In the same private room as before, Fang Zixu was also saying these words.
The person responsible for going to Qingfeng Restaurant to inquire about the information this time has also returned and told everything that happened in the restaurant.
From new music to the character paintings in novels...
It's Su Ping'an singing again, and there's a lottery draw...
After a series of attacks, everything was beyond Fang Zixu and others' expectations, and they were all new tricks that they had never seen before.
After hearing this news, Fang Zixu and his group of bad-legged military advisors were immediately dumbfounded.
"This 'Su Sheng Xiao Meng' has such an ability. Not only can he compose music, but he can also paint... Could it be that he still can't master all three?!"
In the private room, everyone was silent for a while, and the atmosphere became a little depressed.
Fang Zixu frowned deeply, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance and burst out. He slapped the table with a hateful hand, and gritted his teeth and said: "This hateful 'Su Sheng Xiao Meng', it seems that he is iron
My heart is going to be hard for me!"
When his subordinates saw him getting angry, everyone suddenly became cautious.
Later, someone analyzed and reassured: "Fang Wenshi, I don't think we actually need to worry too much. With his Qingfeng Restaurant doing this, although we may catch up temporarily, our results are not standing still.
Coupled with the original seven thousand gap between the two books, even if they really have the ability to pursue it, they may not have enough time."
"Yes, there is only the last day left tomorrow, and it will be over at dusk tomorrow. It is definitely too late for Qingfeng Restaurant to start working now!"
Although his subordinates said so, Fang Zixu's uneasiness still could not calm down. He always felt that everything had gone wrong since he encountered this 'Susheng Little Dream'.
Now he can only silently hope that everything will be as they thought.
…
After a night of silence, the time came to the fifth and last day of the cultural conference.
This morning, the two officials who were responsible for supervising the literary list in the Confucian Saint Temple ate fried cakes and drank soy milk early in the morning. They wandered to the Confucian Saint Temple and began to prepare for a boring day of work.
After several days of fierce competition, until yesterday evening when they got off work, "Ghost Hunter" still stood out on the literary list, ranking first, and no other book could rival it.
There is a gap of 7,000 viewers between the second place and the first place.
Therefore, both of them are almost certain that the top spot in this literary conference will be ‘Fang Zixu’ again.
But just when the two of them strolled to the essay list, one of the policemen glanced at the essay list out of habit, thinking that there would be no change on the essay list after one night.
But he didn't expect that even with such a glance, he doubted whether he was dazzled.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again. After carefully confirming the situation on the list, he immediately couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air. Then he patted the other detective next to him in surprise and shouted: "Team leader, look quickly.
Take a look at the list of essays..."
When another detective heard this, he came back to his senses out of curiosity and said, "What's all the fuss about? Could it be that you could still see ghosts so early in the morning..."
But just after he said this, he suddenly saw the data on the literary list, and then his eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Oh, this is really a ghost!"
I saw that at this moment, the ranking on the article list was the same as yesterday, and there was no change. However, the data gap between the first and second place had unexpected changes.
The first place, "Ghost Hunter", has accumulated a silver level of 5, and the total number of readers is 11,111.
The second place, "A Chinese Ghost Story from a Chinese Studio", has a cumulative literary quality, Silver Grade 5, and a total number of readers of 11,003.
…
In just one night, the gap between the first and second place was more than 7,000, but now it was narrowed to just over 100.
Even if they saw it with their own eyes, the two detectives thought it was a ghost. Otherwise, how could the second place's data increase so fast and catch up overnight?
"Did someone tamper with the essay list?"
"No way, squad leader, this Wen list was created by the Confucian sage. It contains the mark of heaven. Even if King Wen comes, he can't change the data on it!"
"Then how do you explain this situation? Is it true that someone can track down the data like this overnight?!"
For the first time, the two detectives had doubts about Wen Bang.
And when they were questioning, Qingfeng Restaurant was not idle.
I stayed up late and queued up to print the manuscript all night long. Many people have already printed the entire "Xiao Qian". Some people even went out of their way to print ten sets at once. Those who didn't know it thought it was someone from the bookstore who was purchasing the book.
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After these people finished printing the book, they didn't even sleep. They ran back to Qingfeng Restaurant and started shouting about the lottery.
Faced with this situation, Su Ping'an was also a little unexpected, "Oh, are these people so 'sick'? Don't you know that staying up late will make you bald?!"
But since he had promised to go out before, Su Pingan had no choice but to say hello, ask Xiao Fuzi to help, and start preparing for the lottery together.
The lottery is actually very simple, just get a cardboard box, then arrange the prizes to be drawn into 1, 2, 3 and special prizes, write each on a piece of paper, then mix it with other pieces of paper, and stuff them into the box together, and that's it.
Already.
The special prize is the three one-to-one full-body posters of 'Xiao Qian'.
In order to maintain the popularity of the lottery, Su Pingan deliberately put only one of the three special prizes into it for the time being, and then took out the box and started the lottery.
With the complete set of books printed by themselves, the book fans began to draw prizes in the boxes one by one.
Pulled out a piece of paper.
Thank you for your patronage!
wipe!
Next!
Third prize, a picture of Yan Chixia!
"Come on, what I want is 'Xiao Qian'. Why don't you give me a big beard? The worst 'Ning Caichen' is fine! If not, come again. Anyway, I printed three sets of 'Xiao Qian', so it's okay
Three times! The remaining two times are all for me!"
Soon, two more notes were pulled out.
A 'Thank you for your patronage'.
A ‘second prize’.
The book fan was overjoyed when he saw it. He hurriedly held up the winning note and looked at Su Ping'an and shouted in surprise: "Second prize, second prize... what is the prize this time?!"
Su Ping'an grinned, "Congratulations, you won the second prize and a wall sticker of Yan Chixia dancing with swords!"
"Fuck, why is the beard again? I'm cracked. No, I don't believe it. I won't be able to draw 'Xiaoqian'. Just wait for me. I'll go and 'brush' ten more sets right now!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed out of the restaurant door.
Seeing the looks of these people, Su Ping'an couldn't help but secretly smile and said secretly: "Fang Zixu, this idiot, actually competed with me in 'swiping the rankings'. I don't believe you can beat all the 'Xiaoqian' book fans!"
