Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Bie Ge straightened his collar and walked confidently to the edge of the long table.

"Let me tell you, I recently came up with a good excuse to ask for leave..."

Yuan Chengdao, who was enthusiastically sharing his one hundred and eight moves with Qiao Jing, shut his mouth tightly when he saw a stranger approaching.

Some cheats are not humane, and the author understands everything.

——To put it simply, he still wants face.

As a social butterfly in the author circle, in fact, many people have come to say hello to Yuan Chengdao just now, so he preconceived that the other pigeons came to find him, and put on an inscrutable appearance of a great author, coughed, reservedly Asked: "What's the matter?"

Bie Ge looked at him in surprise: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan, I'm here to look for him."

Yuan Cheng said: "...Oh."

He asked Qiao Jing with his eyes: Is this your acquaintance?

Qiao Jing shook his head.

In fact, he has never seen another pigeon. The two of them usually communicate on the Penguin, so it can be said that they only heard their voices but never saw their people.

Qiao Jing: "What do you want from me?"

Bie Ge looked at him, pushed his glasses, and slowly showed a kind smile.

"Don't be nervous," he said, taking out a business card from his pocket and putting it in front of Qiao Jing, "I'm the editor of Liuliu.com, and I just want to make friends. Have you heard of Liuliu.com? It's Yan The site where Ha Ching serialized "Song of the Earth."

Qiao Jing: "..."

He felt a deep suffocation.

When Biege said he was an editor, Qiao Jing and Yuan Chengdao knew what he wanted to do. It is really normal for online writers to change jobs, but it’s just like this to introduce their own website... Biege is indeed It's unique.

"You," he asked awkwardly, "is this how you introduce the website?"

Bie Ge scratched his head: "No, it's just that I happened to hear you guys discussing the content of "Song of the Earth" just now, so that's why I said that."

A single tree does not make a forest, and one cannot rely on the great god to take the lead in everything. Don't understand this truth.

Only then did Qiao Jing heave a sigh of relief.

"Are you Yan Heqing's editor?" Yuan Chengdao asked him with great interest, "Then is he here today?"

Bie Ge smiled wryly and said, "Probably not, anyway, I haven't received the notification."

If Yan Heqing really came, he thought, the security at the scene would at least be doubled.

The host on the stage picked up the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the site of the [-]st Huaxia Online Literature Festival..."

"After the awards ceremony is over, are you interested in chatting with me?" Bie Ge finally remembered the purpose of his visit. He ignored Yuan Chengdao who was still beside him. Although the volume is not as good as Xingchen.com, its development speed and potential will never disappoint you! Especially for a well-established author like you, it won’t be long before you become one of the top masters on the website!"

The voice fell.

Yuan Chengdao was silent for three seconds, and burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha!" He laughed so hard that tears came out, and he patted Qiao Jing's back vigorously with his big hand, "Hey, God, he's actually poaching your corner!"

Bie Ge was shocked and said, "Great God?"

Which website is this authored by?But why has he never seen it?

He had a sudden change in his mind, and he had a good relationship with the head author of Xingchen.com, but he had never met a great master... Wait a minute, isn't there only one?

Bie Ge's expression gradually stiffened, and under Yuan Chengdao's playful gaze, he asked weakly, "A mirror in the mirror?"

Qiao Jing rubbed his temples and nodded his head, confirming his guess.

He thought the other pigeon would give up, but he didn't expect the other party to show a dreamy smile after a short period of sluggishness.

"God, please sign me!"

Bie Ge opened his book and offered it with both hands.

He looked at Qiao Jing with shining eyes, and his gaze was a hundred times more intense than when he was digging leeks before.

Qiao Jing silently took the pen and wrote his name on the blank paper.

Bie Ge put away his notebook as if he had found a treasure.

Although there is still a little bit of embarrassment on his face, who would have thought that the digging of the wall would actually be on the head of the real master—even if the master has terminated the contract with his old club, it is the same, Bie Ge has not been so whimsical that he can take the opportunity to make a fool of himself Authors of this level also sign up to Liuliu.com, isn't this just a daydream?

