Chapter 67

Liu Meng was explaining a math problem to Zhou Shiyuan when Guo Yunting entered with a plate of fruit, calling the two to stop and take a break.

"Shiyuan, your mother has to go on a business trip for a week due to some matters at school. I'll leave early tomorrow morning. Your grandparents are on a trip, so I'll send you to your great-grandparents' house. Is that okay? I've already prepared your luggage," Guo Yunting said, looking a bit tired.

"No! If you want to go, go ahead. I'm not going anywhere; I'll just stay at home by myself," the little girl said stubbornly, turning her head away from Guo Yunting.

"You're such a naughty child," Guo Yunting couldn't scold her too harshly in front of Liu Meng, but her tired face looked even more weary.

With the mother and daughter having a temper tantrum, Liu Meng didn't know what to say, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.

"Liu Meng, can you come here for a moment?" Guo Yunting gently opened the door and beckoned to Liu Meng.

The two walked straight into Guo Yunting's room. Being alone in a private space with a man, even a young one, made Guo Yunting feel a bit awkward. "Sit down," she said.

Liu Meng sat down as instructed. This was only the second time he had entered Guo Yunting's bedroom, which was still decorated in a warm, elegant, and uniquely personal style, much like her character.

"Liu Meng, can I ask you for a favor?" Guo Yunting felt a bit embarrassed to ask.

"Sister, don't call me 'aunt' anymore; it makes me feel strange," Liu Meng smiled and replied.

Guo Yunting felt a bit embarrassed again. She opened her mouth to call herself "sister," but it seemed too casual. After some thought, she said, "Um, I want to ask you for a favor, okay?"

"Tell me what it is first. If you want me to pick stars or the moon from the sky, I can't do that," Liu Meng joked.

Ms. Guo always spoke in a reserved and polite manner.

Guo Yunting's lips curved into a rare smile, and her mood improved. "I'm not a little girl, picking stars or the moon," she laughed, feeling relaxed and happy chatting with this big boy, and she couldn't help but think of the awkward scene from last time.

She composed herself and said, "Our school has an urgent training program that requires me to be away for a week. Can you take care of Shiyuan for me? Don't worry, I've already talked to a parent in the same neighborhood. Shiyuan will go home with their child after school. You just need to take her out for dinner and let her stay at home at night. I've already prepared the guest room for you."

Liu Meng chuckled, thinking that Guo Yunting was really reserved. It seemed she had already thought of this method and deliberately asked Zhou Shiyuan if she wanted to go to her great-grandparents' house, knowing the little girl wouldn't want to go.

Thinking about it, it wasn't a difficult task. He just needed to take the little girl out for dinner, and staying at home at night would be even easier.

"I know this is a lot to ask, but I can pay you extra for the week," Guo Yunting said, seeing Liu Meng deep in thought.

Guo Yunting rarely asked for help, and this time it was quite sudden.

"Sure, as long as Shiyuan doesn't mind," Liu Meng replied.

Guo Yunting was delighted and quickly handed him an envelope, which was full. She said, a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, Liu Meng, I haven't paid you yet. This is your monthly salary and the expenses for this week. If it's not enough, let me know when I get back."

Liu Meng took it without hesitation, feeling the thickness and thinking it must be around 5000 yuan. Since he wasn't too well-off, he accepted it.

Guo Yunting then meticulously explained Zhou Shiyuan's daily habits and requirements, such as when to go to bed and when to wake up. She talked for half an hour and, worried that Liu Meng might forget, handed him a small booklet with all the details.

When Liu Meng returned to Zhou Shiyuan's room, he thought to himself that taking care of a little girl wasn't easy, and he was a bit regretful for agreeing to the task.

"What did my mom say to you?" the little girl asked with her big, black eyes.

"Not telling you!" Liu Meng said, deliberately teasing her.

"Hmph, I know anyway!" the little girl shook her head, wrinkling her cute little nose, and replied word by word.

"If you know, why ask?" Liu Meng mimicked her.

The little girl gritted her teeth in anger, looking like she wanted to pounce and bite him. "Are you going to tell me or not? You forgot our agreement?"

Oh, she even knows how to use a bit of charm, Liu Meng thought, staring at her.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful girl before?" Zhou Shiyuan said fiercely.

"I was just thinking, why have you been so well-behaved lately? Are you up to something?" Liu Meng replied.

"Uncle, you're so petty. It's been so long, and you still remember it," Zhou Shiyuan pouted. "What did my mom ask you to do? Are you going to tell me or not?" She picked up a pair of scissors and approached him, snipping them.

"What else? Your mom has officially entrusted you to me. From now on, you'll be under my management, understand?" Liu Meng said sternly.

The little girl was delighted and giggled, "I knew she would ask you to stay with me. Hehe, I have to think about how to spend these seven days."

The little girl was very pleased. When Guo Yunting asked her earlier, she cleverly suggested that Liu Meng could take care of her for a week, which led Guo Yunting to entrust Liu Meng with the task. Otherwise, with her personality, she wouldn't have thought of it.

Liu Meng rolled his eyes and said, "Who said you could play? Did I agree?"

The little girl patted Liu Meng's shoulder affectionately, "Uncle, we're close, right? You wouldn't be so heartless, would you?"

She blinked her big, black eyes, looking pitiful.

Liu Meng suddenly felt that the next seven days might not be easy. He sat in front of the computer, staring at the flashing icon of the beautiful editor.

He opened it and saw multiple messages, the last one reading, "Fatso, where have you been?"

He replied, "Fatso is dead."

Donggua immediately replied, "Hey, where have you been? You haven't responded for half a day. What are you up to? Are you going to sign the contract with us?"

Donggua, losing her patience, asked again.

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you? Just wait a bit longer."

