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Feng Feng clicked on the manuscript that Nie Weidong had just passed on, and read it carefully.

Twenty minutes later.

"Okay, that's great!"

"Xiao Nie, contact the author immediately, "New Martial Arts" magazine is really saved!" Feng Feng's eyes were a little moist, and he had never seen a manuscript that could make him so excited over the years, even if it was He didn't have much feeling for the works of famous martial arts masters, only this one.

"Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword"?

It's so new and wonderful, this is the philosophy of their "New Martial Arts" magazine!

"Okay, I'll contact the author right away!" Nie Weidong was also very excited.

...

The school sports meeting was over, and the school gave everyone a half-day vacation to give everyone time to recuperate. Shu Cheng put on a black mask and returned to his villa.

Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at the empty villa, his brows were slightly frowned, he hadn't seen her family A Xiaorong for several days.

Her daughter-in-law is shy and doesn't take the initiative to send her messages. She is busy typing these days and rarely sends messages to her daughter-in-law.

Shu Cheng tilted his head, and ravaged his short black hair with one hand, um... Is my wife angry?

Shu Cheng chewed the candy, took out the mobile phone in the bag, and sent a text message to the man.

[SMS content: I have a big hormone that I want to release. ——Shu Cheng]

Shu Cheng's brows frowned even more when the text message was sent but nothing came of it. An angry daughter-in-law is the hardest thing to coax!

...

"Ring ring ring—"

The light mobile phone rang, Shu Cheng chewed the candy, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his dark red lips raised a faint curve, the young man looked down at the phone's caller ID.

It's an unknown number.

Shu Cheng frowned, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and his slender fingers slowly pressed the answer button.

Click—the phone is connected.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very excited: "Hello, are you An Zhiruosu?"

Shu Cheng's frowning brows gradually faded away, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he said in his usual lazy voice, "Yes."

The boy's voice was lazy and pleasant, and it was transmitted to the other party's ear through the phone. Although the voice had been distorted by the transmission of electric current, the voice was still refreshing.

Nie Weidong was taken aback, why is this voice so young? !

But he didn't think too much at this time, and said straight to the point: "I am Nie Weidong, the editor of "New Wuxia" magazine. After review, your manuscript "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword" is very valuable. "New Wuxia" magazine would like to invite you Let’s meet and discuss the matter in detail.”

Shu Cheng tapped lightly on the table with his fingers again and again, with a laid-back look, with an elegant smile on his lips.

"May I ask, do you have time now?" Nie Weidong lowered his posture, because Nie Weidong was not sure if An Zhiruo had submitted the manuscript to other magazines. This manuscript is the last hope of "New Martial Arts" magazine .

Shu Cheng chewed the candy, looked at the time, and said, "Okay, half an hour later, Maoyan Cafe, No. 56, Zhongxin Street. If I remember correctly, your magazine is not far from there."

Nie Weidong tried his best to suppress his excitement, and made an "OK" gesture to the editor-in-chief Feng Feng.

"Okay, okay, see you later." Nie Weidong replied.

Shu Cheng hung up the phone, put on earphones and a mask, stroked his neck, and went to the appointment leisurely.

The breeze caressed Shu Cheng's chestnut hair, and she had a slight smile on her face, with her hands in the pockets of her coat, and her unhurried ruffian accent carried her unique style.