Goddaughter CEO fishes for Qin Xun and Xia Ning

Back to the hospital.

Xia Ning walked into Liu Jingya's ward and saw her parents eating steamed buns and soy milk, and said.

"Dad, Mom, I just went to the post office to protect the copyright of the novel written by Qin Xun."

"I have already sent it to Mr. Zheng."

Her father raised his head, glanced at her lightly, and said.

"Since you have cooperated with Zheng Mingquan, you should be sweeter and call him 'Uncle Zheng'. Let's get familiar with him first. Maybe I can help you in the future."

Hearing this, Xia Ning felt funny.

Do you also know that Zheng Mingquan is capable and can support the juniors?

But why did you insist on cutting off the opportunity for Qin Xun and Zheng Mingquan to cooperate before?

You really don’t regard Qin Xun as one of your own!

There was so much on her mind that Xia Ning didn't dare to say it out for fear of intensifying the conflict between her father and Qin Xun.

She responded softly and walked into the room to have breakfast together.

It was a long time ago for the three of them to sit down and eat steamed buns together.

Xia Shujie held a glass of soy milk in his hand, lowered his head and looked at the half-bitten meat bun in his hand, and asked seemingly casually.

"Ning Ning, has Qin Xun finished writing the novel?"

Hearing Xia Ning's "hmm", he asked again.

"Short story?"

I heard Xia Ning reply: "Long story."

Xia Shujie couldn't help but be startled. He didn't quite understand how long a science fiction novel was.

But according to the average novel, it should be at least 60,000 to 70,000 words, right?

He raised his head and looked at Xia Ning and asked slightly mockingly.

"He wrote 60,000 to 70,000 words in one night?"

"Only quantity, not quality?"

"Is Qin Xun so perfunctory in everything he does?"

When Liu Jingya heard this, she shook her head slightly and thought with a snicker on her lips.

Why did Qin Xun have to stay up all night to write 70,000 to 80,000 words?

I just asked you to watch the screen recording of Moyu No. 1’s live broadcast, but you refused to watch it, which made you say such ignorant things now.

I really don’t know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.

Some people code like drinking water.

Xia Shujie didn't notice his wife's expression and asked again.

"How many words are there?"

He pretended to be indifferent on his face, lowered his head to take a sip of soy milk, but pricked up his ears to listen to Xia Ning's answer.

Xia Ning only heard a light sentence.

"It's a long novel, with more than 800,000 words."

Xia Shujie's heart trembled, and he subconsciously grabbed the soy milk cup with his palm.

The lid of the soy milk flew up and the soy milk flew up, splashing all over his face.

He didn't bother to wipe his face and let the soy milk flow down his cheeks. He looked at Xia Ning dumbfounded and asked.

"How many words did you say?"

"How many words did you just say?"

"Eight hundred thousand words?"

"Eight hundred thousand words in one all-nighter?"

"Do you think I'm a pig?"

"Am I so easy to deceive?"

"Can you speak beyond your head!"

"Everyone has written essays. A high school essay is 800 words, and 800,000 words is a thousand. You are talking nonsense!"

"Eight hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand back, ha—eight hundred thousand."

"Eight hundred thousand……"

Xia Shujie became angrier and more anxious as he spoke, but he found a faint smile on Xia Ning's lips, and heard Liu Jingya chuckle, and suddenly felt a little unsure.

Could it be...really?

suddenly.

Xia Shujie felt someone touch his arm and thought it was his wife who was handing him a tissue to wipe his face. He turned around and saw that she was handing him a mobile phone.

Liu Jingya said.

"Lao Xia, look at this video."

Xia Shujie felt something bad. He reached out to take the phone and clicked on the Douyin video screen recording.

Suddenly, a violent "click, click, click, click" sound sounded, which made his eardrums feel uncomfortable.

He looked at the video of his fingers flying like wild bees on the keyboard, and his face became ugly.

He raised his head and looked at Xia Ning, then at Liu Jingya, and complained.

"Why didn't you tell me that Qin Xun had this ability before?"

"Do you have to see me embarrassed?"

Seeing that neither woman answered, but only showed expressions that were half-smiling but not smiling, Xia Shujie became even more angry.

He glanced down at the video and was once again shocked by the speed, so he simply turned off his phone.

Out of sight!

Xia Shujie put down his cell phone and sat on the chair with a dull expression. He wiped the soy milk on his face with a pack of tissues, feeling a little worried about his seniority.

You don't really want to recognize Qin Xun as your eldest brother, do you?

after awhile.

He looked at Xia Ning and asked.

"Qin Xun doesn't have to think about anything when he writes?"

“What good things can be written so quickly?”

Xia Shujie looked at Xia Ning expectantly, but heard her words that disappointed him.

"Dad, I think it's hand speed that limits Qin Xun's novel progress, not his brain speed."

"His brain is so fast that I feel...those songs, movie scripts, and novels are all ready-made in his mind, and they are masterpieces that have been polished thousands of times."

Xia Shujie's heart sank when he heard this answer.

I heard Xia Ning pick up the knife again.

"Qin Xun's "The Wandering Blue Star", which conquered Uncle Zheng... was written live in the video you just watched. It was written quickly and well."

"Uncle Zheng is already preparing to invest 3 million yuan to make a movie."

When Xia Shujie heard about the 3 million investment, he probably understood the weight of the script, and he just prayed that this long novel "The Three-Body Problem" would be unfinished.

Can a novel that doesn’t end badly still be called a novel?

……

The morning passed and Qin Xun was catching up on his sleep.

The afternoon passed again, and Qin Xun was still catching up on his sleep.

night.

Liu Jingya's room.

Xia Ning, Xia Shujie, and Liu Jingya were chatting.

suddenly.

A cell phone rang.

Secretary Xia picked up the phone and saw that it was Zheng Mingquan.

His scalp suddenly felt tight and he had an ominous premonition. After hesitating, he still answered the phone.

Zheng Mingquan's excited and smiling voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Xia! Mr. Xia! Mr. Xia!"

"I'm disturbing you again, please forgive me!"

"Hahahaha!"

Xia Shujie felt that his tone was a little too excited and asked.

"Mr. Zheng, are you still here for the novel "Wandering Blue Star"?"

But I heard Zheng Mingquan say.

"Hey, Mr. Xia!"

“Don’t talk about work, don’t talk about work!”

"I'm looking for you this time because of personal matters."

Xia Shujie was even more puzzled. He and Zheng Mingquan had met several times and had certain business contacts, but they were not in-depth cooperation.

The two of them don't have many personal relationships, so where can they talk about anything private?

Xia Shujie said.

"It doesn't matter if you say so!"

Zheng Mingquan was heard laughing a few times, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. After a while, he asked with a smile.

"When I called you yesterday, I heard that you were not very satisfied with Qin Xun?"

These words played into Xia Shujie's hands, he said seriously.

"My opinion of him is not that I am not very satisfied, but that I am very dissatisfied."

"Extremely dissatisfied, quite dissatisfied, very dissatisfied."

He said "dissatisfied" four times in a row, completely unaware that Liu Jingya frowned and stared at him.

Xia Shujie heard Zheng Mingquan laugh a few more times on the phone and say.

"That means there are some problems with the relationship between Qin Xun and your daughter?"