The mind of an old artist.

Ming He probably knows why Pu Dingliao can say "if criticism is not free, then praise is meaningless". This magnanimity has already killed many authors who beg him to recommend every day.

Styx: "Don't worry, your recommendation position is all what you deserve. It is calculated based on your performance in the last book. It is not out of specification. And the recommendation position is not given to anyone I want. Every week we give it to whoever I want."

Recommended books need to be submitted, and there will be operations staff responsible for reviewing and comparing the data. If the data is too poor, they will be screened out, and our editors’ fixed recommendation slots for this month will be deducted. The rules are like this, so everyone can only submit books with adequate scores.

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Pu Jie was speechless.

Is your Qidian system so advanced?

Damn it, wouldn’t it mean that the better the grades, the more awesome you are, so I would recommend you to the top?

He feels that his book may take a different path from the previous three books.

Drive high and go low.

"Alas, the situation has come to this. This is the only way. As long as the channel does not explode and the copyright cannot be sold, just make some money. Anyway, the company can earn 150 million after settlement, and it does not care about the 2.4 million subsidy. I just want

Don’t cause trouble to the company.”

Pu Jie is becoming more and more Buddhist.

There is no way, this book's performance is like poison.

There are so many poisonous points in the early stage, but it doesn't scare readers away. It's really a damn thing!

Pu Jie cursed and got into his quilt.

In this cold world, only the quilt can bring him a trace of warmth.

"I'm shaking and cold. When will I be able to fight to the death again? I'm so sad. It would be great if someone could help warm the bed."

Pu Jie's eyes lit up and he dialed Han Ruyan's mobile phone number.

Pu Jie: "Here?"

Han Ruyan: "Yes."

Pu Jie: "Uh, that you."

Han Ruyan: "Huh? What do you want to do?"

Pu Jie: "Yes, yes!"

Han Ruyan: "."

That night, the temperature of Pu Jie's quilt rose.

Movement and breathing.
Chapter completed!