The pseudonym of the pig farmer is Yuanxiang, but Li Kang would rather call him a pig farmer or a pig farmer.

What is not good to write about? I have to write about raising pigs. This wonderful taste is really a strange flower that may not bloom in ten years.

The pig raising bosses work in a high-end CBD office building. Of course, there is no CBD in this big and small place in De City.

Now in front of Li Kang is a five-story old staircase house. The address given on the map is Xinde Network Technology Co., Ltd., and it is hanging high on the second floor at this time, and the somewhat mottled plaque is also written like this.

The place should be here, Li Kang breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the pig raising should be a programmer.

The first floor is all the storefronts facing the street, and it should have been rented out. A small supermarket, a hardware store and a welfare lottery station were opened. There was only a black hole in the staircase on the right side of the room on the right side of the staircase, and it seemed that it had been changed into a concierge.

Li Kangguai went over and saw that there was only an old man listening to the radio, shaking his head comfortably with his eyes closed and his eyes shaking.

Seeing that the old man had no intention of opening his eyes, Li Kang quietly slipped in along the stairs beside him.

Fortunately, when approaching the red dot, the positioning becomes more accurate, and it can actually display real-time distances.

Li Kang thought to himself that this urging the bigger Demon King system finally seemed to have such a little black technology.

Following the red dot, Li Kang finally stopped at the door of an office on the second floor.

The pig farmer should be inside.

Li Kang cleared his throat and sorted out his clothes and hairstyle, striving to make himself look elite enough.

After finishing everything, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was no reaction inside for a long time. After confirming that the pig farmer was indeed inside, he pushed open the office door by himself.

The good word "you..." stuck in Li Kang's throat.

A handsome young man in the office, who looked less than thirty, was sitting barefoot on the chair barefoot, tying frantically at the ash-filled keyboard facing the door.

The ash hanging on the cigarette he held in his mouth was already an inch long, and it would be hung on the cigarette's butt in a very inconsistent with gravity, half of which could not be removed.

The air conditioner was not turned on, and an old-fashioned floor-standing fan blew, but no matter how strong the wind was, the ash was still tenaciously resting on the cigarette butt, and it didn't move at all.

The sound of Li Kang pushing the door finally woke up the pig farmer. He turned his head mechanically, with a expressionless face.

At this time, the ashes that forced the obsessive-compulsive disorder were finally blown off by the electric fan due to angles, and fell slowly and finally fell on the keyboard in front of the pig farmer.

"Hello." Li Kang greeted with a smile. The pig farmer looks a bit like the prince at some moments, which makes him feel a little intimate.

"Hello." The pig farmer didn't care about the piece of smoke and nodded to him expressionlessly.

Then he turned his face to the screen, started to whip up, and replied mechanically: "Go to the first office on the third floor to find our manager when doing business."

Then he muttered to himself: "Old Jin is lazy again."

"I'm not here to do business, I'm here to find you." As he said that, Li Kang walked into the door and closed the office: "I'm the editor of the Final Chinese website, Qihang."

Li Kang directly introduced himself with his true identity. Unlike Huang Chong, pig farming is indeed very diligent. The 30,000 yuan a day cannot be achieved by using those not-so-light means to intimidate him. Effective tricks against Huang Chong may not be useful to deal with pig farming masters.

So Li Kang did not intend to cheat people secretly, but was preparing to discuss it with the pig raising boss.

He had already thought about the wording, but at most he could use the editor-in-chief's name to deceive people, or use non-existent recommendations to tempt him. Anyway, the pig raising master doesn't know the editor-in-chief.

Yesterday, Li Kang had read the novel about raising pigs. I have to say that although the name of his book was persuaded to withdraw and there were many typos in it, the innate sense of rhythm made people feel as happy as if they drank a big cup of cold and white blooming in summer.

However, before Li Kang left, he checked the data in the backstage. Since the pig farming book written, Guo An has only given him the worst recommendation, which is considered to be a barely fulfilling the contract obligation, and then there is no more.

However, even so, all the pig farmers have already run to 500 subscriptions. This data proves that this book is indeed very potential, but Guo An is blind.

"Editor on the End?" The pig farmer frowned. When he spoke, the cigarette butt in his mouth accidentally fell off and burned him. Then the cigarette butt jumped on his belly and bounced onto the chair again.

He picked up the cigarette butt and threw it into a disposable plastic cup with water in front of him. There were already seven or eight cigarette butts in the cup.

He patted off a layer of ashes on his pants and said in confusion: "Didn't I block the editor? What's wrong with you?"

"Black it off?" Li Kang didn't understand what he meant. The author blocked the editor. He had never heard of this operation in the two weeks he worked at the finishing point headquarters.

The author blocks the editor, do you still want to recommend it?

This pig raising boss is very unique and sharp, and he actually knocked him down.

Li Kang looked at the pig farmer with praise at this moment.

What a coincidence, he also knocked Guo An out of the way.

Although Li Kang had to drag Guo An out of the blacklist because of work reasons, he still felt extremely disgusted with this person.

Thinking that Guo An was blocked by others and his author was blocked by him, Li Kang felt a little relieved.

Old thief Guo An, you are today!

It's OK to block it. Li Kang was worried that Guo An would know about him coming to him, but now he is not worried at all.

Who knows that Guo An, who is not as keen as a needle, thinks he is here to dig out his author?

Li Kang also understood why pig farming works for four months and only took a useless PC recommendation.

Just because he dares to blackmail Guo An, there is something wrong with Guo An even though he can arrange recommendations for him.

The pig farmer lit a cigarette again and then gave one to Li Kang, but Li Kang smiled and refused: "I won't smoke."

Li Kang knew the cigarette box. Yesterday he glanced at it when he bought water. It was a local Longfeng Chengxiang from Sichuan Province, which costs ten yuan per box.

"Pig raising boss, is your editor safe?" Li Kang asked with a smile.

With a crisp "bang." The pig farmer ignited the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a sip, then spit out the smoke ring, and replied with satisfaction: "Yes, that old lady asked you to come to me?"

Hearing this, Li Kang's expression suddenly became very strange. He covered his stomach and wanted to laugh but it was not good to laugh so directly. He had to forcefully hold back the smile, which made his face turn red.
Chapter completed!