Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

On that day, Qiao Jing finally remembered the fear of being urged offline by the editor.

Since he wrote the article, he has had three editors: Wang Cheng, Bie Ge and Xu Xiaoming.

Although the first two have very different personalities, they basically implement a stocking policy for Qiao Jing, because the Internet industry is like this. Sometimes there are as many as hundreds of authors under one editor. Even for the great gods, they basically only talk about things Nothing to hide.

So Qiao Jingdang got used to this kind of pattern, and then traveled back to a hundred years ago, facing a top editor Xu Xiaoming who would come to remind him if he didn't write a manuscript. For a writer of social terrorism, it was like hell. horror scene.

But obviously, at this point, ordinary reasons can no longer win the other party's trust.

In order to escape, Qiao Jing had no choice but to sign a military order with Xu Xiaoming, promising to submit a manuscript of at least [-] words to the newspaper within one month after the end of "The Beggar". As for the name of the novel...

Qiao Jing had an idea on the spot and said to Xu Xiaoming, "Let's call it "All Beings Crossing"."

In this book, he intends to write a group essay.

It is about the sentient beings of women in Goulan in this era.

The source of the inspiration for this name is actually a bit difficult to say. It was once Qiao Jing passed by the famous "Rouge Lane" in the city, and heard a few men outside laughing while smoking big cigarettes. .

One of them saw Qiao Jing, a student-looking young man passing by, and deliberately raised his voice, showing off, "Brother Qian, everyone outside says that most of the bitches from the Forty-Nine City live in Rouge Lane, I don't think so." ! How can they be called bitches? They are all bodhisattvas in the flesh!"

After the words fell, a group of people burst into laughter.

As soon as Qiao Jing thought of the scene at that time, he felt an unknown fire rushing up from the bottom of his heart. The young man who was usually introverted and habitually kept silent, at that time, the strongest thought in his mind was to rush up and beat that human nose.

But in the end, the clenched fist slowly loosened.

Qiao Jing held back his breath.

Because he knew that even if he really threw this punch, it would not have any impact on the overall social environment except to vent his anger and cause unnecessary disputes.

He is a writer. Although he can't lift his shoulders, he can't resist, and he can't even pull the safety catch. He is a perfect cannon fodder on the battlefield...

But the pen in his hand is a sharper knife than anything else.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

——Qiao Jing wanted to use this book to kill those people.

however.

Before the one-month deadline came, a major event happened in the country.

"Qiao Jing, I'm going to leave in a while." Zhang Shuqi sat in the dormitory where his luggage had been packed. Hearing the occasional protests from the students outside, he sighed. "I won't come during this period." It's time for school. But don't worry, my family has already made arrangements for me to transfer to Jinling University to continue my studies. You..."

He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say for a while.

In the end, Zhang Shuqi could only take a deep look at Qiao Jing: "You stay here alone, so take care."

He knew about the death of Qiao Jing's parents. Now that the peace talks are about to fail, the country is in complete chaos. The streets are full of protesting crowds and lawless policemen wielding batons. But relatively speaking, the South is still at least A little bit more peaceful.

"Bon voyage." Qiao Jing said.

Zhang Shuqi looked at him and suddenly laughed.

The handsome young man with phoenix eyes scratched his hair vigorously, and said in a half-complaining, half-joking tone: "You really are, no matter what happens, you will always have this expression, although sometimes It's quite reassuring, yes...but I really want to know, who can make you cry once."

Qiao Jing looked at him silently.

Zhang Shuqi raised his hands: "Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, treat me as a fart, is it done?"

Then he rambled on a lot of things, including why he had saved a few oceans in the theater, and asked Qiao Jing to listen to a few more plays sung by Mr. Cheng in order to earn back his money as soon as possible, The singer Luluo in the ballroom is getting married, but unfortunately she can't attend the wedding and so on, etc. Qiao Jing gradually turned from being slightly sad at the beginning to being numb, and finally could only sit there expressionlessly, with her left ear Into the right ear and out.

"...that's probably what I want to explain."

As Zhang Shuqi said, he suddenly stood up from the empty bed, ignoring Qiao Jing's sudden constriction of pupils and resisting body movements, and insisted on giving him a big, strong hug.

"Good brother," he whispered in Qiao Jing's ear, this normally frivolous playboy, now looked more serious than anyone else, "I'll be waiting for you in the south."

"Whenever you encounter any difficulties, come to Zhang's house to find me!"

Zhang Shuqi left.

The dormitory suddenly became empty, only Qiao Jing was left.

...oh, and a 008.

There was the sound of windows being smashed in the distance, probably because the students had clashed with someone during the protest.Qiao Jing turned her head and looked outside. It was clear that the sun was shining outside the dormitory building, but the inside of the dormitory was extremely shady, and there was no trace of popularity.

After Zhang Shuqi left, Qiao Jing naturally didn't have to go out and find another house to rent, which saved a lot of effort.

But 008 jumped onto the bed worriedly, stared at Qiao Jing's thinner figure recently, and asked cautiously, "Host, are you... are you okay?"

Since coming to this world, not to mention the rest, just the food and nutrition, it is definitely not as good as the level of modern Jingxing's three dishes and one soup every day.

Moreover, the current situation is turbulent. Although Qiao Jing came from a hundred years later, he knows that the country's future development is going well... But when he is really in it, who can be indifferent to these things that happen around him?

What's more, he is a sensitive writer.

Qiao Jing turned her head and said calmly, "It's okay, it's not the glass of the dormitory building that was broken."

He didn't understand what 008 meant, and thought it was startled by the sound just now.

