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Hearing this, Qian Yao Tiao couldn't help but click her tongue. It seemed that the Editor was truly pulling out all the stops to urge her to submit her work. A sense of schadenfreude welled up within her, and she realized just how unkind she had become.
Wei Junzi, as if he could read her mind, quickly corrected her erroneous thoughts: “The fee is calculated at eighty yuan per day. All costs incurred after the submission deadline will be the responsibility of Miss Qian. The company has already paid a deposit before the deadline, so we hope Miss Qian won't delay too long; otherwise, the accumulated amount will be quite substantial.”
“What did you say?!” Qian Yao Tiao jumped up in shock, dialing a number as she spoke. “Wu Qi, that heartless one! Don’t rush me for the submission just yet; I’m calling him right now to clarify things and have him cancel your commission…”
Before she could finish her exclamation, the call was answered.
Qian Yao Tiao launched into a barrage of questions: “How could you send someone to urge me for my submission?! And someone who charges for it at that?! It’s bad enough that there’s a fee, but you expect me to pay it?! This is cutting into my payment; do you realize that?!”
“Yao Tiao, you forced my hand. I told you not to blame me… We both have it tough; if I didn’t resort to this method, I’d really be left with nothing. So I advise you to write quickly and stop thinking you can drag this out with other methods. The longer you wait, the greater the loss!”
Wu Qi seemed to respond with heartfelt concern for a few moments before decisively hanging up on Qian Yao Tiao.
When she tried calling back, the line was busy.
What a turn of events!
There was a time when she was the one chasing after Wu Qi to get through! The most infuriating part was that damned Editor had found her weak spot! For money's sake, she truly could compromise and rush her writing!
“Miss Qian Yao Tiao, finish your breakfast; we’re ready to begin,” Wei Junzi said with a sinister smile, as if he had anticipated this outcome.
That voice felt like a haunting melody in her ears; Qian Yao Tiao thought that what was being urged was not just her manuscript but her very life!
Qian Yao Tiao had always thought that, as a normal person, Wei Junzi would at least go out for a stroll or wander around the streets from time to time.
But to her surprise, he turned out to be a complete recluse! Once he settled into Qian Yao Tiao's study and opened his laptop, he became as still as a monk in meditation, sitting there for hours on end.
He hardly moved from his spot except to use the restroom, and even the hot water was prepared in advance.
Faced with Wei Junzi's strict and relentless approach to urging her to write, Qian Yao Tiao felt utterly helpless. The only thing she could do was furiously type away at her keyboard.
If she paused for even a few minutes, Wei Junzi would shoot her a piercing glance… more accurately, a glance directed at her wallet, making it feel as if her money might sprout legs and run away at any moment.
Thus, Qian Yao Tiao had no choice but to adhere to the principle of "money can make Qian Yao Tiao submit her work" and continued to push through her writing.
Day after day, the word count in her document steadily climbed. She knew that the only way she could do right by her wallet was to finish the manuscript as soon as possible.
However, everyone has their limits, and for a procrastinator like Qian Yao Tiao, she was nearing hers!
"Hey! Hey!" One afternoon, after an intense writing session, Qian Yao Tiao suddenly felt like going on strike.
The more she thought about it, the more it seemed wrong; how could she be so passively pressured into writing?!
Wei Junzi, who was focused on programming nearby, lifted his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My shoulders are about to die! And it rained yesterday; they still hurt a bit. You can't exploit an author like this. Vulnerable groups need protection, right? If this continues, I might retire early!" Qian Yao Tiao said this half-jokingly.
After all, staring at the computer every day inevitably leads to some minor aches and pains in the back. However, Qian Yao Tiao loved shopping and exercised more than the average person, so her symptoms weren't too severe.
Wei Junzi scrutinized her once again, and Qian Yao Tiao immediately put on a sincere expression that was hard to doubt.
But he vaguely remembered that when Wu Qi had taken him to observe the signing event of the manuscript target, Qian Yao Tiao had also pretended to be pitiful in a similar manner, only to be ruthlessly exposed by Wu Qi.
"Alright, then you can rest for a while." For some reason, even though he knew she was faking it, Wei Junzi still felt a bit soft-hearted and pointed to the small bed in the study.
The corners of Qian Yao Tiao's mouth twitched; she was only allowed to rest in the study for a bit.
Was he really not a capitalist? Did he have to be so oppressive?
Seeing Wei Junzi about to speak again, Qian Yao Tiao instinctively sensed he was going to change his mind. She quickly dashed from the computer to the bed like a gust of wind. "Then I'll rest for two hours."
"Fine." Wei Junzi sighed helplessly upon seeing this and got up to walk over to the bed. "But you can't just do nothing. How about this: you dictate, and I'll type. That way, it won't strain your shoulders too much, right?"
"No way! No way!" As soon as Qian Yao Tiao heard this, she nearly choked on her words. Normally, she would have welcomed such an arrangement; just moving her lips would complete the work—how easy!
But now, for some inexplicable reason, she didn't want to cooperate. It wasn't until Wei Junzi impatiently urged her that Qian Yao Tiao snapped out of her thoughts and began to dictate in fits and starts...
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