Enron to the East

After sending the manuscript to the mailbox, and typing a message to the editor, An Yu heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed his brows a little tiredly.

Holding the water glass in a daze for a while, the small alarm clock on the table was already buzzing cheerfully.

"It's time for the carnival at the Wu Zang Temple again!" He got up and moved around, and then he walked slowly to the kitchen.

An Yu is an internet writer.For writers, inspiration is the most important thing, so many people in this industry forget to sleep and eat when inspiration comes and goes, but An Yu is an exception.He doesn't like to do things on an empty stomach, under any circumstances.

For him, if writing is work, then eating is life.Work is for life, and if life is wasted for work, then the cart before the horse.He never knew what he really wanted.

Looking at the only handful of noodles and two eggs left in the refrigerator, his tired expression was filled with helplessness.

There is a supermarket not far from the community, and it only takes 10 minutes in the past.

An Yu walked unhurriedly, watching the people around in a hurry, the traffic stopped and stopped due to the rush hour, and there was no place to rest in the night under the bright lights of the city.

He suddenly missed the days in Tibet, where there were no tall buildings of steel and concrete to cover him, and the starry sky was so beautiful that he could touch it.

I just came back, but because I was in this high-rise building, I felt that the starry sky was far away from me.

When he recovered, he chuckled and shook his head.If the editor Linglong knew that he had just come back from a trip and wanted to run out, she would probably strangle him to death.

The trip to Tibet made the progress of the essays in his hands drop a lot. In order to make up for it, he could only spend more time on writing essays.

But he was a little tired from rushing to work for more than half a month, but fortunately, he has basically made up for it now.Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help feeling much happier.

However, An Yu's good mood did not last long.When the last dish was put into the refrigerator, the phone had dutifully rang three times.

He looked helplessly at the caller ID and sighed.

"Great God! God An! I beg you, hurry up and release an update! I can't stand the criticism of the people! I'm almost drowning in saliva, and I'm annoyed to death by the non-stop flashing news!"

As soon as the phone was connected, the wailing on the other end had already resounded throughout the room.He slowly took the phone away.

The person on the other side of the phone grumbled and complained, but he didn't wait for a response for a long time, and he thumped in his heart, and said cautiously: "Ah, Ayu, are you there..."

"Linglong, I have finished my work today."

Zhang Linglong, who knew him well, broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this calm sentence.

Hearing this, my mood is not beautiful!Experience told her that if the god An is upset, she should withdraw as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

"Ha, haha, just pretend I didn't say anything! Bye!" He hung up the phone in a hurry without waiting for An Yu's answer.

An Yu looked at the dimming screen, silently pressed the power off button, and began to cook quickly.

Linglong Youzhi: In the future, whoever asks me to urge God An to update me will be in a hurry with him! (resentment, resentment...)

As soon as Linglong's Weibo was posted, it attracted countless onlookers.

One passing by: Speak!What did you do to my god?

Black and clattered: the mighty God!

Each one another: You unscrupulous editor, my master writes articles so hard, you actually remind me to change them!You are still squeezing!black heart!

Hehehe: Unscrupulous editor!Downstairs keep in formation!

It's foreign style: unscrupulous editor!Linglong is Anyu's editor and one of his few friends.

An Yu never writes and publishes himself, no matter what he writes;

All themes are presented to the readers through Linglong, so as the author, An Yu's connection with the readers is not as close as Linglong.

Of course, this kind of "close connection" will often make Linglong vomit blood for three liters of anger.

Linglong took a bite of the apple while swiping Weibo, secretly thinking about how to get revenge on these heartless people.

Or, why not update the two chapters added today?Well, no, God An will definitely trouble me.Oh, it's so annoying!

As soon as An Yu on the other side turned on the computer, the message prompts kept flashing.

-- "Anyu, why is the phone turned off?"

-- "I won't go to bed so early."

-- "Long time no see, do you want to come out and have a chat?"

