The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

"Vulgar! Too vulgar!"

The young man pressed the delete key, and deleted all the text in the entire chapter. He put his head in his hands, crawled on the table, and wept in pain.

After a long time, this very haggard young man finally calmed down and muttered to himself: "Maybe I'm really not suitable for writing novels. Maybe, I should listen to them and find a job honestly."

"But I'm really not reconciled," the young man stood in the basement, roaring loudly at the wall, "There are so many stories, I just let them settle in my mind like this, I'm really not reconciled!"

"Ding!"

A sudden notification sound interrupted the young man's venting. He turned his head to look at the screen, opened the mailbox, and an invitation letter slowly unfolded in front of him.

"Mr. Cui Shan, congratulations on passing our selection. Here we formally invite you to come to the editorial office of the Imperial Capital Xianyun Literature Network to receive training as a writer of online literature."

Cui Shan was stunned when he saw the invitation letter. He didn't expect that he, an author who lives on the streets, would be valued by the officials and invited him to the imperial capital for training.

Looking at this invitation letter, Cui Shan regained his courage, simply packed his luggage, took his laptop, and walked out of the basement where he lived in a small house for almost a year.

Seeing the bright sunshine at the door, Cui Shan couldn't help raising his hand to cover his eyes.

Before setting off, Cui Shan deliberately went to the barber shop, changed his hairstyle to a refreshing one, and plucked off the stubble on his face.

Trains, cars, and tricycles, after several rounds, Cui Shan, carrying a luggage bag, arrived at the address left on the invitation letter.

Si Zijin, who had been waiting for a long time, received him personally.

"Cui Shan, hello, I'm Sizi Jinjiang, editor-in-chief of Xianyun Literature Network, welcome to the first training for online writers, because it's the first time we hold such an event, there may be many shortcomings. Please forgive me."

Cui Shan didn't expect that he would be personally received by the editor-in-chief, and he was flattered, "It's okay, it's okay, editor-in-chief is fine, I can do it myself."

"Don't be so polite," Si Zijin felt Cui Shan's nervousness, and showed a gentle smile, "Editors and authors are in an equal relationship, and editor-in-chief is also a kind of editor. This is an agreement. Take a look and see if there is anything you don't understand. , ask me immediately."

Out of trust in Xianyun Literature Network, Cui Shan took a quick glance at the agreement, and after confirming that it was not a contract of sale, he signed his name very readily.

Taking over this frivolous agreement from Cui Shan, what Si Zijin felt was heavy trust.

"Let's not talk nonsense, let's take you to the dormitory first."

After Si Zijin collected the agreement, he handed the other copy to Cui Shan to indicate that he had also collected it, and then took him to the dormitory.

Different from the multi-person dormitory that Cui Shan guessed, the room that Si Zijin brought him to was not only a single room.

And there is an independent toilet and shower system, and there is a small balcony besides the bedroom, which can be used to dry clothes or grow some flowers and plants.

"Editor-in-Chief, this is too good," Cui Shan walked to the balcony, looking at the green grass and blue sky outside, green mountains and white clouds, his fingers could not help but start to tremble, "This house will cost at least 2000 yuan a month to rent out."

Si Zijin shook his head lightly, "It's not that expensive. This is a suburb, not the city center. It's only 1000 yuan a month at most."

"That's a lot." Cui Shan stood in front of the window, still fascinated by the warm sunshine, "It's much better than my 300-yuan basement."

Si Zijin couldn't imagine what a 300 yuan basement would look like, and he had tried to keep the rent as low as possible. With the decoration and location, [-] yuan a month is not too much.

The suburb of the imperial capital is also the imperial capital, and in order to allow the author to move in directly, all the decoration materials are of the highest quality.

Looking at Cui Shan with a happy face, Si Zijin was about to ask a few more questions when his phone rang suddenly.

"Okay, you can pack up first and have dinner together tonight. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first. If you need anything, you can ask your editor in charge. He recommended you to come here."

"Okay, editor-in-chief, I see!"

Cui Shan opened his dilapidated suitcase, started packing his clothes, and took out his computer to prepare for today's update. He had no ideas for the new book, but he still had to write the old one.

…………

Si Zijin left the room, walked to the corridor, and responded respectfully into the microphone.

"Mr. Yun, what is your order on the phone?"

With a random knife, Yun Yong'an cut a strange man with four arms in half, and at the same time pressed the bluetooth headset.

"Editor-in-Chief, Writer Training Class, how are you doing now?"

"Return to Mr. Yun," Si Zijin replied earnestly, "Most of the people have already arrived, and the accommodation and meals have been arranged. Next Monday at the latest, we can start training."

"Not bad."

After Yun Yongan boasted a few words casually, he revealed the main purpose of his call this time.

"Editor-in-Chief, the training is suspended. I'll talk about it when I go back. Now you mainly need to solve their living problems."

"Alright Mr. Yun, I understand."

After finishing the call, Yun Yongan fell into deep thought while looking at the system task in front of him after chopping the last remaining mutants in Sakura Kingdom into pieces.

[Main task: Troubled times are approaching]

[Mission Description: Reiki is like a tide, it has its ups and downs. It has been many years since the Heaven and Earth Communication, and now it has finally ushered in the resurgence of Reiki. The new power is bound to bring new changes, and even new changes. 】

[Task requirements: Before the recovery of spiritual energy, let ordinary people accept the concept of spiritual recovery and the existence of supernatural power through literary and artistic means. 】

[Mission Reward: Mental Power Training Guidebook (Chinese Version)]

As early as when Su Jiaoyue and the others were able to practice, Yun Yongan had already expected that there would be a spiritual recovery, but he did not expect that the spiritual recovery would come so early.

What's more, they didn't expect that countries have already taken action, they have studied it so deeply, and there are already results.

Even though Yun Yong'an is already the direct son of Qiwang with five surnames, he is still too young, and he is not qualified to know the real secrets.

"It's really troublesome!" Standing in the bloody mess, Yun Yong'an shrugged, "I really don't want to pursue power and profit, and I don't want to go to that dirty political circle."

Lin Jing jumped down from the tree, her nose fluttering slightly: "Husband, someone is coming over again, he smells strongly of curry, do you want to hit him?"

"Fight, why not fight!"

Yun Yongan redeemed a thick-backed long knife from the system space, "Hurry up and clean up the garbage, and find the rocket wreckage. I still have something to do when I go back."

"Okay, husband, I'll be next!"

Lin Jing showed her cute little paws.