chief of "Peking Fiction Newspaper", came to his door.

After a week of using the stored manuscripts, the serialization of "Dynasty Rise" finally followed the footsteps of "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" and was suspended. However, it was because of the author's illness, which was an irresistible reason. Although the editorial department was reluctant, they had no choice but to tell Le Jing to take good care of his illness.

Then Le Jing had not rested for a few days. About the fourth day of the suspension, Editor-in-Chief Wang came to his door in a hurry with a big bag of tonics. At that time, Le Jing's health had improved a lot. At least he didn't have to stay in bed wrapped in a quilt to sit in confinement. He could already stroll in the yard.

Summer was almost over, and the beginning of autumn would come in a few days. The summer cicadas seized the last time to chirp heartbreakingly, and the peach trees in the yard had already borne abundant fruits. When Editor Wang came, Le Jing was standing on a stool to pull apart the branches and leaves of the peach tree to pick a few ripe peaches.

Editor Wang asked with a smile: "Sir, you look good. Are you well?"

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Le Jing, who was climbing a tree to pick peaches:...

Le Jing jumped down from the chair, coughed, and told the truth: "Better, but I can't get a cold. The doctor said I need to rest well."

Editor Wang looked at the peach in Le Jing's hand with a smile again, and said: "You should rest well... But lying in bed every day is not good for recuperation. Sir, you should move more."

Le Jing touched his nose. Now he finally understood the subtle feeling of frustration similar to that of playing with your phone when your mother came home, so in your mother's eyes, you played with your phone all day.

The more activities mentioned by Editor Wang certainly did not mean that he had to climb up and down like a monkey to pick peaches. He was hinting that Le Jing should write an article. In fact, he originally planned to rest for a few more days and resume serialization next week. However, he was caught by the editor for taking a rare chance to slack off, and he couldn't say that he still needed to recuperate.

Seeing that the author finally made a promise to continue writing, Wang Xiguan breathed a sigh of relief.

During the four days when Mr. Lin Zhongqi skipped the serialization, their editorial department almost exploded.

As a popular serialized novel, "The Rise of Dynasties" is definitely not a trivial matter for the author to suspend the serialization. Although Wang Xiguan had been mentally prepared for this, he still underestimated the fighting power of Mr. Lin's readers.

Readers' letters rushed to the editorial department like snowflakes, and the editors' hands were almost broken by the opening of the letters.

If Yang Jinglun had the opportunity to read these letters, he would never complain that the letters sent by the readers of the Night Watch were unreasonable, because compared with the letters received by the readers of "Peking Fiction Newspaper", the readers of the Night Watch can be called elegant and polite.

This is also determined by the different audience positioning of the Night Watch and Lin Zhongqi. People who follow Night Watchman's novels are probably highly educated and cultured people, and even if such people curse others, they will not curse too harshly.

Lin Zhongqi's readers are different. The audience of "Dynasty Rise" is mixed, including well-dressed privileged classes and dock workers who work hard. Many readers even heard the story of "Dynasty Rise" from street storytellers because they are illiterate. They are still very concerned about the sick author, but they are not so polite to the newspaper. So the letters they sent to urge for updates all used the cursing methods that made the editors who opened the letters stunned, and cordially greeted the editor's mother and all female relatives.

The editor in charge of opening the letters was a young man who had just graduated this year. He had never been insulted like this, and he hid in the toilet and cried several times a day.

If their newspaper could still pretend to be deaf and dumb about these letters, the calls for updates received by their magazine would make all the employees of "Peking Fiction Newspaper" tremble and feel uneasy.

Those who can afford to use the phone these days are already privileged, in other words, they have a deep background. On the first day that "The Rise of Dynasties" stopped serialization, the identity of the person who called scared the operator, "I am Fu Kemao, Fu Fanlin is my father, where is the editor-in-chief of your newspaper? I want to talk to him."

The name Fu Kemao may not be known by many people in Peking, but when it comes to his father Fu Fanlin, everyone knows him. Fu's money house has opened more than a dozen branches across the country, and it is so rich that Fu Fanlin has become a guest of honor for warlords. After all, no one in this world wants to mess with money bags.

Their small newspaper company really can't afford to offend the big Buddha of Fu.

The editor-in-chief ran to answer the phone tremblingly, and heard Mr. Fu's impolite order on the phone: "Tell me the address of Mr. Lin Zhongqi, I want to visit him!"

How dare the editor-in-chief tell this young master the address of Mr. Lin. After all, they had signed a confidentiality contract with Mr. Lin. Once they leaked Mr. Lin's private information, let alone whether Mr. Lin would sue them in court, they would suffer huge financial losses if Mr. Lin switched "Dynasty Rise" to other newspapers in the future. So he had to say a lot of nice things to coax this young master away. And this phone call from Mr. Fu was just the beginning.

In the next few days, the people who called their newspaper were more and more powerful. The callers included a famous socialite in the social circle of Beijing, a son of a minister, a top socialite, and even a Green Gang boss in Shanghai called to inquire about the matter.

