The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

After reading the notes, Yun Yongan quickly pressed the answer button, and the girl's charming voice came out of the receiver immediately.

"Yun Yong'an, did you write "The Sword of Longevity"? For someone else, who did you write it for?"

Hearing Jiang Xiaoai's questioning, Yun Yongan replied with a smile, "Of course it's the pen of the real author. I'm just a ruthless coding machine. You're right, classmate Jiang Xiaoai."

"Well!"

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Xiaoxin couldn't help but beat faster.

The whole idea of ​​"Sword of Longevity" is the same as what Yun Yongan said at the dinner table, the possibility of plagiarism is almost zero.

But Yun Yongan said that he was just a ghostwriter, and combined with the contents of the book, there is only one explanation.

Yun Yongan is flirting with himself again, Yuan Zixia's smile in the book is his own smile, and he is the conquered, number one swordsman in the world - Bai Yujing.

After discovering this, Jiang Xiaoai couldn't hide her shyness, left a word, and quickly hung up the phone.

"Yun Yong'an, it's too arrogant for you to use Bai Yujing to describe yourself. Me? I... We just met, it's too hasty to be a boyfriend and girlfriend. But we can start with ordinary friends first."

"Are you very arrogant?" Listening to the busy tone from the microphone, Yun Yongan shrugged and said to himself, "I have a system, the number one swordsman in the world, that's just a small goal of mine."

Yun Yongan quickly revisited "Sword of Longevity" in his mind, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and then quickly stretched out, the corners of his mouth raised, "It's a coincidence, I have become a prodigal son who writes provocatively, I hope Xiao Ai , you will like the atmosphere."

Yun Yongan put on quick-drying sportswear, came to the playground, and began to test the changes in his body after washing and cutting the marrow.

At the same time, in the editorial department of martial arts short stories, many editors of Qunxing Chinese Network are engaged in intense selection work.

In the martial arts novel newcomer competition, all the contestants are newcomers, but the editor is an old editor.

Only in this way can those old writers be prevented from changing their vests and pretending to be newcomers in the competition.

"Boss, look at this," a responsible editor in his 30s walked up to editor-in-chief Liu Lianghan with a tablet computer, "110 second clicks, 90.00 positive reviews, and a positive rate of over [-]%, and almost everyone They all saw the end!"

Liu Lianghan took the tablet computer, first looked at the title of the book, then at the publication time and the book review area, and then slowly opened the table of contents, looking at ten lines at a glance, ready to quickly scan the text to see if the style of writing is familiar, in case it is a The boss wears a vest.

Liu Lianghan originally planned to read the beginning and end it, but this book was hooked one by one, he couldn't take his eyes off it, and only after seeing the end, he reluctantly raised his head.

The male editor-in-charge next to him spoke again, "I've never read a similar style of writing, boss, you are well-informed and well-read. This should not be some great author, pretending to be a newcomer."

Liu Lianghan put down his tablet and tapped his finger on the table, "The novel is creative, the style of writing is sophisticated, and the whole rhythm perfectly mobilizes the readers' emotions. It looks like an old author, but I have never read a similar style of writing. Moreover, with the quality of this article, it is more than enough to participate in the official essay call for all authors, there is no reason to take the risk of being poked in the back and participate in the newcomer competition."

"But if it's not a newcomer, God would be too partial to such a sophisticated writing style." Liu Lianghan frowned, and opened the book information again, "I posted the article at four o'clock in the middle of the night, and by the morning, the article had already sunk. Very low, mature authors will try their best to avoid such stupid things. This should be a newcomer, Xiao Zhao, you can contact me, forget it, let me contact you personally. "

In order to express his importance, Liu Lianghan personally called Yun Yongan.

The call is connected.

"Hi, hello. I'm the editor-in-chief in charge of this martial arts short story competition. My name is Liu Lianghan, and I'm a ghostwriter, Mr. Xianren. Your work "Sword of Longevity" has reached the signing level. Would you like to sign a contract with us?"

"Sign a contract?" Yun Yongan was stunned for a moment, "Does the game still need to sign a contract? Isn't it just that I write and upload it?"

Hearing this, Liu Lianghan's heart completely returned to his stomach. To be able to ask this question, the author of "Sword of Longevity" must be a newcomer, he explained patiently.

"Contests cost money. Although the state provides some subsidies, the sum of human and material resources is not a small amount. Therefore, we will select excellent articles, sign contracts with authors, and obtain part of the copyright."

"Moreover, online serialization is free. If you want to publish it in person, you must contact the publishing house. This work is very cumbersome. But after signing the contract, you only need to concentrate on creating, and we will handle these trivial matters for you .”

"So that's the case," Yun Yongan shrugged, "But I'm not short of money, and I don't want to give the copyright to others, so let's forget about this contract."

After speaking, Yun Yongan was ready to hang up the phone.

Liu Lianghan hurriedly shouted: "Don't worry, I know you care about your copyright, but the copyright is in your hands and has no value. As long as you sign a contract with our company, whether it is adapted into comics or movies, We can all help tie the knot."

Yun Yongan recalled all kinds of bloody adaptations in his previous life. He didn't want his works to be ruined, and he really didn't lack money, so he refused in a very firm tone: "No need. Thank you!"

"Hey hey! Don't rush to hang up!"

Liu Lianghan yelled into the microphone again and again, but Yun Yongan had already hung up the phone hastily.

"Boss," the male editor carefully approached, "How should we arrange this recommendation?"

Liu Lianghan was furious: "Arrange ass, he doesn't agree to sign the contract, just pretend he can't see it, and transfer him to the end."

"Okay, come here, I'm going!"

The male editor-in-chief was holding the tablet, and when he was about to run away, he was called back by Liu Lianghan.

"Forget it, let's give him some sweetness first. You can make arrangements to give "Sword of Longevity" a test and let him know how much help we can provide him. I'll contact him again." Liu Lianghan sighed, "Now, Qicheng Chinese Website and Pine Tree Literature Website are trying to challenge our status. We can't give them such good seedlings."

The male editor-in-chief carefully exited from the editor-in-chief's office, returned to his desk, and put "Sword of Longevity" on the small recommendation slot on the sidebar of the homepage, and he was relieved.

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University military training is carried out on campus, and the playground is the best training ground, so freshmen wearing military training uniforms are naturally indispensable.

After lunch, when Yun Yongan was running around the playground, feeling the changes in his body, he suddenly heard a shout of surprise.