Zhan Beijue, clean and ready, lay on his bed. As he was using his phone to review files via email, a WeChat message suddenly popped up.
He opened it to see a friend request from Jiang Nanfang.
*Repay the money.* Heh, a woman blinded by money, she remembered clearly.
He accepted it, transferred ten thousand yuan without hesitation, then typed: Received. Friend deleted. I don't think we need to contact each other anymore.
As if anyone was eager to contact you.
Jiang Nanfang received the money and decisively clicked delete.
Despite her reluctance, Jiang Nanfang went to the electrical company the next morning. After more than a month of work, all the molds had been developed, waiting for Jiang Nanfang to arrange the assembly.
Jiang Nanfang guided everyone in assembling the new product. The samples were taken to the lab for performance testing, keeping her busy for the entire morning.
She ate lunch in the canteen. After eating her fill, just as she was about to lie down in the lounge for a rest, an unfamiliar phone number rang. It was a local number from Nancheng.
She hadn't returned to Nancheng in years, and no one knew her whereabouts. Who would call her? She assumed it was a spam call and didn't answer.
However, the phone kept ringing, and the caller immediately sent a text message: Hello, I am an editor from Huohua Comics. I saw your manga on Weibo and was very impressed by its creativity. We are interested in signing a contract with you. Please call back when you have time so we can discuss the details. Thank you.
An editor from a comics company?
Jiang Nanfang hadn't logged into Weibo for over a month and had almost forgotten about drawing manga.
After reading the text, she quickly opened Weibo and logged in to check.
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 flooded in, numbering tens of thousands.
It was as if the comments section had been flooded with paid commenters, all marveling at the originality and captivating nature of the story, urging her to update it quickly.
Jiang Nanfang opened her private messages and saw that editors from several comics companies had sent her collaboration invitations.
The manga was adapted from her real-life experiences with Zhan Beijue, drawn out of boredom and as a way to vent her frustration. It had inexplicably become popular, with so many people wanting to publish it.
She didn't think her story with Zhan Beijue was interesting or captivating, nor did she want to share it with everyone. She also disdained the meager publishing fees.
She had no intention of publishing.
After looking for a while, Jiang Nanfang completely ignored it and exited Weibo.
Zhan Family Residence.
Gong Beibei, having lunch with Aunt Zhou, had been recounting Zhan Beijue's impolite behavior from the previous day since she entered the house, which greatly angered Mrs. Zhan.
From a young age, she had felt that Zhan Beijue 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 social standing seemed diminished, in reality, the family fortune passed down through generations was still beyond the reach of most families.
Moreover, Gong Beibei was intelligent and lively, and she got along well with her. She was too suitable to be her daughter-in-law.
In fact, Mrs. Zhan had intended to match them during their university days, but Zhan Beijue, with his peculiar taste, had secretly married an ugly woman behind her back. After all the twists and turns, 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 Beijue to come back for lunch and apologize to the young lady in person.
He admitted that his actions last night were indeed wrong, and an apology was necessary both ethically and legally. Zhan Beijue did not refuse and rushed back for lunch.