On the fourth day, when Xue Dashuai also called, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper called the editor-in-chief Wang Xiguan to the office and ordered solemnly: "I don't care what method you use, you must let Mr. Lin resume the serialization!"

Wang Xiguan hesitated, "But Mr. Lin is still ill, I'm afraid he is powerless!"

The editor-in-chief said firmly, "Then find other authors to write for you! You ask Mr. Lin to dictate the subsequent plot development, and let someone imitate Mr. Lin's writing style to continue writing. Anyway, "The Rise of Dynasties" can't have a blank again!" Thinking of what happened in the past few days, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear, and whispered: "If we don't resume the serialization, those big guys will tear down our newspaper."

It can be said that Wang Xiguan came to Li Jingran this time to make a military complaint to the editor-in-chief. Although the author would rather pick peaches than write manuscripts after he recovered from his illness, which made him vomit blood, at least this also proved that the author had recovered from his illness and could continue to serialize his works, and their newspaper didn't need to find other authors to write for him. If they were not really forced into a corner, they would not have come up with the idea of ​​ghostwriting. After all, how can a ghostwritten work be as authentic as the original one written by the author? And it would not sound good if this matter got out.

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"It's so boring." Fu Kemao lay on the table listlessly, like a salted fish that has lost its dream.

Fu Fanlin shook the newspaper, glanced at his stupid son, and snorted coldly: "If you are bored, study for me. If you fail the exam again, I will break your legs!"

Fu Kemao choked, stood up sadly, glanced at his father, and whispered: "Studying will only make you more boring, okay?"

After being glared at by his father, Fu Kemao shrank his neck, rolled his eyes, and suddenly a plan came to his mind. He clung to his father's arm and called sweetly, "Daddy~"

Fu Fanlin felt a chill. He resisted the urge to hit his stupid son on the head (well, he was stupid to begin with, what if he got even stupider?), and scolded him unkindly, "Speak human language!"

Fu Kemao withdrew his hand, quiet as a chicken, and whispered, "I want you to help me find Lin Zhongqi's address."

Fu Fanlin, the author his son always talked about, had heard of him. Since the serialization of "Dynasty Rise" stopped, this idiot had been sighing every day. He thought that if he died one day, his son would behave like this.

"Why are you checking the author's address?"

Fu Kemao said in shock: "I'm going to visit the patient!" Facing his father's suspicious eyes, he added in a low voice: "Well... whatever, urging for more."

Fu Fanlin finally couldn't help but rolled up the newspaper into a paper tube and hit his stupid son's head hard: "Fu Kemao, you have made it! It's so-and-so's loss if you don't become a spy! I don't feed you, clothe you, and give you money to let you become a spy to harass the author! Why don't you write a few more words and read a few more pages of books in that time?!"

Fu Kemao ran around with his head in his hands.

Just as the father and son were in a state of panic, Fu Fanlin looked up and saw Fu Kemao's personal servant standing at the door stealthily, winking at Fu Kemao. He shouted angrily: "Zhang Shun! What secret signal are you giving your master? Get in here!"

Almost the moment Zhang Shun entered the door, he found the newspaper in his hand. He snatched it away, and it was indeed "Beijing Fiction Newspaper". He opened it and saw that "The Rise of Dynasties" had resumed serialization.

He glanced at Fu Fanlin, who stretched his neck and looked at the newspaper in his hand, and wondered why his hands were so itchy?

He closed the newspaper and said to Fu Fanlin calmly: "I'm going to the study to work. You are so old now. When you have nothing to do, reflect on yourself!"

Fu Kemao: "... Dad! Newspaper! My newspaper! Give it back to me first! I will go to study immediately after reading "The Rise of Dynasty"! Dad, Dad! Come back, Dad QAQ"

Fu Fanlin turned a deaf ear to his son's earnest call behind him. He walked into the study quickly, locked the door, and read "The Rise of Dynasty" to his heart's content.

The news of the resumption of serialization of "The Rise of Dynasty" made countless readers overjoyed and spread the news. Not only did many families experience human tragedies such as the killing of the father and son of the Fu family, but also allowed many families to experience the joy of the New Year in advance.

As an author, Le Jing's mood was also particularly complicated at this time.

Because he was ill for a few days, the editorial department of "Peking Fiction Newspaper" had accumulated countless letters from readers. Although Le Jing did not need to reply to each letter, he still had to reply to a few letters to win over fans.

This is also a routine job. Le Jing didn't take it seriously. He would reply to most of the letters with official words like "Thank you for liking my novel" and "I'm already well, don't worry about me". Then he opened a special letter from a reader.

The content of the letter was very ordinary. It was just about caring about his health and asking him to take a good rest and not to rush to write. The special thing was the identity of the letter writer.

The letter writer was the original body's younger brother, the biological son of stepmother Wang, Li Jingliang.

The author has something to say:

Le Jing: Some people are cannon fodder brothers who need to be slapped in the face on the surface, but secretly they are my fans (pointing and pointing)