He is already very satisfied to get an autograph!

"Master, if this is the case, then I won't bother you." The ceremony has already started, and the audience is already seated, so it's not good to stop running around now.He greeted Qiao Jing and the others in a low voice, and returned to his seat with his notebook in his arms.

Yuan Chengdao sighed: "The charm of the great god has not diminished in the past. Look, the editor doesn't even look at me."

Qiao Jing: "...Believe it or not, if I put my pseudonym in front of me like you, he won't even walk over?"

Yuan Chengdao pondered for a while, nodded, and said deeply: "I believe it."

If the editor of Liuliu.com had the guts to poach the corner of Jinghua Shuiyue, he thought, Yuan Chengdao would dare to eat the keyboard at home raw!

Farewell: "Ah!"

He rubbed his nose indifferently, went back to his seat and sat down, opened his notebook with a bewildered smile, and after carefully admiring the signature of the great god, he suddenly realized——

It seems that he hasn't finished the task assigned to him by the boss before?

Farewell: "..."

Ruined!

The awards ceremony on the stage finally entered the highlight.

"The next thing to be presented is - the 'Annual Masterpiece' award in the online literary world!"

Accompanied by warm applause, representatives of the Ministry of Culture stepped onto the stage and received the golden book-shaped trophy from the host.

Yao Jing's body leaned forward unconsciously.

Jing Xinglan glanced at him, but said nothing.

On the other hand, Liu Huayi's expression on the farthest side was very calm, because he knew that this had nothing to do with Liuliuwang.

Eat melons and eat melons.

"The applause is so warm, it seems that everyone is looking forward to it." The host smiled and enlivened the atmosphere, and handed the sealed envelope to the representative. "Then, please come and announce the award-winning author."

When he saw the envelope, Yao Jing's eyes flickered.

He still remembers the scene when he personally put the card with his name on the envelope in front of the representative. It seems that his worries were all in vain before. As long as they win the "Masterwork of the Year" award, their cooperation with OM Company will be smooth. There will no longer be any doubts, and Xingchen.com will also take this opportunity to go to glory again——

But the representative simply took the envelope and didn't open it right away.

"Sorry," he smiled, and glanced at Yao Jing who was sitting in the first row apologetically, "but before presenting this award, I want to take up everyone's time and the live broadcast camera, and there is a high probability that someone who is not at the scene The audience said a few words."

"——The audience is the author of "Song of the Earth", Mr. Yan Heqing."

Yao Jing's smile completely froze on his face.

Hearing the name of his own author, Liu Huayi's calm expression also collapsed, and his eyes widened instantly.

The representative didn't see Yao Jing's gloomy expression that was about to drip out of water.

Holding the microphone, he said sincerely to the camera: "First of all, Mr. Yan, although I don't know your real identity or your last name, please allow me to express my deep gratitude and respect to you on behalf of the country."

"Internet literature is a modern literary subject rooted in China and born in combination with our country's national conditions. It is widely loved by the public," he changed the topic, and then continued, "But I know that many people think that Internet literature If you can’t get on the stage, you can’t compare with traditional literature.”

"However, over the years, more and more excellent works have been born on the Internet. These works are all-encompassing. They may not be as thought-provoking as traditional literature, but they are popular with the people. And after the initial barbaric growth period, there are also many novels that have both Readability, literariness, and depth of thought, such as "The Great Doctor of the Common People" by Jinghua Shuiyue, "Qin Guanyue" by Gu Mai, and "16 Years Old" by San Chunxin, etc.

"Like my son, it was because he read the book in the second year of high school that he volunteered for the college entrance examination to fill in the medical school. Although he was shouting every day at the end of the semester to persuade people to study medicine, I still support it. He continues on this path."

Here, the representative also made a small joke.

Except for Yao Jing and several executives of Xingchen.com, the audience all laughed lightly.

"Having said so much, in fact, I just want to tell everyone that this Internet Literature Festival represents not only an awards ceremony, but also a brand new and brilliant start for the Internet industry." The representative said seriously, "If this year's If it is the first year of web literature, then I am very happy to see that new stars are rising. I also sincerely hope that more and more good works will be created in the future.”

