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The members of the Politburo in Beijing and the Standing Committee members will hold a group meeting. After the meeting, they will go to many places to show condolences. This is also an old tradition that has been formed over the years, and Fan Heng must also strictly abide by it at this time.

Zhang Mei is also out, and there is a group visit in the Ministry of Education, and they have to go shopping in various universities in Beijing, and at the same time treat some old comrades who are highly respected in the education field. I also need to visit my house to pay New Year's greetings. I will be very busy all day today, and I will be busy until the fifteenth of the first lunar month.

Therefore, Fan Kang and Xiao Qiang were all right in the whole family.

After using a set of sets, Fan Kang felt refreshed. Xiao Qiang was probably a little tired from tossing. He was still in bed for a long time, so he got up to wash, and then went to eat. At this time, Fan Wushu did not appear.

"Did you go out without illness?" Fan Kang checked the time. It was past nine o'clock in the morning. It seemed that Fan Wuying had not been a sleepy person, so he asked the nanny at home.

"No, the nanny replied." In the middle of the night, I ran down to look for food, and went back to the room after the meal. "

Fan Kang felt a little curious, so he ate something hastily, and ran upstairs to see what plane his brother Fan Wuyi was doing. When I walked to the door, I heard crackling typing from the room.

"What are you doing?" Fan Kang pushed the door in. Brother Qiu Xian squatted on the bed and pulled the writing desk to the head of the bed. His notes were placed on it and an ordinary keyboard was connected to it. Fan Wuyi squatted on the head of the bed, wearing a piece of clothing, and concentrated on it. In the typing state.

For Fan Wubing, the appearance of his older brother Fan Kang did not arouse his attention, and all his mind is now in a state of writing.

Fan Wuyi's degree was pretty good. In addition, because of my smooth thoughts, I just thought about it for half an hour to get a general outline of the whole work. At this time, I roughly pulled out a preliminary outline. In one night, he actually made more than 20,000 characters coded, and at this time he was attacking 30,000 characters.

Fan Kang thought that Fan Wuyi was doing. But he had neither written manuscripts nor anyone to chat with. He just kept tapping the keyboard in the...Koubo 6bi document, letting it pile up, as if he was writing some manuscript, so he asked, "Brother. What are you doing?"

novel. Fan Wubing replied concisely, and kept tapping the keyboard with both hands.

Fan Kang was stunned for a moment, and then curiously asked, "Writing a novel? Did you burn it? I'm surprised that you still have this interest. It's fun, isn't it? Your company is not worthy of your contribution. Where? Why do you still learn to write novels? Are you going to come up with a book? Just find a ghostwriter, why are you so laborious?"

Fan Wubing was in the codeword mode at this time. There was no interest in dealing with his older brother Fan Kang, so he said, "Well, my brother can help me. Call the person on duty in the company and ask them to send some Come here all the more usable keyboards. This one at home is too late to play, which affects my state.

"You're not serious, are you?" Fan Kang asked with some uncertainty. After a while, he didn't see any response from Fan Wu's disease, so he sighed, "Ah, for the Chinese New Year, how can I ask someone to come over? Give me a red envelope?" Then he went out.

After half an hour, a car was sent from the company. Several staff members carried more than fifty keyboards into the Fan’s family. At the same time, there were also several new desktop computers with LCD screens that had not been opened. These things were moved to Fan Wuyi's bedroom.

At this time, Fan Wubing had completed the initial 30,000 words and stretched out a pound. Lazy, then stuck his head on the bed, poked his head into the quilt, and shouted in a muffled voice, "Ahhhhh, I'm exhausted"

When the staff came in, they just saw Fan Wubing pouting and stuffing his head into the quilt, like an ostrich. Suddenly, I was a little overwhelmed with joy, and I actually saw the boss like this when I was so excited about the New Year, it seemed that this trip was also worth the money.

However, Fan Kang obviously didn’t want his brother to be embarrassed, so the commanders arranged the things, then opened the packing boxes of the two computers, set up the machines, debugged them, and connected them to the wireless network at home. No disease said, "Brother, if you want it, it's much easier to use this than a notebook."

Fan Wubing twisted his eyes on the bed. Like a lively carp. He jumped up again, moved the crackling bones and joints, and then said, "The codewords are really not done by humans. It usually takes more than ten hours, and the thinking is so clear, that is, it is worthy of completing so much. If you pass a state, I am afraid that it will be impossible to reach this level."

