The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

This question is not easy to answer for ordinary people, but he is Yun Yongan.

The corners of Yun Yong'an's mouth turned up, showing a wanton and flamboyant smile: "I can write [-] characters because I am a genius, and you are not. As for the income, you don't have to worry about it."

"What we signed with you is a formal employment agreement. Not only does it include five social insurances and one housing fund, but also a basic salary. The income may not increase for the time being, but there will certainly not be any decline."

"Besides," Yun Yongan pointed to the apartment building across the street, "I've covered everything for food, clothing, housing and transportation. What are you worried about?"

"Indeed, the days when you can't help but worry about what to order for takeout are so cool!"

"The food in the cafeteria is really delicious, much better than takeaway!"

"Is it delicious?" A 200-pound fat man muttered to himself, "I haven't eaten in the cafeteria yet. I eat nutritious meals every day. My God, can I not exercise? I don't think it's okay to be fat. "

Yun Yongan smiled and rejected his request: "No, lose weight, health is the first priority."

An author next to him tugged at the fat man's sleeve, "Don't be dissatisfied with losing weight at public expense. If you are too fat, you will easily die suddenly."

The slowdown in the update speed of online writers will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among readers, reduce follow-up reading, and reduce subscriptions, resulting in a decrease in the income of writers, and a reduction in the share of the website.

At this time, Yun Yongan wanted to keep their income unchanged, so he could only subsidize the authors with money from the website, and the money was lost in this way.

Even if they really write better works in the future, it is estimated that by then, the competition should be over and they will just make money.

After completing the task of losing money, Yun Yongan started to solve the next problem. He wrote the eight words of virtual reality and spiritual energy recovery on the whiteboard in front.

"Virtual reality, also called Second Life, mainly means that gamers enter the game world through helmets or game pods. In that world, players have the same five senses as reality, and start a new life in it."

After listening to Yun Yongan's brief introduction, many people's eyes lit up obviously.

Virtual games, Second Life, in a game world that can be resurrected, there are countless slapstick operations, people are killed, and the setting that they will not die dilutes the impact of death.

Enemies of life and death in the game, when the next task is refreshed, they can become partners for the sake of profit.

They can also stab each other immediately after the mission is over.

And the game world itself can be set at will according to the author's ideas. When a cow is killed, it only drops a piece of beef. The protagonist kills [-] chickens in Xinshou Village and becomes a great god.

These completely unreasonable things in reality can be reasonably explained in game novels, especially virtual reality game novels.

"I know everyone has inspiration, so don't worry, I'll ask you a few questions first." Yun Yong'an clicked on the spiritual recovery next to him, showing a mysterious smile.

"Some people say that myths and legends are the worship of some phenomena of nature by the ancestors, which was gradually distorted in word of mouth, and finally turned into myths and legends."

"But are those legendary spells, those immortals, and those magical weapons really just legends?"

"Historical records show that some people cut off the dragon's veins, and some people cut off the heavenly power, which finally led to the severance between the human world and the fairy world. Those immortals, those monks, and those magical spells disappeared in the human world."

"am I right?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

Yun Yong'an raised his voice, "The past cannot be investigated in detail. Who dares to say that the dragon vein that has been severed will not be resurrected, and the two worlds that have been divided will not meet again."

"To put it in a simpler way, if those disappearing spells come to the world again, and people gain the ability to ride the wind and manipulate water and fire, what will happen to the world?"

"If something like this really happened, can it be called spiritual recovery!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the remaining half of the authors also lit up, and Cui Shan was the brightest one.

The recovery of spiritual energy brought not only power, but also an impact on the original order, an impact on the entire world.

In such a magnificent era, there are too many stories to write.

Yun Yongan was very satisfied with the reaction of the author in the audience, and created a new type of novel, but it was not as simple as imagined.

Except for a small number of lucky ones who can succeed, 90.00% of other people face this kind of subject that they are not familiar with.

Those who come to the training class now are the best writers from Xianyun Literature Network. If their novels hit the market, the traffic of Xianyun Literature Network will be greatly lost, and they will lose money like crazy.

In order to prevent others from continuing to ask questions and increase the success rate of the novel, Yun Yongan casually found an excuse and slipped out of the company.

Go back to the villa and enjoy the wonderful life of sleeping together. In reality, the aura recovers. Don’t worry about it. It will take at least 100 years for the recovery speed of the aura to truly affect human life.

Yun Yongan left, and the voices in the room not only did not stop, but became more and more noisy.

Everyone gathered in groups of three or four, talking about their own ideas and inspirations, and telling other authors about the world they want to build and the stories they want to tell.

For real writers, there is no plagiarism in terms of inspiration. If you find a writer, you will have more than a dozen written beginnings in your hand, and there are dozens or even hundreds of inspirations that you want to write but haven’t written in your notebook. .

The collision of inspirations and the fusion of brain holes inspired them more inspiration and bigger brain holes.

Unknowingly, the voice of the conversation became smaller and smaller, and the intensive keyboard tapping sounded.

A large number of authors began to concentrate on converting inspiration into words and articles.

In this case, it is impossible to be lazy. There is absolutely no need for such things as a small black room. How can there be joy in code words when playing games?
Especially when the inspiration bursts out, and there are countless colleagues who can exchange experiences.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Si Zijin came over to invite everyone to eat, many authors waved their hands and refused without looking up.

"I'm not hungry, don't eat yet!"

"Eat it first, I'll eat it after I finish writing this paragraph!"

After the writer finishes writing this paragraph, it may take 5 minutes to finish writing this short paragraph, or it may take five or six hours to finish writing this large paragraph of plot.

"no!"

Si Zijin raised his voice, "Mr. Yun made a special statement before he left. People are iron, and food is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will feel hungry. You can't finish the article, and your body is your own. You must ensure that you eat on time. .”

"Editor-in-Chief, I know you are kind, and I know Mr. Yun is concerned about our health, but we are really not hungry!"

After Cui Shan replied quickly, he lowered his head again and continued to use words to construct the world in his imagination.