Entertainment: My predecessor is a diva and my current boss is a boss

Compared to Shen Xirou, who was joyful and incoherent, Li Changan still kept a bit of clarity in his mind.

The abnormal growth of [Stars Lighting the Lights] data is largely contributed by the fans of [Late Autumn].

This can be seen from the fans' messages in the background.

The shepherdess at the foot of the Shaolin Temple: [Stars Light Up the Lights] is so nice, I came here after listening to [Late Autumn] to search for singers.

One Piece Luffy: I agree with the upstairs. I thought it was a newcomer who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth. He touched the popularity of Ye Heying, but after listening to it, he immediately became a fan!
Jasmine in the deep valley: Little brother upstairs, when you say you became a fan, do you mean changing your name to One Piece Fan Fei?

.........

Of course, occasionally some trolls with ulterior motives appear in the queue:
Xuqing who loves to eat brown sugar and ginger tea: What, the lyrics are rubbish, the soundtrack is rubbish, and the singing skills are even more rubbish. Listening to this kind of rubbish songs, I feel sorry for my ears...

Soon some fans spontaneously came out to uphold justice,

Take a sheep by the hand: Brothers, this person must be a navy soldier. He came here to find fault, and everyone kicked him out.

Half pure and half wish: Get out of the trolls, we have to listen to the song quietly.

Cloak of the Tomb Keeper: Brothers, I have a suggestion, let's form a fan group!
Take a sheep by the hand: the base has been built, everyone is welcome to join the group, the group number is xxxxxxxx.

Little Flower Picking Bees: Wait for me, I want to join the fan club.

Down with 1008611: Count me in, I'll go too.

……

Li Changan was watching intently, when a sour voice behind him said:

"Hey, there is a fan club? What do you think the children are thinking now? With a song, they start chasing stars. What if the singer is a polio patient?"

Without turning his head, Li Changan hit An Heng, who was behind him in a strange way, on the stomach with his elbow.

Shen Xirou pursed her mouth and said unhappily:
"Hmph, I suspect that you are an undercover agent sent by Peng Ciying."

An Heng rubbed the fat on his chest that Li Changan pissed off:

"I am the messenger of justice, the incarnation of heroism and chivalry. This time I descended from the heavens to deal with scum like Peng Ciying."

"Okay, Marshal Canopy, come down to earth, wait for a while to uphold justice, go and work for me first!"

Shen Xirou pursed her lips and laughed, and made a face at An Heng:

"Haha... Marshal Canopy, why not hum!"

An Heng's face was full of grief and indignation: "Li Laosan, I will fight with you."

Li Changan ignored him, and said judo to Shen Xi:

"Xirou, keep an eye on the data, this time you won against Ye Heying, Brother Chang'an invites you to Jufu Shenghui for a seafood feast."

"Seafood feast?" An Heng wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and slapped his chest hard:
"Third brother, if there is anything you need to do, just ask, don't be polite to me!"

Li Changan quickly walked back to the desk: "I dare not, I'm afraid you will fight me hard!"

An Heng glared: "Whoever dares to step on a horse and dare to make trouble with my third brother will have to step over my corpse!"

As he spoke, he walked over with a flattering face:
"Third brother, what are your orders?"

Shen Xirou gave him a contemptuous look, a seafood feast will change your face, this fat man must be a traitor in the war years!

Li Changan put away his smile and said seriously:
"Okay, heh, there will be a seafood feast, but now you have to contribute first!"

Fatty Anheng patted his chest with a "duangduang" sound:

"Third Brother, there is absolutely no problem, just tell me what to do!"

"I have a novel. I just don't have anything to do recently. You can write it for me and publish it!"

"Okay!" The seafood feast is full of charm, this time Fatty An agreed very simply.

He sat in front of the computer and quickly opened the web page:
"Third brother, the Chinese novel websites in Dalong Kingdom now include Chacha Chinese website and Quanquan Chinese website... Where do you want to publish your novel?"

Li Chang'an pondered for a while: "Either don't do it, or do it if you want to do it. The circle Chinese website doesn't consider it, and it will be published directly on the largest Chacha Chinese website."

An Heng's carrot-like fingers flicked quickly on the keyboard, talking to Li Changan while typing:
"Enter the author's nickname, third brother, is he still called Beiwang Chang'an?"

"No, I'm going to change my vest this time, let's call it vulgar gold!"

"Vulgar gold?" Fatty habitually complained while typing:
"This name is really... unique!"

Seeing that Li Changan, who was about to face black, turned back to normal, An Heng was secretly proud of himself. Although the capitalists made things difficult for him, he was as witty as me.

With his fingers flying, An Heng quickly filled in the author's nickname, contact information, and phone number, and then pressed the Enter key.

"It's done. After the approval over there, you can start publishing the novel."

The No. [-] Chinese website in Dalong Kingdom is not a bragging rights, and the work efficiency is very fast.

After 5 minutes, the computer uploaded the notification sound of data passing.

Fatty An refreshed the page and found that he could enter the writer's background.

"Third brother, what's the name of the novel?"

"The Legend of the Desert Hero!"

"Good name, as soon as you hear the name, a magnificent picture scroll appears in front of you!"

Li Changan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and tapped him lightly on the head:
"There will be opportunities after flattering, now I read your writing!"

An Heng shrank his neck: "Yes, yes, third brother, don't worry about my work!"

"I'm just worried about you!" Li Changan muttered in a low voice, and said seriously:
"Listen, don't make any typos."

An Heng hurriedly typed a line in the document: Chapter 1, the wind and snow changed.

Li Chang'an said slowly: "The vast waters of the Qiantang River bypass the Niujia Village in Lin'an endlessly day and night, and flow eastward into the sea. There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row beside the river. The leaves are as red as fire. It's August..."

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Beijing, the headquarters of Chacha Chinese Network.

Gu Jiujiu huddled on his desk, like a small doormat, quietly listening to the high-spirited discussions of the veteran editors beside him.

"Old Zhang, I heard that you signed a potential rookie yesterday?"

The editor surnamed Zhang smiled and waved his hand:

"What kind of potential newcomer, just a little bit of strength, it's just the first day of signing, and the first order is 3500."

He spoke modest words, and everyone heard the meaning of Versailles.

"Wow, the first order is 3500, and it will be recommended in a few days, and the high order can't exceed 20000!"

Gu Jiujiu's pretty face was livid, and the pen in his hand poked vigorously on the paper, as if he took the blank paper as his enemy.

The little girl is angry for a reason.

Originally, the book of the potential newcomer was assigned to her subordinates.

But for some reason, the editor surnamed Zhang signed the contract first.

Although Gu Jiujiu, a college student who just graduated, was angry about this kind of strife in the workplace, she was powerless to resist.