I Am a Big Player

The siege of the gate of the Kyoto Newspaper Group became the big news in Kyoto that day. The most important reason is that everyone heard that it was because Kunlun was required to be serialized every day, and they immediately became interested: Why don't we go too? Protest?!

This is not good...

Don't you want to see Kunlun every day?

Let's go, let's go protest!

When Zhou Wumeng returned to the headquarters of the Jingdu Newspaper Group in the evening, he looked at the crowd surrounded by the gate of the Jingdu Newspaper Group three times inside and three times outside, and he took a deep breath in an instant. At this time, the police came, but it was useless to persuade them. They just asked the Kyoto Daily to serialize Kunlun every day, otherwise they would not leave!

What the hell, it was completely beyond Zhou Wumeng's expectations. How could he have imagined that everyone's enthusiasm for martial arts is actually far higher than he imagined, but the martial arts before Kunlun were not good-looking!

He quietly entered through the door used to transport goods at the back, and threw the contract to the editor who signed the contract as soon as he arrived at the office. He called and left the rest to me.

But his manuscript fee standard is already the highest... Bai Mo is not as high as him, the middle-aged editor was stunned for a moment.

There must always be a precedent. Others can let readers come to surround Jingdu Newspaper, and I will give them such a fee. Zhou Wumeng rubbed his temples and said: Comrades, haven't you realized that the Jingdu Newspaper Group once again The opportunity to break through the upper limit has come, let's wait and see.

At this moment, Ren He is enjoying a peaceful life with no tasks. Today's coding task has also been completed, and he can practice singing with Yang Xi without any burden. As a result, he received a call from Zhou Wumeng as soon as he arrived on the rooftop. This old man is not going to remind me to update again, the content to be serialized this Saturday has already been sent to him.

After picking up the phone, I heard Zhou Wumeng on the opposite side say: Your payment for the last issue has already been called, and the standard has been raised for you.

Damn it, it's not good!

Task: At 9:40 am tomorrow, on the anti-theft window outside the classroom of the host class, complete 45 pull-ups within 1 minute, with a deadline of one week.

Nima, it really is that the mission came too fast without any precautions, and why is this mission so painful and stipulated in such detail? In the past, there was no such task, and it was even stipulated when to start doing the task.

And the designated location, outside his own classroom! You must know that your classroom is on the third floor, and all of them are suspended.

That is to say, I must climb from the downstairs to the third floor with bare hands before 9:40, and then start doing pull-ups on time at 9:40, and complete 45 pull-ups within 1 minute. This is a combination task!

Could it be that the Heaven's Punishment System has started releasing more difficult tasks? !

But the key point is that tomorrow morning at 9:40 is the time for the second class in the morning, Ren He scratched his chin and thought, who is going to have the second class tomorrow morning? It seems to be Chinese...

Hello? On the phone, Zhou Wumeng suddenly found that there was no sound from Ren He's side and thought it was a bad signal.

Ah, Mr. Zhou, keep talking, Ren He came back to his senses.

Well, the Jingdu Newspaper Group was surrounded by your readers this morning, Zhou Wumeng said calmly, They asked to serialize Kunlun every day. I originally thought that I would break up the volume for a week and update it every day, but readers I'm not a fool, so...

I can't write it... Ren He immediately understood what Elder Zhou meant. If he was not writing a divine book, it would be no problem to write Kunlun 20,000 a day, because it was all in his memory, and he could just move it to the computer. , but the problem is that the update of the divine book has to keep up. Three generations will be poorer, and eunuchs will ruin their lives!

But he couldn't tell Mr. Zhou that he was still writing a small white essay to make money. After he said it, Mr. Zhou would immediately ask him to stop updating the divine book...

cough cough,

Mr. Zhou, you also know that if you pursue speed too much in creating this kind of thing, the quality will definitely drop. I want to guarantee the quality! Ren He said solemnly.

That's right, Mr. Zhou fell into deep thought...

I also know that you are in a difficult situation, Mr. Zhou. Look at this, let's not agree directly, and change it to serialization on 2, 4, and 6 every week, so that they will feel better, and my pressure will not be so great. Cheng No? Ren He asked.

At this time, Zhou Wumeng began to worry about the quality instead: Can you guarantee the quality in this way? Don't ruin such a novel that can become a classic!

No, don't worry! Kunlun's manuscript with a total of 950,000 words is in his mind, and of course it won't be unfinished...

Okay, then remember to deliver the manuscript on time! Zhou Wumeng hung up the phone.

Ren He calculated that there was still one and a half months before he planned to help Yang Xi sing during the winter vacation. As long as he worked overtime, he could write the whole Kunlun in this one and a half months.

After all, I might not have so much time after the winter vacation, but... I seem to have forgotten to tell Mr. Zhou not to send manuscript fees so frequently...

Yang Xi was listening when Zhou Wumeng and Ren He were on the phone. Seeing that Ren He hung up the phone, she suddenly asked, You're writing a novel? Is your name Kunlun?

When she made the phone call just now, Ren He didn't deliberately avoid Yang Xi, so she could hear Zhou Wumeng's voice, but she couldn't hear it intermittently, and only knew the title of the book was Kunlun. But at this time, Kunlun's influence has not spread too far. After all, it is only the first serialization, so Yang Xi has never heard of Kunlun's novel, and he doesn't know who the person on the other side of the phone is.

Well, the novel I wrote, Ren He said cheerfully.

Can I have a look? Yang Xi asked, tilting her head.

I haven't finished it yet, I'll give you a set when I'm done, Ren He mumbled.

Yang Xi doesn't know why Ren He gave up his musical talent to write novels, maybe this is what Ren He said to pursue? Maybe you also have such a person in your life, who is constantly challenging new areas of life, challenging things that you can't do, not being nostalgic for past achievements, and always letting yourself walk on the road, whether it is soul or body.

This kind of person is like an inspiring lamp in life. When I think of them, I will lift my spirits, throw away all negative energy and concerns, and start on the road again.

At this moment, in Yang Xi's eyes, Ren He is probably such a person. I don't know what she will think when she knows that Ren He writes books to make money...

After Ren He left in the evening, Yang Xi returned to the rooftop and played and sang the songs Ren He gave her over and over again. I like every capital very much, and every capital is my own song, and every capital is a gift from him.

This is the first time she tried this feeling. Yang Xi learned to miss when she was 15 years old.

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Thanks to Fenglin Youqi, Master Tianjian, Fuyao, Shuyou 130405, Baili Jingyun, Jazz Fengshao, Ye Lingfeng, Mi Yuli for their rewards.