Everyone applauded accordingly.

"Some people may wonder why I mentioned Yan Heqing at this moment," the representative's voice sank, "I believe everyone has seen the news this morning."

"Everyone, some people may think that this has nothing to do with you, but we live in this country, that is, we all prosper and all lose. I know that after the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of M country made a statement, many foreign capitals and large companies have issued statements In order to support this policy, many of the celebrities here have terminated their contracts with these brands overnight, and the loss is not small;”

The representative looked at the glamorous faces off the stage, and no one knew whether what was hidden behind them was a pure heart, or a cavity that had been tainted by fame and fortune.But he smiled, and didn't care about these things, but calmly said to the camera: "No matter what era, we are always well protected by the bravest people among our compatriots, you are like this, and Mr. Yan Heqing is also like this. "

"Although he did not come to the scene today, I can say with certainty that without him, without "Song of the Earth", in this war without gunpowder, the price we will pay is far greater than it is now. Much more."

"I've read your work before coming here, and it's an amazing book, if nothing else. So allow me to do it again, this time in my own name. — to express my thanks to you.”

After he finished speaking calmly, he bowed deeply towards the camera.

After a short silence, there was thunderous applause.

Yuan Chengdao was so excited that he stood up directly from his seat, clapping desperately with tears in his eyes.He has always regarded himself as an angry youth, but now that he heard such a sincere and heartfelt patriotic speech, he almost wanted to rush to the stage and drag the representative to make two bottles of white money on the spot.

"Did you hear that, God! I—"

But when he turned his head, he realized that the seat beside him was already empty.

Qiao Jing, who was originally sitting next to him, had gone somewhere for a long time.

Toilet.

The sound of splashing water rang out, but it couldn't cover up the sound from outside.

Qiao Jing bowed and stood in front of the sink, and wiped her face vigorously with her cold water-soaked hands.

He looked up at himself in the mirror looking embarrassed, then quickly lowered his head.

As early as when the representative said the words "Yan Heqing", he began to fidget, and he was very prescient, slipping away from his seat immediately before the other party said a word.

But he didn't expect the sound of the stage to be so powerful. Even if he avoided it in advance, he was forced to listen to the whole process here.

It's just too...

The black-haired young man lowered his head, he was panting quickly, his hands rested on the table, his fingertips turned white from the force, and his long bangs completely covered his eyes.

——He looks like a coward whose shell has been forcibly pried open.

And it is.

"It's obviously not..." It's not his credit.

He whispered vaguely.

Qiao Jing never took himself seriously.

He took it for granted that those achievements were due to the efforts of scientists and researchers.He is just a writer and data porter, and it should be his honor to be the source of inspiration for those real academic leaders.

Otherwise, is it possible that when people in later generations thank Newton for discovering gravitation, they also thank the apple that fell on his head?

008 got out of the backpack, unwilling to be lonely and said: "But I think what he said is very good!"

Qiao Jing: "Shut up."

008: "..."

The little black cat got back into the bag aggrieved again.

Qiao Jing stayed in the bathroom for a long time again. He estimated the time until the ceremony was about to end, and then he walked out slowly.

——and then bumped into Sayi head-on.

Sai Yi was still holding the golden trophy of "Masterpiece of the Year", looking straight at him, the expression on his face didn't seem to be happy, but it was more like some kind of embarrassment after suffering a huge humiliation and blow. insensitive.

But it was impossible for Qiao Jing to discover this, he just glanced at the trophy in Sayi's arms, said "Congratulations" softly, and was about to leave.

"stop!"

Sayo growled.

Qiao Jing paused, but he didn't stop.

"Yan Heqing is you, right?"

Sayi's trembling voice came from behind, this time, Qiao Jing had to stop.

"You've got the wrong person," he turned his head and said calmly, "I've already—" I stopped writing.

But before he could say the rest of the sentence, Sayi sneered, and quickly stepped forward two steps to Qiao Jing.

