In the eyes of the principal, Director Yao has a pretty good personality. At least when he comes to him when he has something to do, he does not deliberately make things difficult and procrastinate. He has always taken good care of Yunlu Middle School.

As an international metropolis, Binhai naturally has many high-quality educational resources. Although Yunlu Middle School is great, there are also many key middle schools of the same level, so the principal is always grateful to this immediate boss.

"If you feel it's necessary, I can call her now and let her come back as soon as possible," he suggested.

Director Yao waved his hand: "It's not necessary. Actually, I'm just entrusted by someone to bring her something."

As he said that, he slowly took out an exquisite golden brocade box from his briefcase, placed it on the coffee table and pushed it to the principal.

The principal took it over and looked at it. The brocade box was not big, with a faint fragrance, which was a bit like a lipstick box for girls.

He didn't open it and asked cautiously: "Are you planning to let me pass it to Xiao Yulan?"

Director Yao nodded, and a smile appeared on his majestic face: "This is something that belongs to her, but it's a pity that she is a girl, otherwise, there would be no need to be so troublesome."

“???”

The principal was confused, so it was just that Director Yao did not mean to explain too much, and instead began to discuss with him the school's faculty training.

Company headquarters.

In the buffet restaurant, there are many shiny large stainless steel dining bowls lined up, grilled oysters, scallops, braised pork trotters, Kung Pao chicken, big lobster, king crab... The variety is extremely rich, and the tempting aroma fills the air.

The authors attending the annual meeting were all present, and the editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief and so on in each group, as well as the management members of the website, had a considerable lineup.

At the gathering of writers, besides chatting and interacting, filling their stomachs is of course the top priority. The company’s senior management is not stingy in this regard, and good food is good to eat and eat to fill.

This is Xiao Yulan's first time participating, but because of her fairy appearance, many authors have taken the initiative to say hello to her, informing her of their identities, online names, and published works, and then they just ask for recommendations from each other.

Authors who can reach the level of masters have a fixed fan base, so the effect of this mutual promotion is quite significant. Even a miserable work will be good, as long as there are enough masters willing to help you promote it.

"Lanlan, be at ease,"

Hu Qingying looked at Xiao Yulan who had eaten two large plates of food, but still looked a little unsatisfied, and couldn't help but persuade him: "These you chose are all high-calorie, and eating too much will easily make you fat! If you lose your shape with such a good figure, wouldn't it be a pity?"

"It's okay, I can eat it."

Xiao Yulan responded with a smile. People who practice martial arts have much more demand for nutrition than ordinary people. In her previous life, she had a relative who was a coach in a martial arts museum. She had good skills and had surprisingly good appetite. She also specialized in high-end ingredients and didn't even look down on ordinary big fish and meat.

The ancients said that "poverty literature and wealthy martial arts" is indeed reasonable. The demand for resources in the martial arts path is indeed not very large. If you want to practice martial arts without a little wealth, you still want to achieve something, and you are destined to be destined to be delusional.

After having the skills of a primary master of Chinese martial arts, in order to maintain its state, Xiao Yulan had to squeeze out time to practice secretly every day. After all, even the ability to redeemed the system must be familiar with it from time to time, and apply what he has learned so that he will not be unfamiliar at critical moments.

Correspondingly, Xiao Yulan's appetite has increased, and she can eat more than those strong men with big and round waists. Fortunately, the system has already shown that her physique cannot become fat, otherwise she will be a little confused.

Holding the plate, she sat down at the dining table not far away. Miao Yueqing and Hu Qingying followed her and sat down on both sides of her, making everyone around who were eager to try regret it.

As the new master of this annual meeting, Xiao Yulan has received the most attention. Many people forwarded her photos to their WeChat Moments and were named "The No. 1 Beauty Writer of Qidian Literature Network". Then more people competed to reprint it.

Xiao Yulan let it go. She couldn't control everyone's hands anyway, so she was more generous, and this also had a positive and positive effect on her popularity.

Soon, a beautiful and youthful and lively girl in a white down jacket sat across from Xiao Yulan with a meal, looking at her with bright big eyes with interest.

"Should I call you a tiger? Or a panda?" she asked.

Xiao Yulan looked at her in surprise, and Hu Qingying next to her took the initiative to introduce: "This is Su Qingyu, the author under my command. Although he has good skills, it's a pity that he is a salted fish."

"Salted fish?"

“Yes,”

Hu Qingying's tone contained a hint of obvious hatred: "To be precise, it is the most famous salted fish god on Qidian Literature Network... a shame among the great god-level authors!"

Su Qingyu's face turned red: "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!"

"Haha, still said no?"

Hu Qingying said with contempt: "I updated the update for three days of fishing and two days of drying the net. I was urged to write only when I was typing. I usually read other novels secretly and lurked in the book review area to be an administrator for others. I would rather spend time chatting and not spend more time on my own books. I really don't know how to say hello!"

"The update speed of the goddess Lan in front of you is the best in the entire network. I am very satisfied if you can have one tenth of her!"

Su Qingyu said unconvincedly: "The water group cannot be considered water, water skirt... Can the matter of communicating and interacting with readers be considered water?"

Then there was a series of difficult words, such as "needing inspiration" and "exhausted literary thoughts", which caused many editors and authors around to burst into laughter, and the inside and outside of the restaurant was filled with joy.

In Hu Qingying's account, Xiao Yulan finally understood what kind of strange existence this girl was. She had already lost her eunuch and had no less than ten novels. But these novels were all high-quality, and they were suddenly broken in the most exciting place, without even a statement.

This shameless approach made her book friends hate her, and many people threatened to send her a forty-meter-long knife, explosives pack, etc.

Xiao Yulan shook her head, and it was a bit difficult to understand this behavior. It was not easy to become a god. Since she had this level, why not write it well? If she was willing to work hard, she could buy a house in the imperial capital with a generous income. It would rather be a despised salted fish. The eunuch-dead king recognized by Qidian Literature Network is speechless.

However, Su Qingyu is quite talkative. After a meal, the three girls are already quite familiar with each other.

After dinner, the company will hold a party. In addition to inviting well-known stars to attend, the authors present will also be encouraged to perform on stage. Authors with good performance will receive good prizes, such as limited edition mechanical keyboards, high-end computers, big-name mobile phones, etc.
Chapter completed!