Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

At 10 a.m., Song Siyi pushed open the glass door of the Endpoint Literature Editorial Department.

The receptionist looked up and greeted her with "Good morning, Sister Yi," but then her gaze followed her a few steps before she froze.

Song Siyi wasn't wearing her glasses today; her hair was neatly tied up, and her skin looked incredibly good.

She looks at least four or five years younger than she did yesterday.

The little girl opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Song Siyi had already walked past.

Passing by the break room, I saw two female editors making coffee.

One of them caught a glimpse of Song Siyi's back and stopped stirring.

"Did you see that?"

"I saw it. What's wrong with her today? What skincare products did she use?"

"Skincare products can have this effect??"

The two whispered to each other as they watched Song Siyi walk to the end of the corridor.

Song Siyi returned to her office, turned on her computer, and printed out a resignation letter.

The A4 paper came out of the printer, and she picked it up and looked at it.

Next, I processed the handover documents for several authors, organized a checklist of several contracts, marked what needed to be marked, and archived what needed to be archived.

After a busy morning, she stood up, picked up the white envelope, and walked towards the editor-in-chief's office.

-

The editor-in-chief's office at the end of the line.

Chen Ping was leaning back in his chair looking at his phone, scrolling through Weibo posts about "Journey to the West".

The article criticizing Liu Qingshan has been forwarded over 100,000 times, and the comment section is in an uproar.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Song Siyi pushed open the door and walked to the desk.

She pushed the white envelope onto Chen Ping's desk, with the words "Resignation Letter" facing upwards.

Chen Ping's gaze fell on the envelope.

His hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air.

"Siyi, what are you doing?"

Chen Ping put down his teacup and suddenly stood up.

"Mr. Chen, I want to resign."

Song Siyi stood still, her tone calm.

Chen Ping stared at her for three seconds, then walked around the desk and stood in front of her.

"What did they offer you initially? Double your annual salary? Or a vice president position?"

Chen Ping patted his solid wood desk with one hand.

"Name your price, and I'll apply for it for you."

Song Siyi holds the rights to the "Journey to the West" series; if she leaves, Jiang Fan will definitely follow her.

"Mr. Chen, I'm not going to the beginning."

Song Siyi shook her head.

Chen Ping was taken aback.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm prepared to do it myself."

Chen Ping opened and closed his mouth, staring at Song Siyi's face.

"What are you, an editor, going out to do?"

"To start a cultural company." Song Siyi didn't explain much.

Chen Ping paced back and forth in his office a couple of times.

He quickly realized that he shouldn't start his own company instead of going to the beginning.

"Did Jiang Fan send you out?"

Song Siyi did not deny it.

Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked back to his chair and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Siyi, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. You've worked at the finish line for five years, rising from a regular editor to editor-in-chief. I've watched you climb up step by step."

"If you want to leave, I can't stop you."

He looked up at her.

But I have to ask you one question. Are you sure you've thought this through?

"I've thought it through."

Chen Ping remained silent for more than ten seconds, during which he thought about many things.

There was no stopping her; Jiang Fan set up a company for her, and once she left, she would be holding the derivative rights to "Journey to the West"—

Chen Ping knew better than Song Siyi how big this cake was.

If he were Song Siyi, he would have left too.

"How long will the handover take?"

"Two weeks. I've compiled the contracts for the three top experts and handed them over to the deputy editor-in-chief. Other miscellaneous tasks should be finished within a week."

"Okay." Chen Ping picked up the white envelope, glanced at it, and put it in the drawer.

"Just follow the normal procedure, I'll talk to HR."

Song Siyi nodded, turned around and walked to the door.

"Siyi".

She stopped and turned around.

Chen Ping leaned back in his chair and lowered his voice.

"If you encounter any difficulties after you get out, come back to me. The gate to the finish line will always be open for you."

Song Siyi smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

The door closed, and Chen Ping leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

He didn't feel sorry for Song Siyi leaving.

What he felt sorry for was "Journey to the West".

The fact that this book was serialized at the End Point is the greatest luck the End Point has ever had.

Now that Song Siyi is leaving, we can't afford to offend her at the end.

Chen Ping picked up his phone and sent a message to the Ministry of Justice.

"Expedite Song Siyi's resignation procedures; don't delay her."

-

The next two weeks.

Song Siyi hands over her work at the finish line during the day and goes home at night to organize the preparation plan for the new company.

Li Cheng was in charge of handling the business registration; he was already very familiar with the process and was very efficient.

The name "Qitian Culture" was approved quickly, and the business license was obtained in three days.

Jiang Fan has been glued to his office for the past two weeks.

I arrive at nine o'clock every morning, sit down, and start typing.

I finished work at 8 PM, archived the file, and sent the day's chapter to Song Siyi.

Every night when Song Siyi receives the manuscript, she has to restrain herself from reading it all at once.

But she failed every time.

Upon seeing the scene of "Three Battles with the White Bone Demon," she sat in bed, clutching her phone, and cursed Tang Sanzang for being blind.

When she saw the part about the Kingdom of Women, she covered her face with the blanket and didn't move for a long time.

-

The serialization data of "Journey to the West" on Endpoint Literature continues to rise.

The more Liu Qingshan cursed, the more clicks he got.

The comment section receives thousands of new comments every day, half of which are arguments and the other half are requests for more updates.

One reader's comment was pinned to the top:

"Liu Qingshan says this book distorts the mythological system. Then let me ask, what exactly is this 'orthodox mythological system' he's talking about?"

"Before Journey to the West, who could explain the relationship between Heaven, Hell, Dragon Palace, and Buddhism and Taoism so clearly? This is not a distortion, this is creation."

Seeing that the propaganda war had not achieved its intended effect, the website Qidian.com has quieted down considerably for the time being.

-

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Fan has finished writing the eighty-seventh chapter. At this pace, it will be completed in another three to five days.

Today, unusually, he wasn't at the office writing.

He sat in Su Yuyan's living room, a stack of music video storyboards spread out in front of him.

Su Yuyan came out of the bedroom with her hair up and her face fully made up.

He was dressed in a red ancient costume, newly made, exactly the same as the one he had destroyed last time.

Jiang Fan looked up at her.

"I'm gone."

Su Yuyan picked up her car keys and walked towards the door.

Jiang Fan stood up, rolled up the storyboard, and stuffed it into his bag.

"The music video shoot is finished today, so you'll have dinner with me tonight."

"OK."

Su Yuyan nodded in satisfaction and opened the door.

-

The car turned into a park-like scenic area.

The venue that was rented in advance has been set up.

Red silk draped the frame of the ancient-style pavilion, and a layer of withered leaves covered the ground.

Su Yuyan got out of the car, walked into the venue in her red embroidered shoes, and went over the blocking with the director.

The director's surname is Zhou, he is in his early thirties, and he is well-known in the industry for directing music videos.

He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Su Yuyan's makeup and condition today.

This job is easy today.

Jiang Fan changed his clothes and came out of the lounge.

He wore a long black robe, his hair was combed back, and he looked dashing and incredibly handsome.

Director Zhou glanced at it and nodded to the photographer.

"Let's film Teacher Su's solo dance first. Mr. Jiang will come into the shot later."

Su Yuyan stood in the marked position, her red gauze skirt spreading out in a circle on the withered leaves.

"Three, two, one, begin."

The intro begins.

Su Yuyan closed her eyes, flicked her wrists, and opened her body slightly in time with the melody.

Her movements were more restrained than at home, lacking the flirtatious quality and possessing a more controlled beauty.

Director Zhou stared at the monitor, becoming more and more satisfied.

"Okay, passed."

"Next up is a two-person scene."