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Text Chapter 132 He Said He Was Not in a Good State Today (Guaranteed Update 13000/13000)

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    "Boss! Where are you? Turn it on!" Outside the door of Qingshan Internet Cafe, a student shouted.

    It was past eight o'clock in the evening, but there was no one behind the counter of the Internet cafe.

    In the Internet cafe, Li Zhengmeng stood behind Jiang Sen, staring intently at Jiang Sen, typing out each word.  Hearing the commotion outside, he irritably replied loudly: "Wait! I'll finish watching first!"

    In the blink of an eye, the 15th has passed, and August is already halfway through. The original manuscript of "My Wife is a Goddess" has reached almost 90% of the progress bar.  , while secretly planning to fight against Huang Shaoju, the biggest villain in the book.  Young master Huang looked as if he was going to kill Qin Feng at every step, but he didn't expect that Qin Feng had a countermeasure for every step.  The route is wrong, the harder you work, the worse you will die. The plot is already moving towards some kind of comedy, and Li Zhengmeng can't stop watching it.

    "Boss, let's turn it on first, and the book can't run" Wei Mianzi, who was sitting next to Jiang Sen, couldn't help but said with a smile when he saw that Boss Li was fascinated by reading.

    Wei Mianzi is the little Wei that Brother Hui and Brother Feng call him, Jiang Sen's editor-in-chief, also known as the Son of the Plane.

    Appointed by the company, he has lived in Qingshan Village for three full days.  In the past three days, watching Jiang Sen's every step from sunrise to sunset every day, his three views have been refreshed like brand new.

    Needless to say about self-discipline.  What made Wei Mianzi go crazy the most was Jiang Sen's explosive output ability.

    In less than 72 hours, under his nose, Jiang Sen wrote nearly 100,000 words.  Except for the 12 hours of sleeping and eating every day, Johnson works like a machine all the time, and his efficiency almost feels like touching the limit of human physiology.  Calculated, almost 3,500 words per hour, non-stop has been rushing to work, without any rest and recreation time in between, the only time for gossip every day is to chat with Li Zhengmeng during meals.

    Usually talking and talking, the coquettish brain circuit can make Wei Mianzi's face full of confusion.

    Sometimes Wei Mianzi really can't tell which is the real him, Jiang Sen when he is working, or Jiang Sen when he is talking shit.  In other words, geniuses are always like this, no matter what they do, they are so different.

    Especially in this madman-like working state, Wei Mianzi believes that some great masters can last for three or five days, but someone like Jiang Sen who can persist from the beginning of July until now, without reducing frequency or stopping for a full month and a half, all  I am afraid that no one can do it, even if the connection is close, it is still far away.  After all, as we all know, some salted fish gods often go out to collect news, are in a bad state, fall in love, their wives give birth, mother-in-law moves, buy a house by themselves, buy a house for renovation, file a lawsuit with a developer, lose the lawsuit and get hospitalized, recuperate, recover.  Because of the status and the fact that my wife has a baby, I have to ask for leave from time to time. It is not bad if I can guarantee to update five to six hundred thousand words every year. On average, I may not be able to write a chapter in three days.

    On the other hand, what about Johnson?  This is simply a proper industry benchmark, a writer's conscience, a model worker, and a god of dedication!

    If we compare a certain committee member to Schumacher in the Internet literature world, then in Wei Mianzi's eyes, Johnson is Armstrong in the Internet literature world, who drives a sports car, how can he compare it to someone who rides a rocket?  No matter how fast you are, you are still on the ground, but everyone else is in the sky!

    Da da da da da

    Under the watchful eyes of Wei Mianzi and Li Zhengmeng, Jiang Sen acted as if no one was there, and continued typing on the keyboard quickly. Li Zhengmeng also ignored Wei Mianzi's persuasion and the urging of the junior high school students outside. After a few minutes, he finally followed Jiang Sen to make the final stop.  Li Zhengmeng rolled his eyes, and said dissatisfiedly: "Broken dog." Finally, he went out to do business.

    Jiang Sen didn't have time to talk to Mengmeng, so he hurriedly checked the typos and wrong sentences, then saved the original document and sent it to the QQ mailbox, then uploaded the manuscript to the website, preset the release time, and hurriedly said to Wei Mianzi: "Let's go, I will  Go to bed early."

    "Wait! Wait a little longer!" Wei Mianzi came back to his senses, and hurriedly called Jiang Sen, "Look at the data first!"

    After the writing level has been confirmed, Wei Mianzi actually doesn't care so much about how long Jiang Sen has to write and how fast he can write. He cares more about the results of the current month and the next month.

    After the first two days of "My Wife Is a Goddess" has been on the shelves, the growth rate of monthly tickets has slowed down in the past few days, but the momentum is still strong, and it is still firmly chasing the top two.  However, compared to the way of purely relying on fans to vote a few days ago, Jiang Sen's current monthly ticket number has basically begun to rely on passerby fans to maintain it.

    When more and more people are inspired by the traffic, they finally gradually feel the charm of Jiang Sen's "Ding Ding" article. Those who usually only read fantasy and fairy tales, once curiousWhat is the difference in itself?  A lifetime contract should be a win-win situation, and only one side wins. That is the exploitation of the proletariat by capitalists.  Think about it tonight, I still have time anyway.  It's past eight o'clock, and I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first.  "

    Jiang Sen glanced at his watch, turned around and entered his room.

    As soon as the door was closed, all three of them were blocked out without hesitation.

    Brother Hui, Mr. Luo and Wei Mianzi looked at each other.

    Brother Hui couldn't help but asked Wei Mianzi, "Let me ask you, this kidhas he always been this crazy?"

    Wei Mianzi thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Crazy is not so crazy, it just feels like the spirit is not particularly normal."

    "That's right if it's not normal." Mr. Luo said, "You must be a genius! How much did he write today?"

    Wei Mianzi replied: "He said he was not in good shape today, and he only wrote 26,000 today."

    As soon as these words came out, Brother Hui and Mr. Luo both changed their expressions.

    President Luo looked at Brother Hui: "Brother Hui, such a character"

    "Think about it." Brother Hui raised his hand and stopped Mr. Luo's words, feeling extremely entangled in his heart, "Let me think about it, think about it again"

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