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The manuscript fee for writing this book is 200 million, which is more than 300 million when converted into the platinum share ratio.

It's almost like creating an extra suite out of thin air.

"Then can you sign the Great God's contract this time?" Su Huai Porridge asked curiously.

"It should be nothing." Jiang Miao shook his head, "Let's wait for the next book. If the next book can still be ordered, there should be no problem."

"The book is almost finished, right? How much more?"

"Tens of thousands of words, try to get it done before the end of the month and New Year's Eve."

"What about the new book? When will it be released?"

"Let me take it easy, I have to wait until I graduate next year."

"That's too long~" Su Huai porridge sighed, "I'm running out of books again."

"Senior can read it when I'm preparing the outline." Jiang Miao smiled, "I can also give you spoilers in advance."

"Shut up, stop talking!" Su Huai Porridge quickly blocked his mouth.

I have listened to the new book prepared by Jiang Miao a few times before, especially some particularly attractive settings and characters, which made Su Huai porridge feel itchy, but I can't see the text, it's kind of itchy and I can't scratch it right The discomfort of the place.

Although the specific content of the new book has not yet been determined, the title of the book has basically been chosen, which is "My tenants are not normal" that Jiang Miao sent to the editor last time.

At present, the most basic setting is that the hero has traveled to a parallel world where a boy in the second year of high school died suddenly. Both of his parents died, and he has a legacy of a school district house.

As a result, girls with different personalities, identities and backgrounds successively ushered in the room, and various daily dramas unfolded with the male protagonist.

The general idea, Jiang Miao chatted with Su Huai Porridge long ago when they were bored.

But that is a relatively general overview. Even if it is the corresponding character design, when Jiang Miao designs the corresponding plot, it will be adjusted according to the needs, and it is impossible to completely follow the setting on the outline.

For the author, the outline is a tool for clarifying ideas, not a cage that restricts one's own inspiration and imagination.

To put it bluntly, an outline that can help the author not get stuck is a qualified outline.

……

After winning the honor of the Twelve Heavenly Kings in mid-January, it didn't bring any special feeling to Jiang Miao.

After all, compared to such a title with little practical value, the actual benefits of the book itself are more touching.

Especially after buying the house, at a price of more than 260 million, Su Huai porridge paid 100 million for himself, and Jiang Miao paid 160 million. Most of the family assets the two had saved for four years in college were taken away at once.

Seeing the number in the bank card suddenly shrink, Jiang Miao still felt a little distressed.

So when January comes, the Twelve Heavenly Kings are not important at all, what is important is that I have more than 20 yuan in manuscript fees on my bank card.

And as time slowly passed, it is now approaching the end of the month.

At the beginning of December, "I Broke the Body of the Demon Cult Leader's Daughter" ushered in the climax of the seventh volume, and the Demon Cult finally disappeared under the cooperation of the male and female leaders.

The story also logically entered the eighth volume of Retired Rivers and Lakes.

The hero and heroine live in seclusion by the bamboo forest by the river, and not far away is the small port moored by the river. Occasionally, people from the river and lake will pass by, and there will be some small stories between the hero and heroine, and by the way, some holes dug in the early stage will be filled.

Returning to Jiang Miao's old line of work, sprinkle dog food and water in daily life, it is quite handy to write.

The hero and heroine lived leisurely in the bamboo forest, and even went to the field to grow vegetables by themselves, living an ordinary life.

The timeline was stretched by Jiang Miao, jumping year after year, and the boats on the river bank came and went, and the figures of the two gradually became three or four.

The sound of young children practicing martial arts sounded in the bamboo forest, and beside them were the male and female protagonists who were sitting leisurely on the stone chairs in the gazebo and playing chess.

Once the child is a little slack in martial arts practice, without waiting for the hero to remind him, the leader will already pick up a chess piece, and eject it with a sound of Hugh, causing his child to suffer.

