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Volume 2 Music Festival Chapter 64 The Immortal Chapter of Literary Thoughts

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    ¡¾The first update on the 19th is here!  I don¡¯t care about 80 or 80 recommendation votes, just because there are still people voting after 11 o¡¯clock, I will add another chapter. I hope everyone will be in a good mood tomorrow!  !  ¡¿

    Wei Dongshan¡¯s expressionless ¡°hehe¡± smile, this hoarse laugh, coupled with his ¡°gloomy¡± face, makes people who don¡¯t know why so scared!  But under Chen Mo's spiritual awareness, Wei Dongshan's honest and sincere character can be seen clearly.

    But I heard Wei Dongshan say in a voice like a broken gong: "Master Jiu, you are busy, don't be in a hurry, there is still half an hour. Mr. Zhang said there is no rush, and he asked me to come early just because he was afraid that you would forget the time while writing the manuscript."

    Chen Mo smiled and said: "Don't call me Jiuye, Jiuye, uh, boss, don't call me anything. It sounds awkward to me. Just call me Chen Mo."

    Wei Dongshan scratched his head: "I feel uncomfortable asking you to correct your name. How about calling you chief?"

    Chen Mo¡¯s mouth cracked and he smiled and cursed: ¡°Do you think my life is leisurely? You¡¯re looking for trouble just for me. Okay, hurry up and do what you want to do, I still have to write something.¡±

    Wei Dongshan nodded hurriedly and mechanically: "Sure, you are busy. I will read your "Kunlun War" for a while. This book is very exciting. Each of our comrades in arms has a copy, just to see the exhilarating energy of playing in Little Japan!  "After that, he took out a book from his camouflage trouser pocket and showed it to Chen Moyang. Chen Mo was amused when he read it - "Kunlun's War - Volume 6".

    Chen Mo Xiaoxiao ignored him and went back to working on his novel.  There wasn't much time, so Chen Mo didn't continue writing. He just corrected the incorrect sentences and words that didn't match the words before and after. He stopped when the words read smoothly.  I dragged the document to a USB flash drive with a small memory, then shut down the computer. I changed my clothes a few times, but I wanted to go to the hotel to have dinner and discuss with Zhang Hongyuan about appearing on the show.

    Wei Dongshan was alert. Even though he was indulged in the fantasy of the novel, he immediately woke up when the slight sound of Chen Mo dressing was heard.  After carefully putting the book in the side pocket of his pants, he stood up, with a rare hint of gentleness on his stiff face.  On the way downstairs, Chen Moxiao asked, "Are you used to being my driver?"

    Wei Dongshan scratched his head, and with his fingertips clicking, he replied with a bit of embarrassment: "I'm a bit busy, and you didn't arrange anything else for me."

    Chen Mo chuckled: "How can anyone think that you have less work? It seems that your tasks in the army are quite heavy, otherwise you wouldn't feel that your life is leisurely now." Wei Dongshan said with another "terrible" smile  : "I'm really not used to it. In the past, killing and killing were as boring as eating, but when I returned to the city, I felt like I had changed the world, and I was so confused. If Tian Qiye hadn't appreciated the food at that time, I'm afraid it would have been  I fainted from hunger and fell under the overpass."

    When he got downstairs, Wei Dongshan quickly walked a few steps and opened the car door for Chen Mo. After he got in, he closed it, then got into the driver's seat, skillfully turned on the ignition and put the car into gear, and drove away in a flash.

    Feeling the car running smoothly on the road, and seeing the tall Wei Dongshan's stooped figure, Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh. The space of the Huaxia sedan was too small: "I'll ask Brother Zhang to change you to one with a larger space later."  Car, you are too big to drive a sedan. I remember that guy seems to have a smuggled military Hummer, original. What do you think? Can it be done?"

    Although Wei Dongshan's face only moved slightly, Chen Mo could clearly feel the excitement in his eyes: "That guy is so energetic, so manly! Uh, but, that's a greasy tiger, he consumes too much fuel.  Five dollars is gone when you step down, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s a bit of a waste?¡±

    Chen Mo smiled "hehe", and then lamented that he was now so rich that he "sees money as numbers", and also lamented that he no longer had the simple concept like Wei Dongshan.  Rich people have the taste of the rich, and the poor have the thrift of the poor. No one is more elegant than the other, and no one is more vulgar than the other.  Elegance and vulgarity are twin brothers, or two souls in one body. Who can tell them apart?

    "It's okay. Ask that fat man Zhang Hongyuan to reimburse you. He has plenty of money."

    "Hey, Master Jiu, I heard from people in the company that you are the richest among the nine masters. A copy of "Kunlun Shang" has made a net profit of several companies in the past three years."

    ¡°I just realized that, I haven¡¯t looked at my account yet¡­¡±

    ""

    Chatting all the way, the half-hour journey made the two of them feel that the journey was short. When they arrived at Zhang Hongyuan's office, Zhang Hongyuan jumped up with a cry of "Ouch", and his tall and fat body rushed over: "Young maknae!"  , Brother finally finished reading "Dragon Snake Rises from the Land" in the past few days, but why did it end at the last sentence, "Is there still a way forward in martial arts?" My heart is itching now, and I quickly tell my brother, is there any way?  Damn it, you wrote half of it!"

    Seeing the resentment on Zhang Hongyuan's face, Chen MoSaid: "You are the first to get on the page. Friends across the country who are reading my books can only read the first three books. The next seven books have not been released yet. You have read them all. Are you still not satisfied?"

    Zhang Hongyuan looked distressed and said dejectedly: "Other people's books always have a big ** at the end, but it would be better for you to just have such a big suspense, and you're just kidding, right?"

    Chen Mo walked to Zhang Hongyuan's desk and picked up an invitation letter. It had lilies blooming on the light blue background, looking calm and elegant.  There are four words printed on the side of the flower - "An Appointment with Luyu". When I open the letter, I see a few lines of beautiful pen calligraphy on it: "Yours sincerely, Mr. Chen Jiusheng. After reading this masterpiece, I feel something in my heart and want to talk about it."  I wonder if you have some spare time, sir. I hope you will reply! Yours sincerely, Lu Yu, September 17th."

    Chen Mo looked back at Zhang Hongyuan who was following closely behind him, and couldn't help but smile: "Why not? If not, how can I write the next book?"

    Zhang Hongyuan's eyes were dazzled and he said with excitement: "Seriously? Is it the four lines of the fairy tale that Meimei said: 'Go to the blue sky with a sword, lie drunk among the colorful clouds. Travel to the seaside in the morning, and stay in the phoenix trees at dusk.'"  do?"

    Chen Mo nodded: "Yes, the path forward for martial arts is the path of an immortal."

    Zhang Hongyuan slapped him in the face and moved closer, asking flatteringly: "My dear brother, how many have you written? How about I show you and pay my respects?"

    Chen Mo waved his hand and said: "It's only 60,000 words, how can you tell how powerful it is? I'll tell you later when I have settled on the overall situation of the book."

    Zhang Hongyuan immediately became frustrated: "Only 60,000? Can't you write 200,000 in one day? How many days has it gone before you can write so little? How embarrassing is this for us book lovers? Didn't you already say, 'Waiting is  "The greatest sorrow in life', as an author, how can you not practice it personally?"

    Chen Mo glared at him and said: "For us book fans, don't bring those readers to your side. Are you trying to build your own power? By the way, you don't write a draft or outline when writing a book?  Do you think writing a book is just a matter of practicing calligraphy and just doing it casually?"

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