My Daily Salted Fish Routine

Wenjian Magazine.

The national sales data at the beginning of the month have been calculated. Compared with the previous period, the sharp increase this time has directly confused everyone at Wenjian.

Not to mention them, other magazines were scared to death.

Eighty-three thousand volumes.

What is this concept?

It directly increased by more than 20,000 to nearly 30,000 copies. This was such a terrifying increase that all the colleagues were simply shocked.

"Damn it, maybe Wenjian was on drugs? Why is he so violent all of a sudden?"

"Luo Jia, "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind" is a hit. He really brought Wen Jian up. It's terrible. Wen Jian invited Luo Jia. It's really bad luck."

"If it continues to skyrocket like this and breaks through the 100,000 mark, Jianghu Fengyun's position as the boss of martial arts magazines will be in danger."

Who would have thought that a magazine that was barely standing on the edge of the second tier would suddenly soar into the sky?

The others didn't expect it, Jianghu Fengyun didn't expect it, and Wenjian himself didn't expect it either.

The plot of "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind" is also unfolding in an orderly manner.

As the plot develops to this point, Li Wenxiu's emotional path becomes increasingly tangled.

A lot of people in the industry subscribed to the magazine one after another, wanting to see what makes this work that turned the tide stand out.

However, it was discovered that a group of people cried for their fathers and mothers after being tortured, but their sales soared. Could it be that they are all jerks, and the more they are tortured, the happier they are?

The surge in sales made Wenjian full of vitality.

Discussions and speculation about the plot are also in full swing on Luo Jia's Weibo.

"Let's not talk about Miss Wenxiu. Your eyes are all on her. Of course, the author has indeed portrayed her very brilliantly, but the other characters are also very good. As of now writing this book, there is one part that makes me palpitate. .

It's that line of poetry that Prime Minister Bai knows is still pressing his sword, and the wealthy family has already laughed and flicked their hats. The general meaning is: Even if you are a close friend, you have been with him for a lifetime, and your hair has turned white, but you still can't completely trust him. He will still harm you, so it is better to hold your sword when you come into contact with him. This place left a very deep impression on me. If I can't trust my close friends who have known each other like this, then what else can I trust? "

"And the next sentence, Zhumen Zaoda laughs at you, which means your friend is prosperous. Don't expect him to help you. He will only laugh at you and ridicule you.

These two lines of poetry are really full of negative energy and are extremely extreme. Li Wenxiu is learning martial arts from this person, so I’m afraid he won’t be affected. When the time comes, out of love and hatred, he chops up Supu Aman with one knife. Isn’t that cheating? "

"It's impossible. How could there be such a divine unfolding? If nothing else, it's impossible for Li Wenxiu's character to do such a thing.

What's strange to me is that this poem is said in the author's book to be written by a person named Wang Wei, but I searched on Baidu and couldn't find this poet. "

After everyone checked, there really wasn't any.

"Could it be that the author wrote it himself?"

"It's amazing. This guy writes a lot of love poems. Didn't you expect he would write such poems?"

Luo Jia also saw the reply and was startled. There was no such person?

In his world, Wang Wei was a very famous poet, but in this world there was no such thing?

He checked online and found that there really wasn't any.

This is very embarrassing.

This poem is very angry, and the lines are full of anger. Maybe it was betrayed by the person closest to it, or maybe a friend turned against him. It writes about a bleak world. This thing, without any life experience, cannot describe the feeling. , Luo Jia is just a college student, how can he come up with so many emotions about life? If he writes it out forcibly, he feels like he is compiling new words to describe his sorrow.

Luo Jia thought for a while and posted on Weibo, "This is an elder I met when I was a child. He was surprised when he saw my skeleton and recited a poem on the spot:

Drinking wine and showing mercy to the king, relationships turn upside down like waves.

Prime Minister Bai knew that he was still pressing his sword, and the leaders of the rich family laughed and flicked their hats.

The grass is all wet with drizzle, and the branches are about to move in the spring wind and cold.

There is no need to ask about the floating clouds of the world. It is better to lie down high and have a meal.

The poem was called "Drinking Wine with Pei Di". I didn't understand its meaning at the time, but now I think it was just to warn me. "

"I see. It seems that the author's family background is also extraordinary. He should be from a scholarly family. This elder's talent is also very amazing."

"This poem seems to describe all the repetitions in life. It is shocking to read. It is a masterpiece written by everyone."

"No wonder the author is so talented at a young age. He was cultivated from an early age."

Luo Qingyi read the reply, rolled his eyes and said: "The scholarly family is a ghost, the old man has got into the eyes of money, and the scholarly family is still here."

"You two are not the same. If you had no money, would Luo Jia write a book?" Liu Yaoyao was even more disdainful. She knew these salty fish siblings very well. When Luo Jia wrote "Wukong" The original intention of "Biography" is because of the jingle of poverty...

Luo Jia covered her face, "After all, the poor people at that time were almost like pants. If it wasn't for money, I would starve to death on the streets."

"Then did you write this poem yourself?" Liu Yaoyao asked.

"Of course not, I told you, I saw it from an elder. If you don't have that experience, you can't write this kind of poem." Luo Jia opened his eyes and told lies.

"Oh, of course ordinary people can't do it, but geniuses are different after all." Liu Yaoyao shrugged.

"Sister Yaoyao, please praise me more." Luo Jia said happily.

Liu Yaoyao gave him a look.

Luo Qingyi curled her lips. There were no elders. She had been inseparable from her younger brother since she was a child. Why had she never seen such an elder before? This was obviously made up.

But since her brother wanted to hide it, she didn't expose it.

Maybe he wanted to hide his clumsiness and take care of other people, including the stupid Liu Yaoyao in front of him, so that they wouldn't feel so inferior.

Hey, being too good is also tiring, and you have to take care of the thoughts of these mortals.