Seeing this message, Donggua crumpled the paper in front of her,揉搓着，直到揉烂了。

"怎么啦？谁惹我们小冬瓜生气啦？" 总主编严辉还在加班整理资料，出来冲杯咖啡正好看到咬牙切齿做鬼脸的冬瓜。

"还不是三胖，书已经火爆成那样了，愣是没有签约的动静，我又尝试联系了几次，就是不答应。" 说到此，冬瓜还是气呼呼的。

"你就是不服输的性子，决定的事就非得做到，这下可碰到硬钉子了吧。" 严辉抿了口咖啡笑嘻嘻说道。

"公众版都上传到1百万了，大部分书都该完本了，这个三胖会不会是想走实体，所以只是发到网上增加人气而已。" 严辉沉吟一下又说道。

"我看不象，他的书我一直追着看，按照目前的情况，这本书很可能超过五百万字，他这是放长线钓大鱼，一直培养读者的兴趣，所谋绝对不小。" 冬瓜极为认真回道。

严辉看着她严肃的表情，忍不住又是一笑，"幻刀书盟那边情形如何？夜郎有什么举动么？"

"哈哈，夜郎除了示好，应该是没啥举动了，他就是这样一人，我们真该庆幸有这样的竞争对手。" 说起这个，冬瓜有些高兴，至少还有着机会把三胖争取过来。

"夜郎的确是有些书生意气，不过你也别小看他，正是因为如此，有很多作者甘愿跟着他，何况还有一个萧学强，这可是个精明人。" 严辉也有些笑意。

"你今天心情不错嘛，是不是融资的事有进展啦？" 冬瓜看他高兴，忍不住问道。

"盛世集团江大桥约我明天最后谈判，应该是差不多能拿下来了，这段时间紧绷的一根筋终于可以放下了。" 严辉故作轻松说道，实际上心里还是非常紧张，越到紧要关头，可越是不能出啥岔子。

"对了，忘了告诉你，和你齐名的另外一位网络美少女作者江月寒就是江大桥的独生女儿，如果江大桥注资我们网站，江月寒很可能会顺理成章入主点娘，到时候你可别意气用事。" 严辉有些无奈说道，他很希望冬瓜能体谅他的难处。

"难道不能找别的公司融资么？" 冬瓜一听到江月寒，如同仇人见面、分外眼红。

实际上两人并没什么具体的嫌隙，只是因为两人的作品风格、人气、特点都很类似，知名度也差不多，总会被人拿来比较，自然而然就形成了竞争态势。

"我的小姑娘，若不是江月寒的影响力，我相信江大桥也不会对我们网络文化感兴趣，我们现在可是草根的代名词，哪有别的公司看上我们呐。" 严辉苦笑。

他只希望明天的谈判能够顺利，好睡个安稳觉。

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请一些朋友手下留情吧，真的没必要如此骂人，作者君就是这样的写作风格，每天花费这么长时间写作，只为了看她的人能够开心一下。

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Donggua crumpled the paper in front of her, rubbing it until it was completely ruined.

"What's wrong? Who made our little Donggua angry?" Chief Editor Yan Hui was still working late, organizing materials. He came out to make a cup of coffee and saw Donggua making a face.

"It's that San Pang. His book has become so popular, but he hasn't shown any signs of signing a contract. I tried contacting him a few more times, but he still refused," Donggua said, still fuming.

"You're so competitive. When you decide on something, you have to see it through. This time, you've hit a hard wall," Yan Hui sipped his coffee and chuckled.

"The public version has already reached 1 million views. Most books should be finished by now. Is San Pang planning to go for a physical release, using the online platform to build popularity?" Yan Hui pondered for a moment and added.

"I don't think so. I've been following his book, and based on the current situation, it's likely to exceed 5 million words. He's playing the long game, continuously cultivating reader interest. His ambitions are significant," Donggua replied seriously.

Yan Hui looked at her serious expression and couldn't help but smile again. "How's the situation with Huandao Book Alliance? What's Ye Lang up to?"

"Haha, Ye Lang is just being friendly. He's that kind of person. We should be grateful to have such a competitor," Donggua said, feeling a bit relieved. At least there was still a chance to win over San Pang.

"Ye Lang does have a bit of a literary flair, but don't underestimate him. Many authors are willing to follow him, and there's also Xiao Xueqiang, who is a shrewd person," Yan Hui added with a smile.

"You seem to be in a good mood today. Has the financing issue made progress?" Donggua asked, seeing his happiness.

"Jiang Dajiao from Shengshi Group has scheduled a final negotiation with me tomorrow. It should be close to a deal. I can finally relax after being on edge for so long," Yan Hui said, trying to sound relaxed, but he was still very nervous. The closer to the crucial moment, the more he couldn't afford any mistakes.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you. Jiang Yuehan, the other famous female author who is often compared to you, is Jiang Dajiao's only daughter. If Jiang Dajiao invests in our website, Jiang Yuehan might naturally take over Dian Nang. I hope you won't act rashly," Yan Hui said, a bit helplessly, hoping Donggua would understand his difficulties.

"Can't we find another company to invest?" Donggua's face turned red with anger at the mention of Jiang Yuehan.

In reality, the two didn't have any specific grudges. It was just that their writing styles, popularity, and characteristics were very similar, and they were often compared, naturally leading to a competitive atmosphere.

"My dear, if it weren't for Jiang Yuehan's influence, I don't think Jiang Dajiao would be interested in our online culture. We are the symbol of grassroots, and no other company would look at us," Yan Hui said with a bitter smile.

He only hoped that tomorrow's negotiation would go smoothly so he could get some rest.

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Please be kind, friends. There's no need to curse so much. The author writes in this style, spending so much time each day just to make her readers happy.

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