The members of the Politburo in Beijing and the Standing Committee members were going to hold a group meeting, and after the meeting, they would go to many places to express their condolences. This is also an old tradition that has been formed over the years, and Fan Heng must strictly abide by it at this time.

Zhang Mei has also gone out, and there are also a group visit in the Ministry of Education. They also have to go to various universities in the capital for a walk. At the same time, they also need to come to visit the old comrades who are highly respected in the education industry to greet New Years. Today, they will be very busy all day, and they will be busy until before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Therefore, in the whole family, Fan Kang and Xiao Qiang are all left.

After using one version of the condom, Fan Kang felt refreshed. Xiao Qiang was probably a little tired after being tossed and was still sleeping in bed. He got up and washed up, then went down to have a meal. Only then did he find that Fan Wubing did not show up.

"Have Wubing gone out?" Fan Kang looked at the time. It was past nine o'clock in the morning. It seemed that Fan Wubing had never been a sleepy person, so he asked the nanny at home.

"No, the nanny replied. "In the middle of the night, I ran down to find something to eat, and then went back to my room after the meal, until my eyes didn't come out."

Fan Kang felt a little curious, so he ate some food and ran upstairs to see what plane his brother Fan Wubing was doing. But when he reached the door, he heard crackling typing sounds coming from the room.

"What are you doing?" Fan Kang pushed the door and entered. Qiu found his brother squatting on the bed, pulling the desk to the head of the bed, and his laptop was placed on it, with an ordinary keyboard connected to it, while Fan Wubing squatted on the head of the bed, put on a piece of clothing, and was fully focused on typing.

For Fan Wubing, the appearance of his brother Fan Kang did not attract his attention. His entire mind is in a writing state.

Fan Wubing's typing speed was already good. In addition, because of his smooth thoughts, he only thought for half an hour and then made a general outline of the entire work. At this time, he roughly put out a preliminary outline. In one night, he actually made him code more than 20,000 words, and was in an impact on 30,000 words.

Fan Kang thought Fan Wubing was doing what he was doing. But when he saw that he had neither written manuscript nor chatting, he was typing on the keyboard in the document, allowing the words to be quickly piled up, as if he was writing some manuscript, so he asked, "Brother, what are you?"

Novel. Fan Wubing replied in a simple and clear manner, and his hands kept typing on the keyboard.

Fan Kang was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously, "Writing novels? Do you have a fever? I'm very surprised that you still have this interest. It's fun, isn't it? With such a big company, there is no place for you to work hard? Why do you learn to write novels? Do you want to publish a book? Just find someone to write a writer for it, why is it so laborious and laborious?"

Fan Wubing was in the typing mode at this time, so he was interested in dealing with his brother Fan Kang, so he said, "Well, I'll help me. Call the person on duty in the company and ask them to send them a few more useful keyboards. The one at home is not good at playing Jier, which will affect my condition.

"You don't take it seriously, right?" Fan Kang asked uncertainly. After a while, he didn't see Fan Wubing react, so he sighed and said, "Oh, it's the New Year, can you not give me a red envelope if you ask someone to come?" He said that.

Half an hour later, a car was sent from the company. Several staff members brought more than fifty keyboards into the Fan family. At the same time, there were several new LCD screen desktop computers that had not been opened yet, and then moved these things to Fan Wubing's bedroom.

At this time, Fan Wubing had completed the first 30,000 words, stretched his body, then tugged his head on the bed, stuck out his butt and stuffed his head into the quilt, and shouted in a muffled voice, "Ahhhhh, I'm so tired."

When the staff came in, they happened to see Fan Wubing sticking his butt and stuffing his head into the quilt, like an ostrich. They were all a little happy. They thought that the New Year was the New Year when they saw the boss like this, and it seemed that this trip was worth the money.

However, Fan Kang obviously didn't want his brother to make a fool of himself, so the commanders and others put the things in place, then opened the packaging boxes of two computers, put the machine up, debugged it, and connected it to the wireless network at home. Then he said to Fan Wubing, "Brother, if you type, it's much better to use this than to use a laptop."

