Since the editor has already arranged the schedule for the shelves, it should not be changed. Zhang Zi'an returned to the second floor in a complicated mood, wanting to tell π the message so that it can be mentally prepared.

"Squeak!"

Before he could speak, π pulled him and let him look at the computer screen first.

"What's wrong, π?"

He bent over and saw a prompt popping up from the author's backstage, "Hello, now you will notify your work that will be recommended by Sanjiang on the homepage today. Please keep it updated if you don't finish the work."

Recommended by Sanjiang?

Since π started writing novels at Qidian, Zhang Zian has often been in the online literature discussion area of ​​Wanghai Pavilion Forum, and learned a lot of common sense about Qidian recommendations from netizens' chats. He knew that Sanjiang recommendation is one of the most important recommendations in the new novel period. If you can get a good ranking in Sanjiang recommendation, such as the top five, it often means that you can get the last and most awesome recommendations in the shelves.

In addition, Sanjiang Recommendation has more meanings to be included in the novels recommended by Sanjiang. In addition to meeting the grade standards, they are often very distinctive in some aspects and have been recognized by Qidian Editorial Department.

"Congratulations, π!" He congratulated π sincerely.

"Squeak!" π also smiled happily.

Along the way, he witnessed that π has experienced popular urban categories and strong recommendations, and the homepage six-frequency recommendations. Each time π is recommended, π ranked first, becoming a dazzling molecule, and entering the next round with an undisputed advantage. Sanjiang Recommendation is the fourth round of recommendation that π will be about to go through. If it goes well, π will receive the homepage of the fifth round at the same time as it is on the shelves.

Most novels that have reached this point will be released only after the strong recommendation is over, and novels that are on the shelves while being strongly recommended are rare. After thinking about it, Zhang Zi'anluo probably said that the bald monk is very optimistic about π's novel. On New Year's Eve, he can compete for the new book monthly ticket list.

"By the way, π, I'll tell you something I just received a notification from the editor that your novel will be available on New Year's Eve." He said bluntly.

π's face, which was originally very happy, suddenly became uneasy.

"Squeak?"

He knew what it was worried about. Currently, there are almost 30,000 netizens who have collected its novels. Both the book review area and the book friend group are very active, because it is currently a free reading period. Once it is on the shelves, how many people are willing to pay for a novel written by newcomers?

No one knows the answer, and can only be tested with time.

As a website, it is impossible to keep the novel for free, otherwise the website will not make money, and if it cannot make money, you cannot pay employees' wages, you cannot maintain the operation of the server, you cannot advertise in other places, and you cannot further expand the influence of the novel. Therefore, charging is inevitable, and it is a stage that every successful novel has to go through.

"π, don't worry, the editor is optimistic about you, and I am optimistic about you. Your current results have exceeded expectations. Since this is the case, what else can't be let go?" He comforted him earnestly, "In the places you can't see, there are still many people who are silently supporting you. From the editor at the starting point to the owner of the book list, to ordinary book friends, everyone is the power to move forward."

He logged into the QQ on his computer, opened the book friend group, and asked π to see about 300 book friends in the group, and said: "π, 300 people who are not familiar with each other gather in the virtual space because of you. What an amazing thing!"

π silently stared at the group member list, and the computer screen reflected a rapidly changing luster on its pinch-nosed glasses.

After a long time, it nodded vigorously and typed: I will cheer up.

"I believe in you." Zhang Zi'an patted it on the shoulder.

He straightened his waist and saw through the window that Wang Gan and Li Kun each came back with two large plastic bags. Knowing that they had bought fireworks, he said to Pi: "I'll go downstairs first, you can write slowly."

Back on the first floor, Wang Gan and Li Kun also stepped into the door at the same time, holding a plastic bag and asked, "Master, I bought the fireworks, where are I put them?"

“Show me how many I bought?”

The two large plastic bags were filled with fireworks and firecrackers, and he couldn't name many of them. Because he didn't tell me which one to buy, they bought some of each, including slightly larger jet fireworks and two thousand-sounding earth red firecrackers, as well as some cold fireworks that were safe to set off.

"Master, where do you want to put it? We will put it on for you... But when will we take us with flowers and cannons?" The two of them were close to each other with a shy face.

"I'll just let it go myself, you guys can clean it up quickly." Zhang Zi'an waved his hand and asked them to work separately.

Lao Cha poked his head out from behind the TV and asked, "Zi'an, Lao I seem to smell the smell of sulfur and saltpeter?"

Zhang Zi'an took the fireworks to it and took out a string of bright red earth and red firecrackers to show it. "Mr. Tea, aren't you very sorry that there are no firecrackers during the Chinese New Year? It doesn't matter, we bought them and set them off ourselves."

Lao Cha looked at the fireworks and firecrackers in the bag: "Zi'an, Lao I just said it casually, why do I need to spend money on purpose?"

"Anyway, we don't pay, so don't worry." Zhang Zi'an picked up a plastic bag full of fireworks and firecrackers and entered the storage room on the second floor. From the narrative between Wang Gan and Li Kun, he had guessed that night that Lao Cha stopped them and punished the speedman who robbed the party. So it wouldn't be too much to let them lose money in order to satisfy Lao Cha's wish?

He placed these flammable and explosive products in the storage room, and received a voice message on his mobile phone, which was sent by Lu Yiyun.

"Standard Shopkeeper, Dr. Sun is looking for you downstairs."

"I get it, go downstairs right away." He replied.

He quickly walked to the first floor, and Sun Xiaomeng stood outside in a down jacket, her eyes staying on the pregnant Abyssinian cats.

"Are they almost born?" she asked when she saw Zhang Zian.

"It's probably after the Spring Festival." He replied.

"Give."

She threw a little thing over and was accurately picked up by him, which was her car key.

Because Sun Xiaomeng had to go back to her hometown during the Chinese New Year, she didn't need a car, and Zhang Zi'an wanted to go to the police dog nursing home, so she borrowed a car from her to use it, so as to save the trouble of finding a taxi.

"Thank you." Zhang Zi'an put the car keys into his pocket.

"There is no need to thank you verbally. Who asked you to help me? Otherwise, I really have no place to place those cats and dogs." She shook her head gently, "Also, after using it, you have to wash the car and fill it up with gas! Otherwise, I won't borrow it next time."

Zhang Zian was exposed by her words and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. In fact, he was planning to pretend to be stupid and return it directly after using the car.

Just as he was about to declare that he was not that kind of person, he saw a police car parked on the side of the road.
Chapter completed!