It was another beautiful morning, Yidao Zhan got up and washed as usual, and then came to the computer desk.
After turning on the computer, he skillfully lit a candle on the southeast corner of the computer desk, and then opened the writer's assistant software.
In online creation, luck comes first, and creativity comes second. This is his first step before coding every day. First, he ignites his luck, so that he can have boundless mana and inspiration when coding.
After doing all this, he didn't start coding directly, but opened the qq software.
Suddenly, a continuous "didi" sounded.
Glancing at the information list, a trace of helplessness appeared on his slashed face.
There is no contact with female readers, and a group of stupid readers are @ him, so interesting.
After thinking about it, he clicked on the author group to see what the bosses were talking about, and learn some experience by the way.
Get drunk in green shirt:
If there are two websites such as a and b, a bids a share of about 100 per thousand words, and there is an opportunity to travel abroad every year, and the writer is given five insurances and one housing fund.
The b website is a reading department, there is no guarantee, only a 50-50 share of the signing fee, but if you promise to give you a platinum contract within one year.
So, I would like to ask... Do these two websites have anything to do with you? Are you still in the water group and don't code
Yun Dongliu: I hid my private money again today, but my wife doesn't know, so happy!
Qi Peijia: I’m going to take a day off today because I’m going to attend the China Literature Annual Conference!
Wumaxing: This year I am the Twelve Heavenly Kings, I will swell and akimbo for a while (Satisfied Akimbo.jpg)
Zhuge Wanjun: Is there anyone who plays World of Warcraft together? Code words aside, the game makes you happy!
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Looking at the chats of the bosses, I immediately felt humble and weak, and then skillfully typed in a line of "Bosses 666", and then closed the group chat.
Opened the writer's assistant again, clicked on the outline list of "I'm the Big Brother Behind the Scenes", and tried to start coding.
But after typing the first line, he skillfully opened station b to watch the video, then opened steam to play the game, followed by watching it for a while, and finally stood by the window quietly watching the night fall.
As for codewords? Didn’t you code a line of characters
He is such a self-disciplined author. When he says code words, he keeps saying and never takes action...
So today is another day of rushing.
He also has a low status in the author group, and he can only look enviously at the bosses pretending to be aggressive, humble and real.
Of course, sometimes the bigwigs in the group will come across areas where he is good at pretending to be aggressive, and then it is time for him to play.
For example, when comparing whose new book hits the street more, he deservedly can jump out and say:
"Who but me!"
And tearfully told the bosses in the group with screenshot data, you are all younger brothers, and I am the most aggressive.
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Looking at the time, it was getting closer to midnight.
I know that I should enter the status code, after all, there are so many lovely readers waiting for updates, as a good author, I can't live up to their expectations.
So he deleted the line he typed in the morning and changed it to [take a day off and organize the outline].
The follow-up was just a few hundred words, and the task of the day was completed again, and he slumped on the seat with a sigh of relief, feeling that the hard day had just passed.
Next, he turned on his phone and began to look at the book, this chapter said.
Dream Time: Even the most basic updates can’t be maintained, the author, I read you wrong (angry.jpg)
Orange Heart Leaf: hiccup~delicious~
Hu Jiujun: Check in every day!
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After a quick glance, a trace of shame appeared on his slashed face.
Don't I still have readers? How can I feel sorry for them.
No, I have to delete the leave note and start typing!
So with a serious face, he opened the author's assistant again, and clicked on the book "I'm the Big Brother Behind the Scenes".
When will I become a platinum reader... There is no end in sight to the road to the street!
At this time, he suddenly thought of a post he had seen by chance on the Internet before. In the post, a very metaphysical altar was described in detail. It is said that this altar can satisfy any wish of a person.
If all this is true, then becoming a god is just around the corner.
According to the poster, the altar described in the post is recorded in a dilapidated ancient book dug out of an ancient tomb, so it is a little bit feasible.
In this regard, I don't believe a single punctuation mark.
What are you kidding... I never believed in metaphysics or anything like that!
But after glancing at the candle in the southeast corner, he opened the webpage skillfully, clicked on the post saved at that time, and looked it up carefully...
Since the strength is not enough, then try metaphysics to become a god.
After carefully checking the post three times, I found that the way to build the altar seems not difficult, and many materials can be found in reality.
Thinking of this, he glanced at the candles that were about to go out in the southeast corner again, then opened the universal shopping website and placed a series of orders.
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A year passed quickly.
During this period, Yi Dao Zhan was still rushing to the street. As for the purchase of materials to build the altar, and then making a wish, he had long forgotten. At that time, after the altar was built, he waited with full expectation for a week, and then he lost interest, knowing that those metaphysical things were unreliable.
Instead of believing that the gods behind the altar can make him a platinum writer, he might as well add a few more words. Although the hope is slim, at least there is still a slight possibility.
