It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

Su Chen: "I have an account here, which has been banned by Penguin Games. I would like to ask you to unblock it for me."

"Huh? Unblock the game account?"

The editor-in-chief was stunned.

ha? What the hell?

Find yourself, the editor-in-chief of a manga, to talk about unblocking the game account, what kind of magical brain circuit is it?

I didn't expect that the so-called help refers to this?

It seems that such a small matter cannot make Teacher Maoxuewang owe him favors.

It’s as if the eraser at your deskmate dropped on the floor and you picked it up for her. For such a trivial matter, do you still expect her to return you as a grown-up?

"Sorry editor, it's my sister's game account, the mobile game Cross Fire..."

Su Chen typed until the end, feeling a little embarrassed.

does it.

Tai Nima was embarrassed.

The editor-in-chief pondered for a long time before slowly replying: "Yes, Teacher Mao Xuewang, please tell me the account number and server, and I will ask for you."

"good."

Su Chen then sent the account number to the editor-in-chief.

Su Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, stared at his chat screen with expectant eyes the whole time.

Soon, the news page that was silent again became active again.

Editor-in-chief: "Teacher Mao Xuewang, I asked the technical department of the game to check. This account was detected and reported too many times ten minutes ago. It was determined to be banned, right?"

Su Chen thought for a while and typed: "Almost."

This made Su Xiaoxiao on the side unhappy, and shouted: "What do you mean by 'almost'? I, Su Xiaoxiao, obviously didn't cheat, it was this horse uniform that sealed me by mistake!"

"Tell me about horse clothes again, believe it or not, they won't help you anymore?" The corners of Su Chen's mouth twitched slightly.

What an ugly face you are for asking for help and revealing others' faults.

But fortunately, he and the editor-in-chief communicated by typing, and the other party didn't know anything about what Su Xiaoxiao was muttering.

"But I'm telling the truth! I've drawn hundreds of treasure chests from the king, and I didn't even get a single one! This explosion rate is not as good as the joint connection next door!"

Su Xiaoxiao kept thinking about it.

What followed were some words that Su Chen couldn't understand, such as "Single-draw ten consecutive draws to get black rider Hatsune", "One-shot direct three-star pudding", "One hundred king boxes only have fragments" and so on.

Make him roll his eyes again and again.

So, to play games for krypton gold lottery, how much did you spend in these games?

And it's a game with no guarantees.

It is said that Africans should not touch the game pool without guarantee, why do you have to be stubborn?

At this moment, the editor-in-chief sent another message: "Okay, let me talk to the technical department, it will probably be unblocked, and it won't be unblocked in the future... Then, Teacher Maoxuewang, let your sister Pay attention, the game department has been very strict about reporting and handling recently."

As soon as this message is sent out.

Su Xiaoxiao was almost blown away.

"Ah, what kind of world is this? You should pay attention to being reported for playing games too well? Am I breaking the balance of the game with my feelings?"

Su Xiaoxiao ignored the fried hair.

Su Chen knew that the editor-in-chief who didn't know was kind enough to remind her.

After that, I checked Su Xiaoxiao's account, and after confirming that she could log in, Su Chen also thanked the other party very politely: "Thank you, editor-in-chief, you can already log in to the game here."

"It's a small matter, don't be polite." The editor-in-chief, "But speaking of it, the account of your sister, Teacher Maoxuewang, is really powerful. I spent nearly 10,000 yuan in the past week, and such a new player is still rare. Yes."

"What? Nearly ten thousand yuan?"

Su Chen was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but look at Su Xiaoxiao who was about to continue playing games.

Didn't you just tell yourself how many thousands of kryptons there are?

It’s really yours, stinking girl, 10,000 yuan a week, at this rate, 80% of the anchor’s salary is taken by you, right?

"That's right, a total of more than 9,860 yuan has been recharged, and the highest recharge was 648 eight times a day." The editor-in-chief explained the account flow clearly like a data broadcaster.

Suppressing the vague anger in his heart, Su Chen answered "Oh" with a dark face.

He knew that if he was chatting with the editor-in-chief now, he still had to endure it first.

When the private chat was over, he turned his head slowly, grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's stunned hair, stared at him with death, and said, "Tell me, what are you trying to do if you spend 10,000 yuan a week and want to hide it?"

"Ah! I didn't lie to the sky! Isn't more than nine thousand yuan a few thousand? Let me go!"

The little girl who was strangled by fate, struggled hard like a cat whose neck was pinched.

"Hehe, Chinese is not bad, word games are so 6."

"How can this be called a word game..."

"In short, don't spend so much money on games in the future."

"Uh... Then before I make a big krypton gold next time, I should make a report to you, brother?"

"Do you dare to have a next time?"

"..."

Just as the siblings were arguing and arguing, the editor-in-chief sent another message on their mobile qq.

"Teacher Maoxuewang, have you changed your intentions in your work?"

After hesitating for a long time, the editor-in-chief decided to ask this question.

Recently, many novelists with whom he has a good personal relationship want him to contact Mao Xuewang to discuss the adaptation of his works.

On the one hand, the popularity is really too high, on the other hand, they also want to make "Death note" a novel.

Su Chen looked at it and couldn't help asking: "Do you want the animation adaptation rights of "Death note"?"

Editor-in-Chief: "This... is not an animation, but a novel. Many novelists have contacted me privately, wanting to write a novel for "Death note". As for animation, we will not start thinking about it until at least next year."

By the way, he also revealed Su Chen's truth.

"Adaptation is unnecessary, and there is no need for animation, because my adaptation rights have been handed over to station b."

Courtesy is reciprocal, and Su Chen also gave the editor a thorough understanding.

However, to the editor-in-chief, this news is not just as simple as revealing the bottom line, it can be said that it is already comparable to a deep-sea torpedo.

It blew him away.

"What? Teacher Maoxuewang, you said that station B is going to adapt it?"

"yes."

"hiss--"

Couldn't help but gasp, the editor-in-chief was a little dumbfounded.

What is this?

A slack, but was intercepted by a hostile website?

For the comics published on Penguin Comics, Station B took over the right to adapt animations.

That feeling is even more uncomfortable than NTR.

No, it is not appropriate to say that it is ntr.

It's like the daughter I raised, who was pulled up by shit and piss, and then grew up and secretly fucked someone behind her back.

Most importantly, this object is still the enemy he least wants to see.

So the editor-in-chief is feeling cold now.

"Obviously you are from Penguin comics, why did you hand over "Death note" to station b?"

In desperation, he even lost his composure.

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