Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author - Chapter 32

This night, every platform forum that is closely related to the network circle was very lively until the middle of the night, and it was not until two or three o’clock in the morning that the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

At the same time, on the other side of the earth when it was still daytime, Tang Tu was sitting in a quiet cafe. He has to meet with his copyright lawyer first, and then go to see the team that Oti sent to contact them tomorrow.

He came early, and the lawyer hadn’t arrived yet, so he sat alone, letting his mind wander.

It was also because he had been a “great god” for too long, and he was careless for a while. He saw the news of Lu Lianguang’s editor urging him that day, but he didn’t react.

The most indispensable resource for a big station like the nib is the author. Every editor on the tip of the pen has hundreds of authors on hand. Usually, it is difficult for ordinary authors to get a reply from the editor, let alone being actively urged to update them. The author who strives for the list, the more at the bottom of the pyramid, the more intense the competition. Ordinary authors are found to be broken by the editor, and they will be finished if they are pulled into the blacklist without being listed. How can they be urged to update with kind words?

However, Tang Tsui is used to the special treatment that the editor will answer any questions he asks, and occasionally he will take the initiative to ask about the progress of the special treatment. He has completely forgotten what the normal situation in the circle is. He still thinks Lu Lianguang is an ordinary author, and he is worried that he does not have a list. manage…

People hang on the top of the natural lists just like you, so what artificial lists are needed! Tang Tu was carefully coaxed by Lu Lianguang for a few hours just now, and he finally managed to coax him. Now Lu Lianguang is sleeping, and he suddenly became restless when he thought about the stupidity he had committed.

When the copyright lawyer arrived, he saw his client’s face was full of anger.

On weekdays, I see the parties with expressionless faces. It seems that this plagiarism incident has made him very angry! The lawyer thought to himself, and silently adjusted the expected compensation plan to a higher level.

After a few weeks of absence, when Tang Tu returned to his house, Lin Lang was eating in the restaurant.

Lin Lang looked up at the landlord who he hadn’t seen for a long time: “You’re back. I bought pizza, let’s eat together?”

Tang Tu shook his head: “I have eaten.” He actually hadn’t eaten yet, but he didn’t want to dine with others – he didn’t know who was so excited by Lu Lianguang’s dinner appointment that he wrote the meeting procedure all afternoon.

“My classmates and I’ve billed you for this month’s rent. Remember to check it.”

Tang Tu nodded.

Lin Lang was used to the cold and silent nature of the landlord and didn’t care, “He went drinking with a group of Russians today. I’m not old enough to go.” He said unwillingly, “Wait, I’ll be there in a few days. I’m an adult. By the way, Lin Long said she’s seen you, is she okay?”

Tang Tu froze for a moment, thinking of the chaos when Lin Long came to the door that day… Mother Tang, because she was a terminally ill patient, was really not good to her. If it were a softer girl, I’m afraid she would be bullied and cry on the spot that day. He didn’t help much when he came out. He was a little guilty when he met Lin Long’s twin brother.

“She…” Tang Tu hesitated for a while, but Lin Lang didn’t expect him to say anything, and took it by himself: “She told me that the first time she came to the house, her mother-in-law was so angry that she had a heart attack—later your mother had a heart attack. Are you all right?”

He said “I’m sorry”, but there was no regret in his tone. Tang Tu laughed a little. It turned out that Lin Long not only didn’t cry to his brother, but instead showed off his achievements. He shook his head and said, “The doctor has been there, it’s fine.”

“It’s alright.” Lin Lang clicked his tongue and said regretfully, “Then it looks like you’ll have to stay in the country for a while. I’m back in the room, you can do it—by the way, a letter from you came a few days ago. The letter, put it on the shoe cabinet.”

Tang Tu probably knew what letter it was. Tianqing’s wedding was approaching. They had found him a month ago. At that time, no one thought that he was about to return to China, so they sent the invitation to the United States.

Who would have thought that so much has happened in this month.

Tang Tu was slightly dazed, he picked up the envelope on the shoe cabinet and opened it, only to see the words “Send to Mr. Bamboo Congsheng Tai Kai” printed on the cover, it really was a wedding invitation.

