Jiang Huan: "The Sockpuppet/account account is opened, and new books will also be opened, but new books will be opened after a while."

Du Hong: "What subject to write? Do you have any ideas? Recently, online games seem to be gaining momentum."

Jiang Huan: "E-sports?"

Du Hong: "Well. Do you have any ideas? There are already a few books on the website that are gaining momentum."

Jiang Huan pondered for a while and replied, "I have no idea."

Du Hong: "..."

Jiang Huan: "It's hard work on Monday, boss, you send me the document process."

Du Hong: "It's not hard, you're welcome."

Jiang Huan smiled and ended the conversation.

To be honest with Du Hong, he was not familiar with Wang Beibei and was a bit unfamiliar.Speaking is also more businesslike.

After finishing chatting with Du Hong, he opened Wang Beibei's chat window again.

But to be honest, he is a bit hypocritical.

The speed of code words is too fast, and the publication time is too short. "The God of War Transmigrated into a Rich Family's Next Wife [Ancient Chuanjin]" has only been serialized in the magazine, and the whole book has only been on the market for a short time.The first half of "Peak" has just been serialized in the magazine, and the second half has just been launched. The magazine has not yet been serialized, and the whole book will not be released until the Chinese New Year or after the Chinese New Year.

Immediately came another copy.

Will it look a little ugly?

After all, Wang Haisheng magazine and its publishing houses are not serving him as an author.

Those who follow the publishing route, most authors publish one book a year, or one book a year and a half, and those who are diligent only publish two books.

But what about him?

Alas, never mind.

It may not be able to be seen.

In case if the publishing standard is not met, there is nothing to lose by asking, and to put it in a bad way, which editor does not like hardworking authors?

Jiang Huan started to edit the information and planned to send a text message to Wang Beibei.

At this time, Dalvjiang's editor, Du Hong, put her phone on the table, crossed her arms, and stood there for a while.

She thought about it, thought about it, and felt a little uncomfortable.

I have been an editor in Dalvjiang for so long, and this is the first time have encountered such an unlovable author.

The other writers under her either stick to her, hug her, act coquettishly, or kiss, chirp, meme, but Huan Ran only gives her a grin.

Behind this smile, behind these conversations, is rustiness, indifference, and indifference.

what!

This pigeon is somewhat ungrateful.

In vain, she made an exception and texted him back on Saturday.

snort!

But thinking that Huan Ran would double-open, she couldn't help feeling a little worried, afraid that he would be under too much pressure and burden, and that he wouldn't be able to write even one book, and the whole thing would collapse.

But thinking about it carefully, Huan Ran's writing style is very mature, since he is sure that he can double-open, it should be confidence.

Du Hong lowered her arms and called out "bread" twice. It was a fat big cat, its whole body was white like a milk dumpling, only its two ears were the color of burnt bread slices, it slid out from under the bed andDu Hong squatted obediently at his feet, the cat's tail moved gently and gracefully, and looked at Du Hong with a plump face.

Du Hong bent down to pick up her bread, and Gao Leng smiled like a sister: "Bread, I have a strong and hardworking pigeon under my hands. If his new book can be as popular as the last one, momI got a bonus at the end of the year to buy you dried fish~"

Fat Cat: Meow~(>^ω^

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