Fist of Imagination

Chapter 112: Fist of Imagination

"Literary and artistic workers?"

Liang De touched the thick hair on the back of his head and felt that he really didn't look like a literary and artistic worker.

"Teacher Fengxian, I haven't been very good at writing since I was a child. I'd better forget about being a literary and artistic worker."

"The job I offer does not require writing anything. You only need to go to the front line and bring back various raw materials, and a partner will complete the subsequent organizing work for you."

"That's not the same as Jieyuan investigative reporters."

Tai Feng shook his sparkling head first and said: "It's different. The work of Jie Yuan's investigative reporters has a strong purpose. What they are looking for is the real thing.

As a novelist, what I need is not truth but interesting stories.

Most of the time, I don't need to know if it is true or not, and I don't need to know why. I don't need you to kill people and seize treasures, and I don't need you to farm and hunt the country.

What I needed was a fresh perspective and some different thinking.

Mr. Liang, you just need to collide with different worlds, beat the world or be beaten by the world, and then turn what you see, hear, think and feel into interesting stories and submit them.

It doesn't matter if you and your partner make up random things after collecting the materials. As long as I think what you submit is interesting, I will pay you accordingly.

The basic salary for this job as a novelist's field assistant is 2.5K. You must complete at least one material collection task every month. Travel expenses will be reimbursed for the first task every month, and you will be responsible for the rest. "

"It sounds pretty good, Teacher Fengxian. It would be better if the monthly salary could be a little higher. You see, if I can go home early, you can break through early. We have a common goal and vision, so I I think around 15K is a more reasonable salary level..."

Taifeng first took out the lemon peel from the Dry Martini cocktail and chewed it raw, his eyes flat: "What, do you think I'm rich?"

"Uh... isn't it?"

Tai Fengxian swallowed all the sour lemon peel with sorrow, and his face began to distort:

“Many people think that those in our profession already have financial freedom, but in fact, the money earned from being a god and a novelist is simply not enough!

Do you think you are the last cause and effect I want to end?

Over the years, I have found more clones than there are bacteria in a bowl of Ganges water!

You are just an eye in my broken ship that is riddled with holes!

The eye of a needle!

I'm obviously a decent virgin, why do I have so many needle holes, and why do I have to go to such trouble to upgrade!

15K, 15K every month! Do you know how many employees I have to pay, and do you know how difficult the Evil God’s Familiar Union is! Why don't you go and grab it! "

Tai Feng first broke the wine glass angrily, and then gradually calmed down:

"Mr. Liang, I hope you understand that you are indeed a problem to me, but it is not a big problem. It is impossible for me to spend too much financial and material resources on you.

Forget it if it's somewhere else. If you want to go back to the Ancient Blue Star, you can only find your own way out. If I become the best, I can patch up a needle's eye and be more confident in breaking through. If it doesn't work, there's nothing I can do.

Bodhidharma only had a reed when he crossed the river, so I still had a boat.

My financial situation is also very tight now, so I can only provide you with a relatively stable field job. It's up to you whether you do it or not. "

"Teacher Fengxian, can 3K be okay?"

"I'll give you an extra 100 yuan of causal subsidy every month. If it doesn't work, I'll put you down."

"Okay boss, no problem boss."

"You should call me Teacher Fengxian. We are both literary and artistic workers. Don't be so vulgar."

Tai Feng waved his hand and took out a document bag and a signature pen from the air and threw them to Liang De.

"Sign the contract, fill out the employment information form, pack your things, say goodbye to your teachers and classmates, and go straight to work.

You are stationed in World No. 415, Kukai This Coast, which also belongs to the Blue Star system. The living environment is very similar to your hometown, so you don’t have to worry about being acclimatized.

There will be another Evil God employee to pick you up, and she will be your partner from now on, mainly handling the logistics and material sorting work. "

Liang De quickly read the contents of the contract while turning his pen. There was no problem. No matter how hard it was, there were no pitfalls in the labor contract and user agreement in his hometown. All he had to do was sign it.

"Teacher Fengxian, what is the title of this position, assistant?"

"The punch of filling in the blanks."

"Fist of fantasy?"

"Yes, the fist of fantasy."

"Is this a fist for fantasy? Teacher Fengxian, your job title is quite relevant. So what is the name of my partner's position, Jio of Fantasy?"

"Your partner is an employee of my junior brother Du Gongtai, and his position is called Fantasy Paper.

Once you've finished taking care of things here, as soon as the cross-border bus arrives on this side of Kukai, she will use a ritual to summon you there. "

Liang De just wanted to ask if he could advance his salary for a few months, but Tai Fengxian had already turned into nothingness and disappeared.

…

Liang De spent the next two months giving away people.

More than 90% of the people who got off the bus in Thunder Bluff Iroha City to participate in spring recruitment. A few days later, on the cross-border bus, only a few of the original members of Sheng Wuxu Private High School except Liang De were left. The evil teacher who didn’t get off the bus.

Baichuanhaiji World is at the boundary between the air and the sea. These Red Tribulation Walkers, who have studied the preferential plans for several months and made countless deposits, plan to pick up the goods on site, which can save some express fees.

At the boundary between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, hundreds of rivers and seas converge into the uninhabited land of the universe 900,000 light-years away.

The bus stopped next to a red giant star, and several sword-killers were ready to get off the bus to go shopping.

"Ade, all good things must come to an end. If you have a chance, come to the other side to study for my master's degree."

Chang Duanxuan took off his Armani gold-rimmed glasses and put them on Liang De:

"I'll give you these glasses."

"I'm not nearsighted, Master."

Liang De reached out to take off his glasses but found that there was nothing on his nose. Just as he was about to ask Chang Duanxuan what was going on, Chang Duanxuan had already gotten off the bus with several other sword-killers.

Mo Feisheng shook out a flying carpet-like space jumper, and sat cross-legged on it with Yuan Shengtian, Chang Duanxuan, Dong Cunzhen, Zhao Gufeng, and Jiang Chi.

Old man Yuan took out a new ocarina and prepared to play a song, but was stopped by Mo Feisheng with a look of disgust.

"Old Yuan, don't play that unlucky piece of yours today, change to something else.

Who doesn't know how to play an instrument these days?"

The rough man condensed a 21-string Qinzheng with the mysterious energy of the sea of illusion and placed it in front of him. Dong Cunzhen took out a bronze drum, Zhao Gufeng held two iron clapboards, Jiang Chi took out a knife and turned it into a huqin, and Chang Duanxuan took out a flute from his sleeve.

"Old Dong, start a tune."

After the sonorous and stubborn sound of the bronze drum, their ensemble sounded at the edge of the desolate universe.

Yu Zheng Jiao Shang Gong, Jiao Shang Gong Yu Zheng...

Although the tune is simple, it also has some meaning that great music must be changed.

When the music sounded, countless stars shook and burst, shining like thunder, reflecting the edge of the universe with a brilliant and surging light.

The singing of the dead souls under the sword gradually faded away in the brilliant light of the star explosion.

The vast sea laughs

The tides surge on both sides

I only remember today as I rise and fall with the waves

The sky laughs

The tides of the world

Who wins and who loses, God knows

The mountains and rivers laugh

The mist and rain are far away

The waves have washed away the beauty of the world

The breeze laughs

It actually causes loneliness