It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

An awards event at a certain point, in a hotel that is covered by a certain point.

"Editor in chief, will vampires also participate in this event?"

Mingyou, the editor in charge of the Lingyi Division, sat in a seat in the lobby, beside him, was the editor-in-chief Li Shi of the Lingyi Division.

"I will participate." Master Li took a sip of tea and glanced at him faintly, feeling like still water.

But Mingyou was nervous: "Really? Have you confirmed it?"

"I said, what is your kid doing so worried about gains and losses? Since this, you have asked no less than ten times, right?"

Master Li couldn't help turning his head.

"Editor-in-chief, I, I'm so excited... I'm also a fan of Doupo, and it's the first time I have signed for such an awesome author, so..."

"Okay, I've confirmed, the vampire will come, he is the pillar of the fantasy side, how could he be absent."

Like this, after getting the editor's confirmation for the first time, Mingyou fell silent.

But it didn't stop for a while, and he soon yelled again.

"Look, editor-in-chief, what a lovely girl came in!"

Mingyou stabbed Master Li who was stabbing aside.

Master Li frowned. He had just started a round of King Pesticide, and then Mingyou came to bother himself again.

Hey, do you think your kid is annoying? Are you familiar with playing games and blowing water together, and now you don’t know how to respect your boss and can’t tell which one is more important?

Complaining in his heart, Master Li looked up impatiently.

Then he couldn't move his eyes.

The little girl at the door looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, with long black hair, and a delicate face like a porcelain doll. I can’t help seeing it. Even with a glimpse, I can feel that the other party is simply cute and messed up. .

"It's so cute."

Master Li's first reaction was that which author brought his daughter over.

Really, I clearly said that I can't bring family members.

In my heart, I wanted to find the guardian of this little girl and said, but she is so cute...

It was difficult to move his gaze away and glanced at the little girl for several times, before he came back to his senses, and loaded half of the king's pesticides in the phone.

Just kidding, how can the game look at the kawaii beautiful girl important?

After observing the surroundings again, Master Li was immediately beside the little girl, and noticed a young guy with the same high-value face, with a refreshing short black hair, and the eyebrows were somewhat similar to the little girl.

Master Li was shocked when he saw it.

Think of something not so good.

Good guy, this dad is so young?

Ghost fu?

I'm going to call the police really.

Various editors and authors around also began to whisper.

"Gosh, what's the matter with this little girl? Are you going with me?"

"Don't be kidding, there are less than ten women who are eligible to attend this event at a certain point. There is absolutely no such young girl."

"Too young, it looks like he's only sixteen...maybe even lower."

"Ah, it's so welcoming, it would be nice if my daughter grows up so cute as well."

"Emmm, don't you think she is familiar? And the young guy next to her."

"Isn't it a high-level relative at a certain point?"

"Impossible. I have participated in this kind of activity several times, and I have never seen such a beautiful girl." A contract editor couldn't help expressing his opinion.

"I heard that the high-levels at a certain point are eating chicken thighs and playing tender molds...Should not, hehe."

"Brother, I kindly remind you that, starting in three years, the highest death penalty." A big brother with a national face patted the person in front of him on the shoulder.

"Hey, do you treat me as a pervert?" The man was annoyed.

"Do you think?"

"..."

At the door, Su Chen and Su Xiaoxiao entered the hall smoothly, and because of the electronic version of the invitation letter, all the way was unimpeded.

After arriving at the place, amidst the discussion of a large group of authors and editors, the little girl kept chatting.

"Look, brother, let me just say it! There are all middle-aged uncles here, and there is nothing to look at at all."

"Hey! Keep your voice down, here are all writers above a certain little god."

Su Chen hurriedly stopped Su Xiaoxiao. He didn't want to be like he was in the pedestrian street at noon today. The map artillery would be sanctioned, okay?

"What's wrong! Don't you tell me the truth? Mum..."

The little girl who talked more and more vigorously was covered by Su Chen's mouth.

"Listen honestly. I'm going to the second floor to find an editor to sign the contract. You can stay here and don't mess up. Find table No. 1 and sit quietly. That's my seat this time with a pseudonym on it. Sign, don’t sit on the wrong place, do you hear it?"

Su Chen lowered his voice, pulled out the dead fish eyes, and said to Su Xiaoxiao in a warning tone.

This is a dinner for writers, not an anchor match. Su Xiaoxiao's style of messing things up and tidying up is definitely not applicable here.

"Hmm!"

The latter nodded desperately in his dangerous gaze, but because Su Chen had covered his mouth, he could only make a vague whining sound.

That’s right, the editor in charge had notified him before he came. This time, the award-winning author, such as the top platinum category, will be arranged at the best table No. 1, where each seat has an exclusive gold wire brand, b grid Very high.

"Then I will go to the second floor now."

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao's horrified little eyes~www.wuxiahere.com~ Su Chen nodded in satisfaction and let go of the other's mouth.

"I'll be back soon, you must not make trouble."

The little girl nodded obediently again.

It's just hard to determine whether it's really cute or pretending to be cute.

But Su Chen didn't have time to make sure that much, and finally gave the little girl a profound sentence again, and he hurried upstairs.

Speaking of it, I was really fortunate this time. The huge writers' dinner, about three digits in number, really didn't recognize their identities.

Well, maybe this is also related to the age of the writer.

For example, some best-selling authors are at least 30 years old and older. Some children can even make soy sauce. How can they have time to watch live broadcasts every day?

Thinking like this in his heart, Su Chen quickly found the private room No.6 on the second floor that Bai Yu said.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked gently on the door.

"Please come in."

There was a calm voice from inside.

I don't know what's going on, Su Chen feels that this scene is very similar to the students going to the teaching office for some reason.

But I am not a student, and the editor in it is not the dean.

call.

Does he seem a little nervous?

md It's just a certain activity in a parallel world. The social people of my two lifetimes are almost 50 years old together, so nervous!

Thinking of this, Su Chen felt confident.

Yes, they are just a group of indigenous people in another world. They are porters in their eyes, but they will exist like the great writers in the future!

So Su Chen's aura changed in an instant, and the last strange emotion in his heart was also swept away.

After neatly tidying up his appearance, he opened the door, his expression indifferent, and strode forward.

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