Lan Yun came back at noon, sweating profusely, gasping for breath, blushing, and the hair on her sideburns and forehead stuck to her face.

Gu Qing casually asked where she was going, and she said she was running.

After Lan Yun finished taking a shower, Gu Qing knocked on her door with a smile: "Sister Lan, will you have lunch? I'll treat you."

"You're not talking nonsense. Who doesn't want to eat? I'll change my clothes and close the door."

"Okay!" Gu Qing stepped into the room with half his foot, turned around and closed the door.

Lan Yun…

"You are very naughty, aren't you? Have you ever been beaten?"

"Didn't you ask me to close the door?"

"Did I ask you to come in?"

"Ahem, I'll say it earlier, let's go now, let's go now."

A few minutes later, she changed into a white shirt, and Lan Yun walked side by side with Gu Qing and headed towards a nearby restaurant.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me? Don't say it's okay, you'll treat me to a meal if you're okay?"

"Sure enough, you can't hide anything from your eyes, Sister Lan." Gu Qing, wearing slippers and shorts, gave a thumbs up.

As if it was a compliment, Lan Yun smiled and was leisurely and leisurely with her hands behind her back, preparing to give some advice to Gu Qing, a country boy.

What she didn't know was that sometimes, others might not be praising her.

"That's right, Sister Lan, I want to ask which novel website has better benefits? It is guaranteed and does not owe to manuscript fees."

"What are you asking about this?"

"I have a friend, I asked for help."

There is no saying in this world that a friend is out of nothing, and Lan Yun didn't think about any friend, Gu Qing, and said, "Of course it's Crescent."

"Anything it's a novel, they collect tradition, reality, online articles, short stories, etc. A student in the school next door wrote it before and earned 280,000 yuan a month.

Such awesome writing? Gu Qing was stunned. Didn’t it mean that the most popular author now sold the copyright of 100,000 yuan? How did he get 280,000 yuan a month?

If he really earned so much, he would not be a star.

There are so many novels compressed in the background, and he can copy them with one click, so he can't get seven or eight million a month? Why are you still a celebrity? You're sitting at home to count money?

"I lied to you, I am a puppy. The student wrote this online novel. As soon as it was put on the shelves, the male protagonist was disabled. The female protagonist was insulted and the whole family was gone."

Gu Qing smacked his tongue, "Can you make money even if you are so poisonous?"

If online novels are at this level, I think I can earn several hundred million.

Lan Yun focused on it, "Yes, otherwise, how could a reader touch the school the next day and beat him up, broke his legs, and lost 280,000 yuan."

Gu Qing...

This is how the relationship is 280,000.

"This reader has a very hot temper, he always beats so badly? Who dares to write novels in the future?"

"That student is blamed for his death. The reader is a rich leader, and he has received more than tens of thousands of yuan in rewards. The rich man asked him to arrange a role. Later, he wrote the protagonist as a rich man, the heroine as a rich man's girlfriend, and the whole family was put in."

Gu Qing was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "This should be the author's plan. He wrote this on purpose. The medical expenses cost tens of thousands of yuan, and the remaining 200,000 yuan was made."

There are not many such clever authors. If those who failed in their previous lives could learn these things, they would have received 600 yuan a month and were insulted by readers every day.

"Isn't that?" Lan Yun nodded, "Now the student hasn't studied anymore. He dropped out of school the next day after getting the money, saying that he would do some small business in the future."

"But I advise you not to learn from him. One is that there are not so many tycoons, and the other is that you are careful to be beaten to death."

...

Ten minutes later, they sat in the restaurant, and they each held a bowl of spicy hotpot and ate it. Gu Qing ate with relish, but Lan Yun had no appetite.

"This is what you said to treat me to a meal? How many dollars are you really deducted? At least you can't be more generous when you meet thousands of miles away?"

Gu Qing looked up and his eyes were slightly deeper. A man and a woman, a thousand miles away, a bowl of spicy hot pot. This scene seemed a bit familiar.

"What do you think?"

"Haha, nothing, mainly because I don't have much money anymore. Sorry, when I become a star, I'll invite you to a big meal when I become popular, and eat it eight times."

“Why eat eight times?”

"No, this number is auspicious." Gu Qing didn't dare to tell this joke, otherwise he might have to receive hundreds of thousands of compensation today.

There was a vibration in my pocket and a phone call came.

Gu Qing took it out, and there was no name on the caller ID, but he was too familiar with this string of numbers anymore. It should be because of the pig selling incident.

Before he came out yesterday, he kept his phone number at home. He could call at this time, so he knew who it was without guessing.

Giving the phone to Lan Yun, Gu Qing vaguely said: "I don't have time to do anything, please help me pick it up."

"Oh!" After hesitating for two seconds, Lan Yun took the phone, pressed down and answered, and said, "Hey, who are you looking for?"

In Huangshan Town, Gu Hong was brewing for a long time on the threshold of the yard. The word "I" opened, but the word "英" did not fall, and the remaining half of the sound was kept in a hurry.

How could it be a girl? Could it be that I called the wrong one?

I looked at it and showed that it was not wrong. Is it the phone number left by Gu Qing?

"Who are you?"

For some reason, Gu Hong suddenly felt a little worried, worried that something might happen to Gu Qing, right?

He knew that Gu Qing was a little confused, but he ran out of the door without saying a word. The number he left behind would not be fake. Why wasn't the person who answered the phone at this time not him?

I heard that there are many scammers online now, and there are many ways to use online dating to show up. The opposite is a girl answered the phone, which is even more certain.

The following should be asking for money.

"Who are you Gu Qing?" Lan Yun asked again, "I am his friend."

Gu Hong: "Oh, that's what, I called the wrong one. I don't know Gu Qing."

After saying that, hung up the phone.

It’s not so easy to cheat him of money. Can he not know if Gu Qing has any female friends?

Online dating is about money. After rushing to find a living room, he made a fairy jump, and he came before his pants were taken off.

As long as he insists that he doesn't know Gu Qing and does not pay money, the other party will release him after a while.

"What did he say?" Gu Qing, who had just finished eating spicy hot pot, shone his mouth and asked.

"He said he called wrong and didn't know Gu Qing."

"Really?" Gu Qing took the phone and called, "Dad, it's me, you..."

“Dududu…”

It's dead! It's actually dead.

The main reason for asking Lan Yun to answer the phone first was to share the firepower. My father didn't scold girls. What happened? Gu Qing was a little confused and called him again.

"Dad, it's me, what are you doing?"

"Who are you? I don't know you?" Gu Hong was sitting on the threshold and was having an apple leisurely, "Stop calling me again, call the police again."

"My son?" Gu Qing was confused, "You are not Alzheimer's disease, right?"

"Fuck, where did I get my son?"

Gu Qing felt guilty. It seemed that his father was so angry that he refused to recognize him. He sighed and said, "Okay, if you don't have a son, you won't have a son. Tell you, I'm in the Demon City, everything is safe, and I will go home to see you in a while."
Chapter completed!