Yue Qingyan and Fang Anxin are quite similar in a sense. Once they focus on work or study, they don’t have to worry too much about other things. Fang Anxin has people to help deal with various things at any time. If it really doesn’t work, just call my brother. Yue Qingyan asked Tong Yuelong for something in the company. Of course, sometimes Tong Yuelong was busy and transferred the matter to Ding Chen. When she was not in the company, there was Moore Sheng.

This makes these two people, although they are not extremely capable of living, have basically no attention to various places for eating, drinking, entertainment, and other related information.

When I was about to have a meal, I naturally didn’t know where to go. Yue Qingyan thought about it, but it was just looking for a place with accessibility measures. It was basically correct to find a restaurant in a five-star hotel. The quality was generally not bad, and all kinds of passages were convenient. So, in the car that sent Fang Anxin, they came to Shangri-La Hotel in Jing'an Kerry.

Due to frequent business trips, so many days a year have been spent outside. Now Yue Qingyan’s airline mileage points and hotel are basically scary. But Fang Anxin doesn’t care about this kind of thing at all. She was arranged by the comfortable and beautiful window. Seeing the exquisite dishes served, Fang Anxin was in a very good mood.

"It's not bad here. It's the order now. We have to eat it slowly, otherwise I'll be stuck on the road when I get home too early."

"That's it. It's OK." Yue Qingyan glanced at the bag with him. The computer was inside. Although he didn't bring a charger, the battery was full, and it would be fine if he could work for about four or five hours. It should be enough.

"Are you still thinking about working?" Fang Anxin joked: "Speaking of this, I can also be regarded as a co-creator of Ikebukuro West Exit Park. Our meals themselves can be considered part of our work."

"I have written halfway through the article "Invisible Man in the Company" and I still want to finish it as soon as possible, so I have a concern."

"However, you have a lot of worries. If you break it into half and half, it will be enough for you to be busy for several months. Isn't it that there is still a stall in Hong Kong? When will the construction start?" Fang Anxin chewed the food without any concern for her image, and said in a vague voice.

"Hongju just sent me the relevant publishing contract and made a copyright agreement. Nie Mingyi, the other one, was contacting me and found a lawyer there to handle complex cooperation contracts. You can start construction at any time if you want to start construction. However, the first batch of manuscripts should be submitted within one year. Just make a short story first, or just make an outline of the script's episode."

Fang Anxin looked at Yue Qingyan and asked, "For you, how long does it take to work? One week? One month?"

"It's not as exaggerated as a week, so it shouldn't be necessary for a month." Yue Qingyan calculated. If he wrote an episode outline, even if he calculated it based on sixty episodes, each episode would only cost 1,500 words. At best, it would be less than 100,000 words. For him, 100,000 words is not a huge amount of workload now.

"Let's talk about it before I know you. You have only written for more than two years, right? How much has it been written?" Fang Anxin sighed exaggeratedly and said, "Why are you so anxious? If you really suffer from a terminal illness and race against yourself, it would be a saying. But how can you not get a terminal illness for two and a half years?"

"You're cursing me?" Yue Qingyan said with a smile.

"Let's be a child speak without restraint." Fang Anxin said lightly.

"You? Apart from your weight, how come you are like a child?"

"The breasts look like it. Really, it's super flat." Fang Anxin spared no effort when she became dark.

"Stop making trouble." Yue Qingyan said with a giggle and cry: "What's wrong?"

"Your condition is not right. Tong Yuelong asked me to talk to you, saying that I told you that you can listen." Fang Anxin sighed again. "Your workload is high, and although the quality of writing has not decreased, the freshness it gives people seems to have been reduced. It is not something that people who have been following you to read. However, after being mentioned like this, I also did some homework and found that it is really like this."

"Tong Yuelong? How did she find out? Is this guy so sensitive to his writing?" Yue Qingyan didn't believe it.

"She said it was Ding Chen who told her. Now your manuscript was handed over to Ding Chen directly for proofreading. You probably don't know this, right?"

"I really don't know this." Yue Qingyan thought for a while and said, "I thought Ersheng was just helping me organize the manuscript. What I wrote was still clear, and there were basically no grammatical problems. There weren't many typos. Didn't the third review and three proofreading be done in the Ming Dynasty?"

"They will still be together. Of course, there is no problem." Fang Anxin didn't know how to say Yue Qingyan. After thinking about it, she said, "I'll tell you what Ding Chen said. Ding Chen said that from the beginning, the change has been very large. On the one hand, the overall quality has risen steadily, and on the other hand, it's like you are becoming more and more skilled and mature author. You can clearly feel the feeling of fatigue reflected in the subtleties of the text, but even with this feeling of fatigue, the manuscript has not declined in terms of text quality."

"I don't seem to feel it myself."

"Of course you won't feel it. You have this time to feel it." Fang Anxin was a little worried. "Ms. Xiao Mo said, you get up every day, and if you have ready-made food, eat something, or you can see if there is anything to do. Recently, I'm dealing with the pre-emptive version of the question in the morning. Then, when she can't get over your side, you sometimes don't even bother to shout takeout because you are worried that the delivery guy will interrupt your mind. Most of them will treat it casually while eating instant noodles or bread. By the way, Miss. Xiao Mo will give you the side.

I stocked up a lot of ham sausages, ham slices, etc., and the consumption was very fast. Then I wrote the article in the afternoon. Sometimes it would be better to come to the company and hold a meeting with everyone. It would be considered a adjustment for you? If you write articles at home, sometimes it will be 8 o'clock in the evening without realizing it? There were several times when Sister Mo said she would go to your house in the afternoon and then go back to school in the evening. It seemed that you didn't realize she had been there, right? She had a really good temper. It seemed that sometimes you stopped and watched her prepare the supper for you before suddenly realizing it, and call her or something."