The black-haired young man stretched out his hand, scratched the little black cat's chin lightly a few times, then dug out from the bag the "All Beings Crossing" which had just begun, looked at it for a long time with frowning eyes, and made a decision.

In order to finish writing this book, it seems that he has to make a special trip to Rouge Lane in the near future.

Qiao Jing's mobility was very strong. After making up his mind, within two days, he picked a time in broad daylight and set off from school.

Rouge Lane can be said to be the most chaotic area in the whole city, where all kinds of religions and nine schools are mixed up, and there will be some fighting incidents from time to time, so just in case, he also hid a pair of scissors in his sleeve, in case needs.

It was [-]:[-] p.m., and the streets were in chaos. During the parade, the roadside stalls were overturned by the two conflicting factions. The ground was full of crushed vegetables and fruits, as well as crying children. And the vegetable farmers and peddlers with numb and desperate faces; the shops on both sides are basically closed for a day, and the shopkeeper stands in the door and window and secretly glances out at the situation on the street. It's almost choked up in the chest.

In the distance, the students' slogans of "struggling for sovereignty outside and punishing national thieves inside" could be faintly heard, but before the protest team reached this street, the loud abuse of the magistrates followed, accompanied by something The sound of falling, and the occasional cries of pain from the crowd.

This has been the norm in the city these days.

One of the key reasons why Qiao Jing was able to run out of school at noon was that classes at Jingluo University had been suspended for the past few days.

Where the students can't see, the professors are also using their own methods to fight for a bright future for the country.

As the principal of Jingluo University, Wen Chunqiu has been so busy recently that he doesn't even have time to sleep—the reason why these young and vigorous students can still take to the streets to protest safely, and the gang from the Public Security Bureau have not caused any deaths for the time being, All rely on the old man to mediate.

Qiao Jing walked all the way, because he knew he was a student just by his appearance, and he was almost dragged into the parade, with four or five leaflets stuffed in his hand.Therefore, he did not arrive at the intended destination until three o'clock in the afternoon.

So, when he went through a lot of hardships and finally stood in front of the dark alley that was full of sewage, vegetable leaves, and egg shells, and there was a pungent fragrance of powder floating in the depths, to be honest, it was true. It was a long breath.

But Qiao Jing's appearance was too out of tune with this place. As long as he was calming down for a while, two men dressed as porters in the alley had already cast unexplained glances at him.

He pursed his lips tightly, clenched the scissors in his sleeves, mustered up his courage, and strode into the alley.

Coincidentally, not long after Qiao Jing walked into Rouge Lane, Jing Xinglan finally arrived at the headquarters of the "Dongfang Beijing News" newspaper after more than a month of sea wandering and land transportation, which is where Qiao Jing was located. destination.

"You... are you Mr. Jing Xinglan?"

Xu Weixin looked at the weak-faced man in front of him with a disheveled face, who even had to lean against the wall to barely stand, and wondered if this man really used to be a classmate with Mr. Yan?how could it be this……

He moved his lips a bit, feeling a bit embarrassed to speak.

There is no way, Jing Xinglan's current attire is really too sloppy.

He was wearing a tattered gray thin jacket often worn by dock workers. Not only was it patched, but it was also covered with dust and stains.In addition, his hair is also very messy, his face is covered with soot and stubble, he is almost out of shape, only a pair of eyes are amazingly bright.

Jing Xinglan closed her eyes, her voice was extremely hoarse after many days of lack of water:

"I'm."

He was dressed like this on purpose, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get on that ship at all.

Before leaving, David suggested that he give the captain some more money and ask the other party to vacate a room on the ship for him.But Jing Xinglan thought a little more than this innocent young master——

The sea voyage is full of accidents. Except for a group of Chinese laborers, the captain and all the sailors are foreigners. If he gave money, the captain saw the money on the way and tied him up or threw him off the ship. , anyway, there is no life or death in the vast sea, what should we do then?

Therefore, except for some necessities of life, he did not bring anything, right to regard himself as an ordinary low-level laborer.

It's safer this way.

But sitting in the bottom cabin for more than a month, not only can't eat well and sleep well, but also endure all kinds of wind and waves on the ocean... Even Iron Man probably can't hold it.

After getting off the boat, he could still insist on finding the newspaper office, barely keeping his head clear and talking to Xu Weixin, which was already very difficult.

"Where is he?"

Jing Xinglan asked.

Although he didn't mention his name, Xu Weixin understood who he was referring to: "You mean Mr. Qiao? He is studying at Jingluo University now, but..."

Jing Xinglan, who had no energy left to say goodbye and was about to leave, paused for a moment, then turned his head again: "But what?"

"My nephew Xu Xiaoming is his editor," Xu Weixin said with a slight frown. "When he was free at noon today, he even sighed to me, saying that although Mr. Qiao is young, his attitude towards writing is already like a master. In order to write a new book , I heard that we will go to Rouge Lane to collect materials. But that place is the most chaotic area in the city, Qiao Jing is still a student after all, I am a little worried..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt a gust of wind blowing towards his face. Jing Xinglan took a quick step forward, grabbed Xu Weixin's shoulder, and asked sharply, "Where is that place?"

Xu Weixin was startled, and stammered: "Yes, it's not far from the east of the city, just walk down this street."

Jing Xinglan took a deep breath, and strode away without saying a word.

Xu Weixin stared dumbfounded at the man who was so weak that he needed to stand against the wall just now. After hearing these words, he disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. His eagerness was beyond words.

He stood there for a while, shook his head, and couldn't help sighing: "This is not a classmate..."

I'm afraid that there are many couples who have been in the same bed for more than ten years in the world, and the relationship between these two people is not more serious than the relationship between these two, right?