In fact, Fan Wucai’s chapter catalogue, Chapter 668, is clearly recorded, according to the standard of a normal person. If it is a full-time job, the writing in one day will be high. No matter how much it is, the quality will not be guaranteed. After all, readers in this period are still more picky, and the quality requirements are higher. Too pale text and plot are difficult to cause. resonance.

Seeing a staff member coming, Fan Wubing gave an order and asked them to sort out the things they wrote, and then directly passed them to the editor of Huafeng.com, where everything was prepared. I was waiting for Mr. Fan's novel, after the manuscript was received at this time. Everyone quickly read it again. "The female editor said, her eyes widened.

"This kind of thing can be called a novel? A male editor said, "I thought it was the plot I dreamed of when I was dreaming! "

"Actually, I think it's pretty, entertaining, sensational, and don't need to use your brain." An intern editor who has just entered Huafeng.com expressed his opinion without any barriers.

"Editor-in-chief, what do you think?" Everyone finally passed the question to the editor-in-chief who came over from the Internet.

The editor-in-chief's eyes widened. After reading the 30,000 words handed over by Fan Wubing, he couldn't help but sighed to the sky, "I don't know Boss Fan when I study. I call the bookworms in vain."

"Editor-in-chief, everyone asks your opinion? The vice president reminded.

"Update! Call the boss and ask him to update quickly!" The editor-in-chief waved the printed draft inside, and the crazy look was like a fire-breathing dinosaur urging the update.

Fan Wubing made some food at home, and then watched Fan Kang take out the red envelopes and hit the staff. He felt that he needed to go out and get some fresh air, but he was more concerned about whether he would be able to do it today. Put your own novels on Huafeng.com, and also care more about whether current readers can accept his crazy writing style?

If your judgment is wrong, or your novel has been so coldly treated as to resist it. Then it made a messy face and very embarrassed.

After looking at the webpage Dagger Mian and still not showing his novel connection, Fan Wubing walked out, strolled around in the compound, then played a complete routine, and then interacted with several acquaintances he met. After saying a New Year's message, he returned home.

At this time, I saw Fan Kang and Xiao Qiang, both sitting on the sand with a notebook and looking at something strange. It seemed that the two of them exchanged something from time to time, and then they continued to look at the screen of the notebook.

Fan Wubing turned his head and looked at their screens, and he suddenly realized that what the two of them were looking at was the manuscript "Ascension Another Day" that he had rushed out overnight.

In this book, Fan Wubing tried his best. It can be said that within the first three hundred words, he deeply grasped the reader's heart. With the arrival of three thousand characters, a small peak has been set off. The various elements of the concept of "city plus fairy" have successfully merged together, coupled with the ridiculous style of Pi Li Yangqiu, finally It has formed a fantasy novel of the era with a unique style and a clear conception.

At this time, Fan Wubing has seen the publicity mode of Huafeng.com, and the entire dedicated webpage is occupied by his own novels, and the message area created below is full of messages for the entire page. Other words Not much, the most is "Update,! Original!"

Like text.

Huafeng.com has been full of messages in the 1,000-level posts restricted by Huafeng.com~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has to set up a special text comment area to divert.

On Huafeng.com and several major portals that have business relations with Huafeng.com, red bay windows appeared on the page. One is the software that appeared strongly, and the other is Fan Yuanbing’s New Year's Day Soaring".

Not long after, Fan Wubing received a call from the editor-in-chief of Huafeng.com. The editor-in-chief screamed enthusiastically on the phone, "Boss, when will it be updated? The current readers are really too enthusiastic. The hotline of the website." It's all blown up! If you don't update quickly, I'm afraid you will kill you!"

After Fan Wubing put down the phone, he felt that his neck was a bit cold, and when he looked back, he found that Fan Kang and his wife were staring at him in a daze, "What are you doing, why are you so scary?"

"You wrote this?" Fan Kang asked, pointing to "Ascension Another Day" on the laptop screen.

"Well, what's the matter?" Fan Wu nodded ill and admitted.

They saw Fan Kang rushing over with their teeth and claws to grab Fan Wuyin, and then strangled his neck loudly and shouted, "Go and update."