Ning Chunyan stretched out a snow-white finger, like a ballet dancer's toe, lightly touched the hands-free key, and then returned to the keyboard according to the inherent rhythm, trying to maintain her original input rhythm.

A soft voice came from the phone:

"Xiaochun, do you really plan to start a magazine?"

The reason why it is said to be "soft" is because the owner of this voice does not want to deliberately pursue softness. She even has a disciplinary tone, but the effect is very soft and waxy. It is like taking a picture with the sharpest shadows pulled down to the minimum.

The sunset, the result was a black and white photo with a soft light, not cold at all.

Ning Chunyan was nonchalant and said while typing on the keyboard: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

The female voice was a bit anxious: "You don't know what the current market situation of the print media is? You still have to dig in, your little money is not enough for you to waste three months."

Ning Chunyan smiled evilly: "That's because you don't know who my editor-in-chief is."

"Who is your editor-in-chief?"

"The first talented woman in the 21st century, the first prize of the 24th Sprout Award, the winner of the 35th Emerging Writer Award, the queen of the poetic world, the ruler of the rainy world..."

"Enough, enough," the female voice sounded impatient and coquettish, "You want me to be the editor-in-chief of your magazine? Stop making trouble, you know I don't like taking risks. Let me ask you first, how are your preparations going?

?”

Ning Chunyan pursed her lips and smiled softly.

Shen Qingfeng is not the only one in this world who has so many titles. Her best friend also has one.

The difference is that most of Shen Qingfeng's titles were packaged by the marketing team, while this best friend's title was forcibly assigned to her by the media.

She herself does not care about these false reputations at all. Her writing style is eccentric and unrestrained, but her character is calm and cautious, money comes first, and she is careful every step of the way. She does not have the style of a talented woman touted on TV.

In a sense, she is very similar to a certain "mature married man" she has met. Perhaps it can be said that she is the same type of person.

Ning Chunyan was not satisfied with those titles, especially the title "talented woman". You are also a talented woman, and I am also a talented woman, but it seems like a talented woman is ruined in the street.

If she were allowed to take action, she would crown this best friend with such titles as: Genius, Money Fan, Monster-level vest, which would make her want to pinch her face.

Ning Chunyan answered her: "My current situation is basically that I have everything ready and I only owe you."

"I don't believe it. Where is your office?"

"The East China Sea. I've seen a good location." Ning Chunyan stretched out and squeezed his soft waist, "I plan to encourage my dad to sell the apartment in Sanya and buy one in the East China Sea. If

If we lose money, maybe the real estate can get its money back."

The female voice over there laughed angrily: "You haven't even started yet, but you're just thinking about losing money, right?"

"I didn't learn this from you."

The other end of the phone said seriously: "Tell me Xiaochun, who inspired you to start a magazine?"

Ning Chunyan did not answer her question, but asked: "I asked you to read "The Little Prince's Love Letter", have you seen it?"

"I usually don't watch something that explodes immediately. I let it settle for a while."

"I knew it." Ning Chunyan said, "If you haven't seen it, you don't understand."

"There's no common language, right?" The other person said with a hint of sarcasm, "Fortunately for my besties, after all, there is a gap because of men."

The two played around for a while, and Ning Chunyan suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, Qingluo, let me ask you a question."

"ask."

"If you admire an idol that you admire very much, and one day you suddenly find out that he may be a married man, but you are not sure, what will you do?"

"Oh, if I ask you to chase stars, your house will collapse, right?" There was a disdainful sound of gloating from the other side, "Who are you talking about?"

…

"Isn't this Wang Zixu?"

Behind him, a familiar yet unfamiliar man's voice came. Wang Zixu felt a chill on his back and turned back stiffly.

A familiar face appeared in front of him. Xie Cong, he remembered this name. This was his high school classmate. He didn't have a close relationship with him back then, but he could still be called by his name after so many years, which showed that the fate between the two was not shallow.

Wang Zixu hasn't met his old friends in many years. He doesn't like walking on the streets and never socializes around. In addition, most of his old friends are far away and have no chance to meet him. This is the first time he has met his old friends in high school in many years.

classmate.

There was a time when he really wanted to meet his old friends again, but as he got more and more mixed up, he became more and more closed-off. He was worried about hearing news about his former classmates, especially about that person, and he didn't want them to know about him.

situation.

This little self-pity was the last bit of dignity he left for himself, not to mention that he didn't wash his hair today.

However, fate always plays tricks on people when they haven't washed their hair. It was at this moment that he unexpectedly collided with his past.

"You really are Wang Zixu," Xie Cong looked him up and down, "He's fat."

Wang Zixu gritted his teeth and said, "Long time no see."

Xie Cong and his party included several people, both men and women, and someone in the crowd shouted: "Isn't this Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng looked over and found that he was from the Cultural Association.

At this point, the two of them had to stand up and meet each other. Wang Zixu still underestimated the density of the acquaintance network in a small place. In Xihe, on average, for every three people you meet, one person may be an acquaintance of yours.

Xie Cong came back to attend a classmate's wedding. He is now engaged in the advertising industry in Donghai and has some resources. With the help of acquaintances, he set up a game and went out to eat and chat.

Both Zizixu and Lin Feng were claimed by a new table, and the other party invited them warmly. Now they felt embarrassed not to join the table. The other party asked Lin Feng and Zizixu to sit at the top, with Xie Cong next to Zizixu.

After sitting down, the other person's first words made his scalp numb:

"I just heard some time ago that there was a man named Wang Zixu in Xihe who was doing some literary solitaire with Mr. Lin Fenglin. As a result, he drank down a whole table of people. Couldn't it be you, ah, old classmate?"

Facing Xie Cong's gaze, Wang Zixu could only nod his head. Xie Cong was so excited that he patted him on the shoulder: "So how are you now? Have you become Mr. Lin's confidant?"

Lin Feng waved his hand quickly: "What kind of confidant? This is my brother, brother Zixu."

"Oh." Xie Cong responded calmly, "A few years ago, I heard that Lao Wang became a career editor. There was a lot of buzz among our classmates, but I didn't ask much. Is he still a career editor now?"

Wang Zixu's heart thumped: "When did it become so popular? Why didn't I see it?"

Xie Cong smiled: "Our circle formed a small group privately because of other things. You should not be in it."

Wang Zixu lowered his head and drank tea: "I am still a career editor now."

Xie Cong said: "Are you still in contact with Chen Qingluo?"
Chapter completed!