Fan Wubing twisted his eyes on the bed, like a lively carp. He jumped up again, moved his crackling bones and joints for a while, and then said, "It's really not something that humans do. It usually takes more than ten hours, and his thinking is so clear that he has just completed so much. If he changes his state, it's unlikely that he will reach this speed."

In fact, Fan Wucai Se Vip Chapter 668 is updated quickly. According to the normal speed, if you are full-time, you can write it in a high-speed way every day. If you have more, the quality will not be guaranteed. After all, readers of this period are still quite picky and have higher requirements for the quality of the text. Too pale text and plots are difficult to resonate.

Seeing that a staff member had come, Fan Wubing gave an order and asked them to sort out the things they wrote, and then directly passed them to the editor of Huafeng.com. Everything was ready there, just waiting for Mr. Fan's novel. After receiving the manuscript, everyone quickly read it.

"The female editor said with wide eyes.

"Can such a thing be called a novel? A male editor said, "I thought it was the plot I dreamed of when I was dreaming!"

"Actually, I think it's very beautiful, very entertaining, very sensational, and there's no need to use my brain." An intern editor who joined Huafeng.com expressed his opinion without any hesitation.

"Editor-in-chief, what do you think?" Everyone finally handed the questions to the editor-in-chief who rushed over to the Internet.

The editor-in-chief widened his eyes. After reading the 30,000 words that Fan Wubing handed over in one breath, he couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know how to read Boss Fan. It's useless to call a bookworm."

"Editor-in-chief, everyone asks you for your opinion, the vice president reminded me.

"Update! Call the boss and ask him to update it quickly!" The editor-in-chief waved the print draft in his hand, and the crazy look was like a fire-breathing dinosaur urging updates.

Fan Wubing made some food at home, and then watched Fan Kang take out the red envelopes and send the staff, he felt that he needed to go out and take a breath of fresh air. However, he was still more concerned about whether he could hang his novels on Huafeng.com today, and also more concerned about whether readers can accept his crazy writing style?

If your judgment is wrong, or your novel is coldly accepted and even boycotted, it will make you feel very embarrassed.

After reading the web page, before his novel was related to it, Fan Wubing walked out, walked around the courtyard, then made a complete routine, and gave each other New Year's greetings to several acquaintances he met, and then returned home.

At this time, I saw Fan Kang and Xiao Qiang, each sitting on the sofa with a laptop, looking at something. It seemed that the two of them were communicating from time to time, and then they continued to look at the laptop screen.

Fan Wubing turned his head and looked at their screens, and suddenly found that what the two of them were looking at was the manuscript "Assal ascension" that he had driven out overnight.

In this book, Fan Wubing is extremely capable. It can be said that within the first 300 words, he deeply grasped the readers' hearts. As the arrival of the three thousand words, a small peak has been set off. Various elements of the urban and fairy tale concept were successfully combined. Coupled with the ridiculous style of Pili Yangqiu, a super-era fantasy novel with unique style and distinctive ideas.

At this time, Fan Wubing had already seen the promotional model of Huafeng.com. The entire special web page was occupied by his own novels. In the message area below, the full version of the message was filled with messages. There were not many other words, and the most was "Update, update quickly! The poster quickly update!"

Text like that.

The messages in the posts limited by Huafeng.com have long been filled with messages, so a special text comment section has to be set up to diversion.

On several major portals with business relationships between Huafeng.com and Huafeng.com, red bay windows appear on the homepage. One is a software that appears strongly, and the other is Fan Yuanbing's New Year novel "Ascendant on the Day".

Soon, Fan Wubing received a call from the editor-in-chief of Huafeng.com. The editor-in-chief screamed extremely enthusiastically on the phone, "Boss, when will it be updated? Readers are so enthusiastic now. The hotlines of the website have been blown up! If you don't update quickly, you may be killed!"

After Fan Wubing put down the phone, he found that his neck was a little chill. When he looked back, he found that Fan Kang and his wife were staring at him blankly, "What are you doing? Why are you so scary?"

"Is this what you wrote?" Fan Kang pointed to the "Ascendant on the Day" on the notebook screen and asked.

"Well, what's wrong?" Fan Wu nodded and admitted.
Chapter completed!