Zhan Bei Jue cleaned himself up and lay on the bed, reviewing documents via email on his phone when WeChat suddenly popped up with a message.
Opening it, he saw a friend request from Jiang Nan Fang.
"Repay the money." Hah, a woman who only saw money. She remembered it clearly.
He accepted, unhesitatingly transferred her 10,000, and then typed: "Received. Friend deleted. I don't think we need to contact each other anymore."
As if anyone was eager to contact her.
Jiang Nan Fang received the money and decisively clicked delete.
Despite her reluctance, Jiang Nan Fang still went to the electrical company the next morning. After more than a month of hard work, all the molds had been developed and were awaiting Jiang Nan Fang's arrangement for assembly.
Jiang Nan Fang guided everyone in assembling the new product. The samples were taken to the laboratory for performance testing, and she was busy all morning.
She ate lunch in the cafeteria. After eating her fill, just as she was about to lie down in the lounge for a rest, her phone rang with an unknown number. It was a local Nancheng number.
Having not returned to Nancheng for many years, no one knew her news. Who would call her? Assuming it was a spam call, Jiang Nan Fang didn't answer.
However, the call didn't go through, and the caller immediately sent a text message: "Hello, I am an editor from Huohua Comics. I saw your manga on Weibo and found it very creative. We are interested in signing a contract with you. Please call back when you have time, and we can discuss the specific details. Thank you."
An editor from a comics company?
Jiang Nan Fang hadn't logged into Weibo for over a month and had almost forgotten about drawing manga.
After reading the message, she quickly opened Weibo and logged in to take a look.
Her account, which originally had only a few hundred followers, had somehow grown to over twenty thousand. Yesterday's views had reached over four million.
Under her most recent manga, the comments and messages had all exceeded tens of thousands.
It was as if it were being controlled by bots, all expressing that the story was novel and engaging, and hoping she would update it soon.
Jiang Nan Fang opened her private messages and saw that editors from several comic companies had sent her collaboration invitations.
The manga was adapted from her real-life experiences with Zhan Bei Jue. She had drawn it out of boredom and to vent her frustrations, and it had inexplicably become popular, with so many people wanting to publish it.
She didn't think her story with Zhan Bei Jue was interesting or engaging, nor did she want to tell it to everyone. She also disdained the meager publishing fees.
She had no intention of publishing.
After looking for a while, Jiang Nan Fang pretended not to see anything and exited Weibo.
Zhan Family.
Gong Beibei was having lunch with Aunt Zhou. From the moment she entered, she had complained about Zhan Bei Jue's ungentlemanly behavior from the previous day, which had greatly angered Mrs. Zhan.
From a young age, she felt that Zhan Bei Jue and Gong Beibei were a perfect match. Gong Beibei's family had been prominent politicians in Nancheng for three generations. By Gong Beibei's father's generation, they had switched from politics to medicine. Although their family's status seemed to have declined, in reality, the family business passed down through generations was something that most families could only dream of.
Crucially, Gong Beibei was intelligent and lively, and she got along well with Mrs. Zhan. She was truly too suitable to be her daughter-in-law.
In fact, Mrs. Zhan had intended to set them up during their university years, but Zhan Bei Jue had peculiar taste and secretly married an ugly woman behind her back. After going through so much, both of them were now single, and no matter what, she was determined to make this happen this time.
To have left such a beautiful girl alone in a bar, Mrs. Zhan ordered Zhan Bei Jue to return for lunch and apologize to the young lady in person.
What happened last night was indeed her fault, and it was necessary to apologize both in terms of emotion and reason. Zhan Bei Jue did not refuse and rushed back for lunch.