"Only this is the only one I can't admit wrong." He stared at the black-haired young man in front of him with red eyes, trembling uncontrollably, "Mirror and Water Moon, I have read every one of your works, and more than once—even Every chapter, every paragraph, I will take it out and analyze it carefully, repeatedly dismantling it - do you think I am a fool!?"

Qiao Jing glanced at him.

This man is so excited, he thought inexplicably.

"Oh," but it was impossible for Qiao Jing to admit it, not to mention that Sai Yi didn't have any evidence yet, "You just say so."

Sayo took a deep breath.

He suddenly calmed down, but his eyes were still fixed on Qiao Jing, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "I don't understand why you have already left Xingchen.com, but you still—"

It will still be like it is now, like a mountain in front of him, lingering.

It not only made him hate to the bone, but also felt extremely powerless.

But after seeing Qiao Jing's seemingly indifferent but actually confused expression, Sayi smiled wryly: "Forget it."

He dejectedly raised the trophy in his hand and stuffed it into Qiao Jing's arms: "Here, this should be yours."

After hearing what the representative said, anyone in the audience with a brain would think that this award should belong to Yan Heqing.And it was indeed the case. If it wasn't for the fact that "Song of the Earth" hadn't finished yet, he wouldn't be able to win this award.

He, Sa Yi, was nothing more than a poor substitute from beginning to end, a clown who was manipulated by others.

"Clown?" Qiao Jing asked suspiciously, "Aren't you a writer?"

When did you change your career?

Only then did Sayi realize that he had accidentally spoken his heart out.

But he didn't have the strength to explain anymore. The man slumped his shoulders, showing a lifeless expression, and took a last look at Qiao Jing, as if he wanted to engrave in his eyes the mountain that he could never overcome in his life, and then he was about to turn around and leave .

"Wait a moment."

Sai Yi paused.

This was the first time that Qiao Jing took the initiative to talk to him.

He turned around with some inexplicable expectations, and before he had time to put on a superior posture and ask the other party what was the matter, Qiao Jing stuffed the trophy that he had just handed out into his arms again.

"Don't forget your things." Qiao Jing said seriously.

Sai Yi: "..."

His back molars were gritted.

"I don't know what you're thinking," Qiao Jing said again, "But I've read some of the books you wrote, and it feels very strange... I've never seen anyone write worse and worse."

Sayi couldn't bear it anymore: "So you just came to mock me?"

"No." Qiao Jing looked at him inexplicably, "I just don't understand, you write well, why do you want to imitate others? It's not a gunman recruited by the studio, you should not be short of money."

After he finished speaking, the man in front of him suddenly showed a look as if he had been struck by lightning, and he couldn't recover from standing there for a long time.

After a long time, he moved his lips:

"Just now……"

"What was it just now?"

"Just now, did you say," Sayi's eyes slowly lit up, but there seemed to be something wrong with his focus, "Have you read the book I wrote?"

Qiao Jing was silent for a second, then resolutely denied, "No, you heard wrong."

He felt as if he had accidentally gotten into a big trouble, so he turned his head and left neatly, but there was still an angry shout from Sa Yi:

"I heard that right! You have admitted it yourself! You have read my book!"

His face suddenly brightened, and his beaming appearance looked a hundred times happier than winning an annual masterpiece award.

Because of the end of the show, many people gathered near the bathroom, and Sayi's voice immediately attracted many people's attention.Qiao Jing suddenly had one head and two big ones, and immediately accelerated the speed of his feet, trying to keep himself away from this right and wrong place as soon as possible.

The phone in his pocket had been buzzing since just now, but he was too distracted to notice it.

——As a result, Qiao Jing accidentally bumped into someone because he kept his head down and was on his way.

"I'm sorry." He took a step back and apologized hastily.

But when Qiao Jing raised his head, what he saw was Jing Xinglan standing in front of him and staring at him firmly, holding the mobile phone still on the call interface in his hand, with a shocked expression on his face.

The man took a deep breath, and repeated what Sa Yi called him just now:

"...Mirror Flowers Water Moon?"