"It seems that this is happening..." Yue Qingyan also sighed and admitted.

"Didn't you notice that Ka Ka and Guan Xi have come to you recently, and they are asking you to go out for observation? It's just to pull you out and relax and rest. But you can't get your mind free, and they have discovered it. They didn't dare to ask you to help you read the manuscript and revise the manuscript. Originally, it's nothing for us to go to your house for a meeting, but recently we have to pull you out of your house and set you a few days a week for the company. Of course, you can't do it, and I can't do it either. But, be at ease. After all, you're in Hong Kong, your working condition is still normal. Why are you doing so hard these days when you come back? I'll give you money? I'll give you money..."

Yue Qingyan was stunned for a moment: "You know I'm not short of money."

"Of course I know nonsense, who doesn't know? Look at your appearance, it's like the life of a top author with an annual income of over 10 million yuan? Your income is reflected in the fact that the brand of instant noodles is better than that of ordinary people? More ingredients?"

Fang Anxin felt that she was angry and inexplicably. It was all Yue Qingyan's business, so why did she get angry? But everyone was really worried about him. Yue Qingyan's concentration on writing was extremely high, and even when preparing, it was so solid that it was shocking. This caused him to consume a lot of money when writing. This consumption was not physical but mental.

When he uses his brain to the limit, after completing a job, he often feels like his whole body is drained and he just falls asleep. But in terms of work intensity, Yue Qingyan is like this almost every day. It’s just that he manages his work and rest very well, and has a small part of his exercise, so he maintains it. Others seem to have a healthy life, go to bed early and get up early, and have basically fixed orders and quantity for three meals. But all the friends and disciples around him know that his condition is not good.

Fang Anxin simply stopped talking and focused on eating vegetables. Yue Qingyan was a little embarrassed.

"An Xin, you are worried. But apart from writing things... I really don't know what else I can do." Yue Qingyan thought about it. He really had all the questions that Fang An Xin said. For him, immersing himself in the world of writing and text is a very simple thing. Recently, he is not going to start writing a series of stories in Hong Kong, so he has no pressure from Faust. He didn't even ask what the next limit is.

However, from the day of rebirth, it seems that there is an extremely urgent sense of mission that drives him to move forward.

"It's okay to do anything. Read books, read books without destinations. Play games, watch movies, or the easiest thing, sleep more in. I'll teach you this kind of thing?"

"I understand. I'll make the arrangements depending on the situation." Yue Qingyan is not so easily convinced. Even if he knows what everyone is thinking, he still needs to think about it again and again. After all, a considerable part of his urgency now comes from the people around him.

"Actually, for your writing, it's better to have a good rest." Fang Anxin said: "Pictures, some cartoonists use materials as excuses, dragging manuscripts to brush web games, etc., but there are also many materials. In the writer circle, this is called field trip, right? Ask the writers' association to see if field trips are useful. As for what you write, I prefer to watch "The Broken Soul Gun", "Red Rose and White Rose", and even "Victoria One" and "Cold War". Your on-the-spot reaction and understanding of the world are actually hidden in the text in a very interesting way. "Yinying" contains a lot of private goods, which looks very touching. However, in the series "Ikebukuro West Guest Park", I know what you want to present is more profound, but I feel that your writing status may have a lot to do with your writing. You didn't control it, but you were caught in it."

After Fang Anxin said this, Yue Qingyan felt something was wrong. Indeed, since Ikebukuro West Guest House, he actually made considerable efforts to write a group of people whom he didn't understand. On the one hand, he observed and discussed with Fang Anxin. On the other hand, he repeatedly pondered and deduced it when writing. After all, what he wanted to write was not Ishida Yiliang's version, but a version that contained too much personal goods and his own goals. He repeatedly brought himself into different people, and his usual emotions, all kinds of joys, angers, sorrows and happiness were all pulled in, which led to many emotional reactions in normal times.

Even when they were with Moersheng, their conversations and interactions were all gentle. Moersheng didn't care so much, because Yue Qingyan had always been like this. Now they get along more like family members, and there are indeed not so many clips that shine at any time. But if you think about it carefully, Yue Qingyan understood that this might be because his various strengths of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were exhausted in writing, and he could show normal emotional reactions to various things.

From this level, the author is really a terrible business.

Fang Anxin said: "Don't think about anything. First, accompany me to have a meal and go to the spa, and then accompany me to watch a show tomorrow. Don't think about work, you can't get back to your state, and in the long run, we will all be done."

"Okay, okay, then let's listen to you." Yue Qingyan felt that it would be better not to resist.

In fact, when Fang Anxin was asked to persuade Yue Qingyan, this was proposed by Mo Ersheng. When they first proposed it, a large group of people who discussed what to do with Yue Qingyan behind their backs thought that Mo Ersheng was fishing. But Mo Ersheng asked Fang Anxin frankly: "You like Yue Qingyan a little bit, is that right?"

"Yeah. That's right." After hesitating for a moment, Fang Anxin said frankly.

This shocked everyone. What's going on? Are the two of them going to tear each other up?

But Mooresheng continued to ask: "However, the degree of like is that. I feel that my family problems, my physical problems, and my existence. Such a level of like is not enough to make you do. Anyway, just be a colleague and friend, there is no dissatisfaction. You can go further, but it doesn't matter if you don't go further. Is that right?"

"Yes. But I need to add some more... I have no breasts like you. But I don't have legs either.literally. The interaction between boyfriend and girlfriend... Well, I don't know what to do or what posture. So... that's so troublesome, forget it."

"...I didn't expect this. But anyway, you and him are first and foremost. You know his work more deeply than me, so it's better for you." Mooresheng was amused and embarrassed and said with some embarrassment. She was really not fishing.
Chapter completed!