Sitting in front of the desk, Jiang Miao typed this scene into words, connecting them into a warm daily life.

It wasn't until the two children grew up that they no longer wanted to be confined to this small bamboo forest, so with the acquiescence of their parents, they slipped out hand in hand, intending to enter the rivers and lakes.

Thus begins a new story.

But the era of "I Break the Body of the Demon Cult Leader's Daughter" is completely over.

When Jiang Miao typed the three words (End of the book), her whole body relaxed, her energy and spirit seemed to be vented, she exhaled a long breath, and slumped on the back of the chair.

Copy the content of the last chapter to the writer's background, and upload the end of this chapter.

In this way, "I Broke Through the Daughter of the Demon Cult Leader" with a total of 312 million words finally came to an end.

"It's over." Su Huai porridge received an update reminder on her phone, knowing that Jiang Miao was going to end today, so she knew without having to look, "Peach sauce, is there anything you want to do after the end?"

"Yes, I have."

"what?"

"The two children who wrote about the hero and heroine have written a lot, and they want to raise them by themselves."

"Ah! You, you wait...uh...it's broad daylight..."

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【Fighting Street Diary】: sleepy, sleep

329. Dragging a Kitchen Knife to the Wedding Site to Urge Updates

At the end of January, New Year's Eve, East Lake Garden.

Jiang Miao and Su Huai Porridge's two families gathered together to celebrate the New Year, and it was the first time to have New Year's Eve dinner and New Year's Eve together.

Since several children in the family got married as adults, the New Year's Eve dinner at Jiang Miao's family has become much less popular. For several years in a row, only grandparents come to the New Year's Eve dinner, and the family of five celebrates the New Year.

Nothing like New Year's Eve.

It's not like when I was a child, Jiang Zhenguo's sisters and the family sat around to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, and the brothers and sisters also came over, took Jiang Miao to the supermarket to buy snacks, and played cards and mahjong after dinner at night. When it was almost early morning, I went downstairs to set off fireworks and firecrackers.

I remember when I was in primary school, Jiang Miao was probably the happiest every year during the Chinese New Year.

Now that I have grown up, everything can't go back to the past.

But this year is slightly different, because Jiang Miao brought his daughter-in-law's family back for the New Year.

In addition to grandparents, three pairs of fast sons were added to the New Year's Eve dinner.

Eight people sat in a circle, and the round table that was only used during the Chinese New Year was finally put to good use for a while. After eight people sat down, it didn't look crowded, and the sitting was quite spacious.

But Jiang Miao still huddled with Su Huai Porridge and sat together, and helped her pick up vegetables from time to time.

"How is your house decorated?" Tang Xiaojing asked Jiang Miao and Su Huai porridge while eating.

"We are working on water and electricity, and we will lay the ground after the Chinese New Year."

"Has it been more than a month? Why is it so slow?"

"How can you decorate as soon as you come up?" Jiang Miao gave his mother a white look. "I spent most of my time discussing the decoration plan with the designer. I just started construction in the past few days and adjusted the water and electricity routes."

For a house that will be lived in for a long time in the future, the water and electricity lines are still very important. It is best to calculate the electrical equipment that each room will need in the future when formulating the plan before the renovation, and then leave a part more than the plan socket line.

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And it is best to calculate the power of high-power electrical appliances. If the combined power is too large, you must tell the plumber to separate the lines when embedding the wires, and do not combine them together, so as not to squeeze the high-power electrical appliances into a pile in the future. Burnt wires.

During this period of time, apart from work, the two of them communicated with the designer about this aspect.

It took about a month before the decoration plan was initially completed.

The real start of work actually has to wait until after the Chinese New Year.

The specific decoration will take about two to three months. When the decoration is completed in March and April next year, it will be ventilated there to dissipate the smell. After the two of them have their wedding in the summer vacation, they can move into this wedding room.

