The pen name Wild Willow was fully deserving of its name in the literary circle.
"Firmament of Ten Thousand Gods" was a masterpiece in terms of friendship, combat, and structure.
It could be seen from how many people were reading the book.
Ye Shaohua knows the weight of this pseudonym. Ye Liu's zombie account, which has not posted on Weibo, has more than 10 million fans.
At that time, those people would know that Ye Liu was the most popular person in the entertainment industry.
Ye Shaohua can even imagine that the scene on Weibo must be more explosive than she got the certificate of M University. At that time, Weibo programmers will lose a few more hairs.
Sister Jiang was applying a facial mask while reading Rong Fei's news on Weibo. She felt refreshed.
Seeing Ye Shaohua's message, her facial mask was scared off.
Without replying to Ye Shaohua's WeChat, he made a phone call directly, "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Shaohua was still thinking about how to euphemistically introduce her identity as a wild willow to sister Jiang.
Ye Shaohua didn't plan to tell Sister Jiang about the CEO of Xiangyang Group now, and she didn't plan to announce it to the public for the time being. Except for Old Pan and the others, no one knew that she was the CEO. She was also the boss of Xiangyang Group's Web Editing Engineering Department.
He was afraid that if he said it out loud, the financial circle would shut itself off.
Sister Jiang made Ye Shaohua stunned, "It's okay, don't worry, I didn't mess around."
Ye Shaohua always had a sense of propriety. If she said that she didn't mess around, she definitely didn't mess around.
Sister Jiang immediately relaxed. She continued to lean on the sofa and slowly patted her face, which was covered with a facial mask. "Tell me, what else do you want me to panic about?"
Ye Shaohua thought that she had talked to Professor Ryan in front of Jiang.
Therefore, she felt that Ye Liu's identity was nothing to Sister Jiang.
"Actually, it's nothing," Ye Shaohua changed the phone in her hand. "I'm just giving you a heads-up. What news will appear one day? Don't panic."
"Good or bad?" Sister Jiang asked.
Ye Shaohua lazily opened her mouth, her head slightly tilted, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed. "Naturally, it's good."
"I'm happy that it's beneficial to you. Why would I panic?" Sister Jiang smiled disdainfully. "When have I ever panicked?"
"That's good." Ye Shaohua was about to hang up after reminding.
Sister Jiang suddenly thought of something. "Wait, don't hang up yet. Do you know that Pantheon's IP rights have been sold? "
"I know." Ye Shaohua found a wall to lean on and pulled her mask.
She remembered that she had sold the copyright herself.
"I heard that the screenwriter of the Xiangyang Group has already written the script for the TV series and the movie. The auditions will be held in half a month," Sister Jiang said seriously. "Go through them in the next few days and go for the audition. The whole entertainment circle will be stirred by the audition. I don't need to remind you how important this movie is to you, right?"
Ye Shaohua was silent: "… OK."
She had a script.
**
On the third day, Ye Shaohua and guozi made an appointment to meet at a Xiangyin club.
This was the address that Guzi had chosen for a long time. He guessed that God Wild Willow might not be able to show his face for some reason, so the security measures were very good.
Ye Shaohua is wearing a mask, a cap and sunglasses. She is fully armed and wearing a black cloak.
It covered her excessively slender figure.
When he arrived at the entrance of the club, he received a phone call.
She has already exchanged with the fruit. Ye Shaohua sees that the caller ID is "fruit".
She picks it up and walks to the service desk.
"Fruit?" She lowers her figure and says very clearly.
Guozi is stunned for a moment and then says very calmly: "Sorry, miss, can you return the phone to the person next to you?"
Ye Shaohua tells the name of the box to the waiter of the club.
Then she says slowly to the person on the other end of the phone, "Do you want to die, child?"
Guozi is now sure that she did not make a mistake.
And … and such a nice, young voice?
Guozi does not come back to his senses for a long time.
He knows that the waiter brings a person to the box.
The other party is fully armed, wearing a mask on her face and a cap on her head is very low.
She lowers her head slightly, and the brim of the cap covers most of her face. Only the black mask can be seen.
There are also the earrings that look snow-white in the black.
The other party reaches out to take off the big black coat and hands it to the cold-faced girl who follows her respectfully.
Her white and slender fingers pinch the black coat. Every part of it is very delicate.
Before he sees the face, Guozi is shocked by the unique cold aura of the person who wraps herself up tightly in front of him.
He originally thought that Ye Liu does not want to be seen because she is not, but now … the fingers, the figure, the temperament, he can see that she is a beauty at first glance.
Guozi is speechless. "Da, da, da … God?!"
Ye Shaohua takes off the hat on her head and casually says, "Take a seat first."
Guozi is about 30 years old. Contrary to his title as an editor, he is almost a meter long editor. As soon as he comes, he expresses his affirmation of the Web Editing Department of Xiangyang Group.
When he was in the Su family, Su Min always thinks that learning web editing is for fun, which makes Su Qing even more playful.
Now the series of technology of Xiangyang Group makes Su Qing look at it in a different light. He doesn't know how many times he asks the staff of the Web Editing Department which big shot made this software.
The Web Editing Department smiles at Su Qing's answer but does not say anything.
This makes Su Qing more confused.
Today, knowing that Old Pan and the God's editing is about to end, Su Qing insists on coming.
Fortunately, Old Pan knows Su Qing's identity, so he brings Su Qing here without hesitation.
Even if he can't see the God in person, it is the same to see the God's editor. Su Qing conveys his deep admiration for the God to Guozi. "Editor Guozi, have you seen the God?"
Guozi is speechless. "Yes."
His tone is a little difficult.
Su Qing's eyes brighten. "What does the God look like? How old is he? "
"Much younger than me." Guozi looks down to check Ye Shaohua's age on Baidu.
Twenty-two.
Ten years younger than him.
She started writing Pantheon Firmament five years ago.
That is, seventeen years old.
Guozi's face is numb.
Su Qing does not see it, but continues to ask about Ye Liu, but Guozi is absent-minded. Su Qing is a little regretful.
He does not continue to ask.
After they sign the agreement, they only stay in the room for five minutes. Guozi is concerned about Ye Shaohua downstairs.
Old Pan is concerned about the next great project. Su Qing is a little disappointed that Guozi does not see Ye Liu. Naturally, he thinks about the Web Editing Department, and his mind becomes active again.
The three of them obviously do not want to stay any longer, and their minds are obviously not here.
After saying that it is a pleasant cooperation, the three of them meet the common requirements and go downstairs together.
They have to walk down a long corridor to reach the staircase.
This club has a bit of an ancient style. There are only three floors, and there is no elevator. The club's investors feel that the elevator will destroy the ancient charm, so there is only the quaint staircase.
The three of them go down the stairs together. When they turn the corner on the second floor, Guozi sees a figure holding a hat and a mask in one hand and a phone in the other. He is typing something on the phone and walking towards them.
The figure is firm and has a bit of frost.
He is stunned for a moment, and subconsciously calls out, "God?"
Old Pan, who is next to Su Qing, subconsciously looks up.
— — Digression — —
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