Looking at the handwritten words of Mr. Zhu Congsheng, Tang Tu recalled the young couple’s appearance seven years ago. He bent his lips slightly, and opened it to read the content: I am on the clock, with my fiancee. Miss Yan Tianqing, I would like to…

He carefully looked at the time and place, and opened the small group called “Gods and God’s Family”.

Bamboo clumps: Congratulations, I will definitely be there.

The clock passes a round: caress Xiaozhu.

Tianqing Weiyan: Xiaozhu has received the invitation! It is such a coincidence that you have returned to the United States, and I am going to send you a new one. It’s time to bring friends! Wudi, you and your wife are coming together, my sister-in-law and I have a lot to talk about!

The benevolent is invincible: definitely, we have already bought the air tickets to Dongling

The clock passed a round: Brother, this is your fault. Why did you buy it quietly? We should pay for the ticket.

The benevolent is invincible: Haha, no need, we just took our children to Dongling to play for a few days

Tianqing Weiyan: Haven’t you bought Xiaozhu’s ticket yet? Report a date, we have all contracted round-trip air tickets

Bamboo Congsheng: No, I’ll go back to Dongling tomorrow, and I won’t leave for the time being.

Zhong Guoyiyuan: I cried, brothers are saving money for me like this! Impressed brothers in the Internet circle!

Tianqing Weiyan: We invited the author of two whole tables. Xiaozhu brought your friend to play together. Isn’t he in Dongling?

Tang Tu thought it was a polite remark at first, but after reading the second half of the sentence, she realized that the “your friend” she said was pointing the way.

Yes, after yesterday’s battle, the whole world knows that Heguang Tongchen and Zhu Congsheng are friends… It’s like someone suddenly grabbed a hand on the top of his heart, Tang Tu felt a little blush for some reason, and replied indiscriminately. “I’ll ask him” and closed the chat interface.

He looked at the last sentence on the invitation card again: Looking forward to Mr. Bamboo Congsheng and his family.

family…

Tang Tu looked at those two words blankly for a while, then quickly closed the invitation card as if burned, and went upstairs with a blushing face.

It was said that he wanted to ask Lu Lianguang, but because he glanced at the word “family” one more time, Tang Tu couldn’t ask, and the delay dragged on for two whole days.

Thanks to the promise that he wanted to exchange chapter pushes that night, Lu Lianguang just drove out a chapter update before Tang Tu’s update that day, and passed through the stuck episode smoothly. Update normally.

Yesterday, Tang Chu and Aoti reached a series of follow-up solutions. He signed a confidentiality agreement. Although Lu Lianguang was curious, he thoughtfully did not ask questions, but the other party seemed to be still angry with him. The speed of replying to the news in the past two days It was obviously slower, and the number of words was also reduced. Lu Lianguang could only stare at the phone and sigh, thinking to come back quickly, it would be better to coax him face to face.

Counting the time, he should have boarded the plane. Lu Lianguang was lying on the bed and swiping his comment area—it would take more than ten hours to see him.

The day did not go as expected, and Tang Tu’s plane was delayed.

He has been sitting on the plane waiting for half an hour, and there is still no sign of taking off. He can only open the pen tip literature website in a bored manner, and read the new chapter just published by Lu Lianguang again.

…So lovely. Tang Tu’s heart was itching, and he registered a new account, ready to show his affection as a reward.

The client prompts: Please give yourself a name, the nickname cannot be repeated!

He typed in the words “sweet and sour”, and then his fingertips hovered above the screen and stopped. What is it called this time? Sweet and sour omelette seems to have been used last time…

Tang Tu was switching back and forth between the various software unconsciously, looking for inspiration. Suddenly, when he switched to the chat software, he didn’t move.

Hmm… Tang Tu stared at Lu Congguang’s black-and-white head portrait for a while, and whispered, “Who told you to lie to me.”

He entered two words by hand and clicked OK. The client jumps out of the prompt box—

Congratulations, Sweet and Sour Coriander, your registration is successful.