This day, Yi Dao Zhan was coding, and at this moment he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and then his right shoulder sank, and a voice whispered in his right ear:
"My boy, what is your wish?"
Yi Daozhan was so frightened that he immediately jumped up from the seat, then turned his head to look to the right, and suddenly found a very cute little white dog lying on his right shoulder, looking at him seriously.
"Young man, what is your wish?" Gouzi continued to repeat in a low tone.
"You... who are you?" Yi Dao Zhan asked hastily.
"I am the god behind the altar, now express your wish!" Gouzi continued with a serious face.
I was stunned by the knife cut, and after thinking for a while, I remembered that it seemed that I had indeed built an altar and made a wish a year ago.
But he didn't expect that the original attempt would come true. At this moment, his worldview was shocked.
It turns out that the altar is real, there really is a god... emmm, the only thing I can't figure out is why the god is a little white dog!
"Can you really fulfill my wish?" Yi Dao Zhan asked in a puzzled tone.
"I am omnipotent, tell me your wish, as long as the price is equal, I can satisfy you!" Gouzi raised his head, looking a little proud.
"I want to write a super-best-selling book and become a platinum author!" The expression on Yizhan gradually became joyful.
"No problem, next equivalent weighing!"
As Gouzi's voice fell, a devil's head appeared on its forehead, and then it turned into a scale.
One end is connected to the street writer Yi Dao Zhan, and the other dog puts the wish data information that Yi Dao Zhan said.
The scales swayed and slowly fell towards Yi Dao Zhan.
Although it is tilted, it has reached a state of micro balance.
Seeing this, Gouzi nodded in satisfaction:
"Very well, your wish can come true. Next, tell me about your wish in detail!" Gouzi said in a deep voice with a serious expression on his face.
"That...you are a god, it should be very simple for you, just help me write a super best-selling book, and then I can become a platinum writer!" Yidao Zhan laughed and said, completely unaware of the price of making a wish What.
"Writing?" Gouzi was stunned.
"Wait, you and I will talk about it in detail!" Gouzi suddenly felt bad.
After hearing about it, I immediately began to describe in detail, including writing and publication of works, and then collecting readers' monthly tickets, subscriptions to appraise the grades of the book, etc., explaining one by one...
After listening for a while, Gouzi's expression dropped.
He felt as though he had made the wrong order.
Gouzi learned from the discussion on the forum that several players who have received their wishes completed tasks that were either revenge or killing, and the process was easy and enjoyable. And what kind of sand sculpture task did he take on
writing? I won't!
But for the first time when he came out to do business, Gouzi didn't intend to give up, so he continued to listen to the analysis of writing content, and then nodded to indicate that he was listening.
After a while, he cut his face expectantly and said:
"God, I've said everything I need to say, can you finish it!"
"No problem, get out of the way and let me write a book for you!" Gouzi said bravely.
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A month later, same room.
Gouzi was lying on the computer table with a serious face, his paws turned into phantoms, and he was typing on the keyboard frantically.
In terms of writing talent, Gouzi has made rapid progress.
From a few hundred words a day at the beginning, it has now reached 2 million words a day.
The only thing that remains the same is that the subscription is still 0, the monthly pass is still 0, and occasionally there will be a few recommended tickets, which are given by readers because of their pity. Now he has nothing to gain except the perfect attendance award.
Gouzi's mentality completely exploded during this time.
How could there be such a wish, why did Lao Tzu agree to sign a contract with him, he is the devil!
With grief and indignation, today's 2 million words are completed, and Gouzi opened the book to read the data with anticipation, trying to find a reader who might be reading it.
However, after waiting for three hours, there was still no order today.
At this moment, Gouzi's mentality completely exploded, and he raised the keyboard and smashed it with "bang bang bang".
Seeing this, Yi Dao Zhan, who was hiding not far away, shivered.
From the initial admiration to the current fear, Yidao Zhan felt that he shouldn't have made a wish in the first place.
This mad dog smashed eight of his keyboards in the past month. There were still some loyal readers under the original pen name of "Sword Cut", but since Gou Zi wrote it, it completely collapsed.
Now I have nothing but more than 10 running accounts under my pseudonym.
Even the editor persuaded him to change his career to move bricks, don't write so much, he has a hand speed of 2 million words a day, what is not good to do, why come here to make a living!
There was grief and anger in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to ask.
I'm afraid of being torn to pieces by this mad dog!
I'm having a hard time...
"Xiaodao, hurry up and buy a new keyboard, you will become a god tomorrow!" At this moment, Gouzi shouted.
Hearing these words, Yi Daozhan, who was hiding next door, couldn't help but secretly wiped his tears.
What a shit god, it's a devil!
(One cut: the plot of a small theater, do not substitute it into reality. I am different from the one in this chapter. I go to work every day, code at night, work diligently qvq, and love readers very much, let alone know any dogs!)