Lord, I will write novels to support you

To say it's an office is really flattering the Customs Department.

This is a temporary table outside the corridor with two chairs behind it. Tang Ke couldn't help but think of the days when he was punished by the head teacher to sit in the corridor when he was in school.

The staff of the Customs Department expanded by as much as [-]% within a day, from the outstanding janitor to a strange combination of the janitor and the rough pink cat.

At this time, his immediate boss Wu Liangsheng and Tang Ke were sitting side by side behind the table, attracting the attention of many staff coming and going.

Originally, Tang Ke was extremely uncomfortable sitting at the entrance of the corridor and being stared at by people, but maybe the uncle drinking tea next to him was too leisurely, and he was also infected after a while, and he relaxed, and his legs were knocked high on the table , with his hands resting behind his head, looking like he's broken.

Two cups of tea for two people, very comfortable, Wu Liangsheng was reading the little yellow book, Tang Ke was reading Wu Liangsheng.

"Minister, why doesn't our department have a formal office space like other departments?" Tang Ke asked casually after resting enough.

Wu Liangsheng turned his gaze away from the yellow book, and looked at Tang Ke's cat ears, "Isn't it good here? Why isn't it a serious office? This place is well ventilated, has a wide view, and is easy to get in and out of. It's no better than the room over there." much?"

"Oh, as long as you are happy," Tang Ke smiled helplessly, "You have been reading pornographic books during working hours, is it really okay?"

"Tsk, what do you know? I'm reviewing manuscripts. Who told us to be the customs department? I can't help but read the manuscripts that violate the rules."

Tang Ke nodded, looking at Wu Liangsheng's joyful eyes when he was reviewing the manuscript, he didn't feel that his scalp was hardened at all.

"Minister," Tang Ke finally asked tentatively, "Do you know why the bookstore suddenly changed its mind and decided to accept me as an anonymous author?"

Wu Liangsheng sipped his tea and said without raising his head, "I know. It is said that a big man liked your article very much and recommended you to Mr. Ji Ge. Mr. Ji Ge is the major shareholder of Qifeng Bookstore. If you don’t, you will be hired out of the ordinary.”

Tang Ke wondered: "Which big shot read my article?"

Only then did Wu Liangsheng slowly raise his eyes, and leaned towards Tang Ke, "Want to know?"

Tang Ke nodded, "Think."

Wu Liangsheng smiled: "I want to know, can you show me the manuscript of your article in advance?"

"Oh, what is the manuscript, I've never heard of it." Tang Ke laughed with a guilty conscience.

Wu Liangsheng frowned slightly: "Didn't save the manuscript? Then give me the detailed outline?"

"Oh, what is Xigang, I've never heard of it." Tang Ke laughed even more guilty.

Wu Liangsheng frowned even tighter: "There's no detailed outline? What about the outline? Let me have a look at the outline? If it doesn't work, the outline will do."

"Ah--"

"—You don't even have an outline?!" Wu Liangsheng was desperate, "Why are you doing this all the time naked?"

Tang Ke straightened the cat ear mask, "I'm naked, why don't you go to Tongluo Lane and wait in line every day?"

Wu Liangsheng was choked, shook his head for a while, pointed at Tang Ke, and smiled: "Then you are very proud?"

Tang Ke took a sip of tea, "It's average."

Wu Liangsheng snatched the teacup from his hand, "Let me tell you, if you don't give me the detailed outline within three days, don't expect me to pass the review for your subsequent manuscripts."

"You don't have to be so strict, do you?" Tang Ke's face was full of despair, "I've written all these days without an outline, don't you read it so enthusiastically?"

Wu Liangsheng shook his head: "I don't care how you update it when you set up a small book stand. Since you are in my department, you must have a detailed outline, otherwise you won't sell it."

Tang Ke thought that he would not have asked the big shot if he knew it earlier, and he would not be drawn into such a trouble. He took a deep look at Wu Liangsheng: "Minister, does the director know that you are setting up new regulations so casually?"

"So what if I don't know? The entire customs department can only be decided by me." Wu Liangsheng said firmly.

"The customs department is just you and me." Tang Ke reminded him.

"That's right, so let's not break the rules. If I make an exception for you, then it's an exception for the entire department. How can that work, don't you think?" Wu Liangsheng smiled, picked up the tea bowl and continued to drink.

Tang Ke stared at the vile capitalist next to him for a long while, but finally he could only compromise, pulled out the paper and pen placed on the table, and began to think hard.

Half a day passed quickly, and Tang Ke successfully expanded the words "Detailed Outline" on the paper into "Detailed Outline:".

Staring at the two dots at the back of Xi Gang, Tang Ke began to count silently in his heart, counting off work hours.

The cat ears on the head were suddenly grabbed by someone, and he patted it twice.

"Eh--!"

Tang Ke raised his hand impatiently and grabbed the man's slender wrist, raised his head, "Boss Geng?! Why are you here?"

Zhu Wenzhen looked at the pink cat ears on his head and smiled happily: "Your mask is very cute."

"Cough, cough, cough," said the janitor next to him, choking on the tea, "this young master has a very unique aesthetic."

Zhu Wenzhen smiled slightly at Wu Liangsheng, then looked at Tang Ke's cat ears, unable to put it down.

Tang Ke pressed down his hand helplessly, "Don't touch it, there are many people watching."

Uncle Wu, the only "many people" present, coughed lightly and stood up: "Then I'm leaving?" After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Tang Ke looked at Zhu Wenzhen: "How did Boss Geng find this?"

"Didn't you put a notice in front of the Zuichunfeng Tavern, saying that the novel will be sold at Qifeng Bookstore in the future, so I found it." Zhu Wenzhen never took his eyes off Tang Ke's mask while speaking.

Tang Ke thought that the power of the number one book fan was different.

He smiled at Zhu Wenzhen: "Boss Geng came here specially, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, can't I come and see you?" Zhu Wenzhen asked.

Tang Ke grinned: "Of course you can come."

Zhu Wenzhen glanced into the corridor, then looked at Tang Ke's wooden table, "Aren't you a resident writer? Why don't you sit in it, but sit at this intersection?"

"It's well ventilated, has a wide view, and is easy to get in and out of. Isn't it much better than the room over there?" Tang Ke took the words of Uncle Wu and threw them to Zhu Wenzhen.

Zhu Wenzhen nodded slowly, seeming to agree with his statement, and asked again: "Xiao Ke has been working here since then? Can I visit you often?"

"It's ok, but why are you coming to see me? I don't have an update written on my face. It will take some time to write the update for you."

Zhu Wenzhen shook his head: "It's okay, I can wait for you to write it in the tea room downstairs and send it to me for reading. It won't disturb you."

Tang Ke smiled helplessly, thinking that the working environment in the future must be very difficult. An evil capitalist and a book fan, staring at him all day while writing and revising manuscripts...Thinking about that scene makes people shudder .

Zhu Wenzhen looked at his somewhat stiff smile, only assuming that he had acquiesced.

Tang Ke suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Is it because Boss Geng contacted Mr. Ji Ge, the major shareholder of the bookstore, that he made an exception and accepted me, an anonymous author?"