"After the new year, you can prepare for your marriage." Jiang Zhenguo filled Su Dajiang's glass with white wine, and had a drink with his in-laws, "How is it? Do you have any good suggestions?"

"What I mean is to let the two children figure it out on their own." Su Dajiang smiled. He didn't plan to arrange a wedding for his daughter. Even if he had the heart, he didn't have the guts. "We'll just pay, depending on what they like."

"Then you can contact a few wedding companies first, and you two can ask and make up your own mind." Tang Xiaojing said, "After you get married, you two will live on your own. You still have to learn to do this kind of thing by yourself, just treat it as a marriage." Practiced before."

"Okay." Jiang Miao picked up a chicken leg for Su Huai porridge, and before handing it over, he took a bite himself before giving it to her, "Then what if I want to have a water wedding on the fish pond?"

Su Huai Congee gave him a blank look, and he didn't know whether he wanted to complain about his wedding on the water, or whether he wanted to take a bite out of the chicken legs he had pinched himself.

Anyway, she didn't dislike it, she lowered her head and bit the chicken leg.

On the contrary, Tang Xiaojing on the opposite side laughed: "If you want to do this, go ahead and do it. Anyway, if you fall into the water and lose face, you will lose yourself."

Jiang Miao said this as a joke, and had to talk to Su Huai porridge on the bed in detail.

However, the New Year's Eve dinner of the two families had a good atmosphere. The two dads were drinking there, talking nonsense, and chatting about everything.

The others were eating, listening to the two talking about the mountains, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two, Tang Xiaojing sometimes turned the topic to Jiang Miao and Su Huai porridge, and pulled them to talk more.

The mouth of Su Huai porridge is very sweet, Jiang Miao is not worried at all, after a meal, grandparents should not be too satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Jiang Miao brought his grandfather, Su Huai porridge and mother, and a table of four played mahjong.

After ten o'clock in the evening, half of the red envelopes Jiang Miao collected for the Chinese New Year returned to his grandfather, and the other half fell into his wife's envelope.

As for Tang Xiaojing, she was a veteran mahjong player, she controlled the situation tightly, occasionally won one or two small hands, and then unobtrusively fed cards to grandpa and Su Huai porridge, and finally lost a small one hundred.

Everyone was happy for a night, Tang Xiaojing drove Jiang Miao's grandparents home, the old man couldn't survive the night, so he didn't accompany the New Year's Eve.

Su Huai Porridge and Jiang Miao also took Xu Guiying back to Su Dajiang's rented house to rest. After Xu Guiying washed up and went to bed, they came back again. The remaining five people watched the Spring Festival Gala and chatted, waiting for the countdown to the New Year's Eve.

"It's really getting more and more tasteless, what is this sketch doing?" Jiang Miao complained.

"What's wrong? Isn't it good?" Jiang Zhenguo glanced at him and said.

"It smells like a composition essay with positive energy in the college entrance examination." Jiang Miao rolled his eyes, "Let me go up with Porridge, just sitting there and chatting is more interesting than this thing."

"You're just ugly." Tang Xiaojing patted him, "What can you talk about with Porridge?"

"Heh, there is something to talk about." Speaking of this, Jiang Miao was really unconvinced.

Not to mention anything else, sharing my experience of social death is more interesting than the skits in the Spring Festival Gala.

By the way, you can also share real web authors, isn't it quite positive?

In other words, the title of his book is not very positive, and it is estimated that the manuscript was blocked before it officially appeared on the stage.

After all, he stepped on me and broke his daughter's body.

But for Jiang Miao, sketches are actually the same as online articles. The more the era of the Internet for all people, the more grounded they must be, and they must touch the daily life of ordinary people.

According to his narrow guess, Jiang Miao felt that it was probably because the people acting in sketches became more and more impetuous.

Those who can go to the Spring Festival Gala are not people who are short of money. If they live a rich and happy life, how can they have the opportunity to touch the lives of ordinary people?