The message was from Lin Yang.Lin Yang, he and Linglong's college classmate, once a good brother.

Thinking of this, his calm eyes narrowed slightly.The fingers scrolled the mouse carelessly, and continued to browse the messages sent by that person.

-- "Okay, although I'm sorry to say... In fact, I have something to ask for your help. When you see the message, call back."

An Yu looked at his profile picture, it was still on.A few minutes later, the message came again.

-- "It's a little urgent, call back as soon as possible."

Glancing at the time displayed on the computer, An Yu raised his hand and typed the next line.

Yu'an: "I'll be waiting for you in cyan."

Cyan is a Qing bar near An Yu's home.

The news from over there came back quickly - "Great! I'll be right there!"

The road was not far away, An Yu simply walked over it as if taking a walk.

Cyan's business is very good. Most of the people who come here are young artists or those who pursue quality. Although there are many people, it is not noisy.

An Yu chose a seat near the door and sat down, ordered a glass of whiskey, and looked around casually.Soon, a group of people coming in at the door caught his attention.

The people who just walked in were male and female, all in neat suits and sharp eyes.The strange thing is that the men surrounded by the crowd are dressed in casual fashion, which is quite a bit of a standout.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too focused, the man suddenly turned his head, and the two looked straight at each other.

The man was stunned for a moment, with an inexplicably astonished expression, hiding a little bit of surprise, then he smiled, nodded at An Yu, and sat down in front of the bar with his companion.

An Yu withdrew his gaze, feeling puzzled by the other party's expression.

Some weird people, he thought.

At this time, Lin Yang hurried in.

"Hi! Anyu, wait a long time."

"I just arrived, but you came very quickly."

"Just doing something nearby."

An Yu nodded, and pushed the whiskey just served in front of him.

"Hey! You still know me, you love whiskey the most!"

Lin Yang took a sip of the wine obsessively from the wine glass, then immediately put it down: "Let's talk about business first."

"It's like this. Tomorrow our company is going to have a special planning event for consumers. Originally, Master Liu was invited to write inscriptions for the consumers who came to participate in the event. Who knows that his son called today and said that the old man fell into the hospital and couldn't attend. Activities. The incident happened suddenly, and there is no suitable candidate at this time."

An Yu raised his eyes to look at him, "If there is a candidate, I can recommend..."

Before finishing speaking, Lin Yang interrupted.He smiled awkwardly and said, "I know you have resources in this area, but I am willing to invite them, but the company is not willing to invite them. The budget given by the above is already low. Besides, it is so urgent, other people may not have the time .”

An Yu frowned, "Since this is the case, why set up this link? I don't think calligraphy inscriptions will be popular in such an event."

To put it bluntly, let alone explosive, these two things are completely irreconcilable, and they look nondescript when rubbed together.

Lin Yang sighed: "Isn't calligraphy culture popular recently? The leader has repeatedly emphasized chasing hot spots, and we have nothing to do."

An Yu nodded, but stopped talking, and asked directly: "What do you need me to do?"

As if he was waiting for his words, Lin Yang immediately interjected: "Anyu, your calligraphy is not very good, give me half a day! Of course, in terms of price, I can try my best to help you."

Hearing his words, An Yu's calm face changed slightly, and his voice became low: "Lin Yang, this is just my interest..."

Before the words of refusal were finished, Lin Yang held his hand suddenly: "An Yu, if you don't like this way of getting paid, then you can treat it as a favor for me, and I'll treat you to dinner after the end, okay?"

An Yu frowned and looked at the hand holding her, silent.The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Here is your hot milk, sir."

The arrival of the waiter broke the embarrassment, and An Yu took his hand back.

"Sorry, I didn't order hot milk, did I make a mistake?"

The waiter smiled slightly and motioned An Yu to look at the bar: "Sir, that gentleman ordered it for you. He asked me to tell you that hot milk can help you sleep."