Night.
Little Flame finished refining two new batches of pills, then returned to the book to show off in front of his subordinates.
Chu Ge and his wife took the pills and each cultivated for an hour. Chu Ge went back to his room to build up a stockpile of chapters for tomorrow, while Qiu Wuji hugged the big teddy bear and watched TV.
Qiu Wuji had made up her mind: when Chu Ge was busy, she would not learn to play games!
Wasn't watching TV more fun than gaming? At least no one yelled at you. Boo hoo hoo...
Even Chu Ge doesn't dare tell me to get back into my book. Who do you people think you are, telling me to get back into my book?! Right, tomorrow I'll ask Pan Da how to hit people through the internet. Anyone who insults me gets a beating!
Thinking about the game put Qiu Wuji in a bad mood, and at that moment, Chu Ge was not in a particularly good mood either.
Cai Zhijian's questions about rights earlier that day had inevitably reminded Chu Ge of the mountain of rights forms he had submitted a while ago. Back at his computer, he sent his editor a message. "Boss, sorry to bother you during the holiday... I wanted to ask whether there's been any news about those rights forms from last time?"
The editor replied quite quickly. "No, it won't be that fast. Let's see after the holiday."
Chu Ge felt the prospects were a little uncertain. "Not even any progress?"
"The rights department is separate from ours. I don't know how far they've got either... Shall I ask for you after the holiday?"
Chu Ge: "..."
The editor's attitude was quite friendly. "Don't worry. Just focus on writing. Gold