"God made, this is definitely made by God."
Meng Fei was very excited. For how long, one year, three years, or five years, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't read such a functional novel.
He has that kind of dysfunction, which is terminally ill in medical terms, but after reading this novel, he is actually eager to stop. This is not a work of God, so what else is a work of God? !
"It must be signed immediately." Meng Fei couldn't help clenching his fists. If such a masterpiece was not signed immediately, he would probably regret it for a lifetime.
This writing skill is too terrifying, it is simply deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, as if a real event happened before his eyes, this is already a skill close to Taoism writing skill.
The person who can write such a work is definitely a master-level figure. He doesn't know how many films he has watched throughout the year, and he has rich clinical experience. Could it be that Master Jia Zhiwei once again wrote in person
Thinking of this, he immediately looked at the author's contact information and some information, and was immediately stunned. It was not a master who wrote this work, but an 18-year-old high school student.
Meng Fei couldn't believe his eyes when high school students had such a pen ability to write such masterpieces. He confirmed it again and again, and finally he was really sure.
Because this is the information filled in by the author himself, and it has been taken seriously by the ID card, it is absolutely impossible to falsify it.
"It's true, this is definitely a genius writer, and a rising star in the future may be able to surpass the achievements of Master Jia Zhiwei." Meng Fei couldn't help getting excited, and he didn't care about being late at night, and immediately added the author. Penguin communication number.
With a ding sound, the friend authentication passed immediately.
"Has it succeeded?"
Meng Fei was overjoyed and immediately established a video communication with the other party, and soon an image came from the other side. A young man with an immature face in white casual clothes appeared in front of him.
"Are you Blackheart Wolf teacher?" he asked cautiously.
The young man was stunned. He didn't expect anyone to call himself a teacher, but he quickly reacted: "Yes, I am the author Blackheart Wolf who just submitted the article. My real name is Xia Ping."
"that's great."
Meng Fei smiled: "I have read your novel. Personally, I am very optimistic about this novel. I don't know if I can sign a contract with Penguin Novel.com. I assure you that there will definitely be the strongest promotion for your novel Famous overnight."
He is full of self-confidence. Even an old driver like him is excited to such an extent just by reading the beginning. Such novels are not popular, and it is simply intolerable.
"Okay, then sign." Xia Ping nodded and agreed. He originally wanted to sign on Penguin Novels. After all, this online novel platform is the largest in Yanhuangxing. If it becomes popular, the benefits will be the greatest.
"That's great. This is the contract of my Penguin Novel Network. They are all standard contracts. Every author signs the same contract with us. I believe you won't let Blackheart Wolf teacher suffer." Meng Fei immediately posted on the Internet. A contract was passed, "If you agree, just sign on it."
In this era, paper contracts have been eliminated. Simply signing contracts online and signing contracts with your own ID card chips is also legally effective.
"Okay." Xia Ping took a casual glance and signed the contract. He also knew about Penguin Novel.com, the largest novel website in the industry. There hasn't been any big scandal, and he is trustworthy.
Meng Fei was overjoyed when the contract was signed, and his attitude became even more enthusiastic: "Teacher Blackheart, do you still have the manuscript? If so, post it as soon as possible. If it reaches 100,000 words, I will arrange it for you as soon as possible. recommend."
In fact, the novel is the same regardless of the world. If there are not enough words, fewer people will read it.
"If you save the manuscript, there is not yet, but I can code it out soon." Xia Ping believes that his body in the world of Yanhuang Xing does not know how much stronger his body is than the earth, and the codeword speed has also increased greatly. Just now, I tested it. , Unexpectedly reached the speed of 20,000 words per hour, it is simply inhuman.
Of course, this also has something to do with him just typing out the words in his mind, he doesn't need to think too much about the plot, just have a ready copy.
"In this way, I look forward to the next story of Teacher Blackheart Wolf." Meng Fei felt very sorry to hear that there was no manuscript, and he still wanted to see the next content.
But if not, there is no way.
Next, he and Xia Ping checked the bank account and ID card information. After all, this is a matter of author's remuneration, which is very important, so naturally there is no room for sloppy.
After the verification, the two parties ended the call.
"Haha, finally a new master of sensory novels will be born in my hands." Meng Fei was extremely excited and was able to cultivate a top-notch master of sensory novels. The sense of accomplishment was extraordinary.
In the novel industry, even editors have so-called achievements. If you don't bring out a few well-known authors, no one will believe your ability.
Once you can develop a master-level figure, your position in the industry will definitely increase greatly, and even your salary will increase sharply. It is not impossible to become an editor-in-chief.
But now is not the time for Meng Fei to think about such trivial matters. After reading that novel, he felt that his body was about to move, and there was a flame that he hadn't seen in two years.
You know, since that car accident, his family has almost fallen apart, and his wife can't touch him. He is very inferior. It is so miserable to be looked down upon by his boss outside and his wife at home.
But today, he is about to start to regain his power, so that the girl kneels and begs for mercy.
Meng Fei's eyes showed the raging fire, and at the same time, he was also emotional. This masterpiece saved his life, and it was no less than a magic medicine.
Thinking of this, he walked towards his wife's bedroom, exuding unprecedented confidence.
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"Finally, the contract is successful. The next step is to continue to save the manuscript and post all the remaining chapters." Xia Ping clenched his fists. He planned to write 500,000 words in this novel. If he writes 20,000 words per hour, at least It takes twenty-five hours.
Of course, he still has to go to class, and he can write for at most eight hours a day, and he has to write for about three days.
Some people say that some novels have millions of words at every turn, and a mere 500,000 words is not too few, but for a functional novel, a dozen or two hundred thousand words are normal.
With half a million words, it is already a masterpiece.
"Okay, fight and make money!"
Xia Ping immediately turned on the computer and wrote crazy code words on it. Before going to bed, he planned to code tens of thousands of words out.