Weibo forwarded the lottery and won a smart speaker

Zhuo Muyang woke up again from his light dream, the sunlight slanted in from the window, filling the room with comfort.

After handing in the manuscript, he relaxed. He played games for half the night last night and didn't sleep until early in the morning.The cool breeze in the morning made him feel extra comfortable. He rubbed his eyes and turned on his phone, only to find that the editor had already called him more than a dozen times.

This is really too much, it's fine to flick him desperately on QQ, this series of deadly calls is really killing people.Zhuo Muyang scolded his mother in dissatisfaction, and called out "Alei", and the breathing light of "Alei" lit up, Zhuo Muyang said: "Help me call the number of the ghost."

The deer is very cute, with a chubby baby face and a pair of retro round glasses on the bridge of the nose. After wearing the hat, it looks a bit like "Arale" in Akira Toriyama's comics, but the appearance is the same, no matter how cute it is, it can't hide it This girl has an annoying personality, so in the address book, Zhuo Muyang specially marked her as "a ghost".

The call was quickly connected, and Xiaolu's anxious voice came from the speaker, "Big bird! Why don't you answer my call?"

Zhuo Muyang's voice was hoarse just after waking up. He thought he was very sexy, so he deliberately amplified the hoarseness, trying to match Adu who likes to get under the car: "I just woke up, what's wrong? Telephone."

The little girl giggled, she didn't seem to care about his harshness, and said: "Ah, I'm worried that you will have an accident if you live alone. No one answers the phone. I'm in a hurry. After all, you are the owner of our website. The most popular author!"

Zhuo Muyang was very pleased with the compliment and flattery in his tone. He curled his mouth and straightened his disheveled hair in front of the mirror. Then he looked at his handsome face in the mirror. "I didn't sleep very well last night, so I took a nap in the morning."

"Oh, it's good that you're fine, how about this, you take the time to turn on the computer, I discussed your first draft with our editor-in-chief overnight, and felt that some problems were sent. What the editor-in-chief means is that I hope you can change it after reading Just a moment, and then we want your book to be serialized in advance."

Zhuo Muyang in the mirror pulled his face down, and his smile disappeared, "It's too fast." He hated the feeling of being controlled by |, and said dissatisfiedly, "I put all the manuscripts I have sent it to you, if the serialization is started, the update will be interrupted."

"Look, after all, you are writing articles at home full-time, so updates are not a problem. What's more, we also hope that you can participate in our activities in July. At that time, there will be media meetings, signings, and so on. Let’s promote the new work to increase popularity.”

Although Zhuo Muyang was dissatisfied with this arrangement, he still agreed.People can't live on their laurels for a lifetime, no matter how much money they earn, they will spend it all one day.

The phone hung up, and he bent down and turned on the computer.

While brushing his teeth and washing his hands, he had already placed an order for a takeaway. He ordered the teriyaki chicken leg set from that store to try, and ordered an extra glass of Coke with ice. The very sunny delivery boy delivered it to him.He found that ever since he had that thought, he couldn't hold back himself.

After eating, Zhuo Muyang downloaded the modification comments sent by Xiao Lu, and as the cursor moved, his anger rose slowly.

He was annoyed by Xiaolu's message.

The original [-]-word new article was edited by her to [-] words. There were a lot of annotations, additions and deletions on the right side of the document, and almost no sentence had not been changed.What annoyed him even more was that Xiaolu also wrote a [-]-word revision at the end. Although the words were euphemistic, Zhuo Muyang felt an insult in these words.

Although Zhuo Muyang, who studied science and engineering, is not as accomplished in literature as Xiaolu, who graduated from a key university majoring in Chinese language and literature, but no matter what, he is also a popular author!The popularity of his work is unmatched by any author now, why did he stumble in front of this little girl's film now?

Even though Zhuo Muyang was extremely unconvinced, he had to admit that 80.00% of the problems pointed out by the editor were reasonable after reading the revised comments.

Bite the bullet and sit in front of the computer for two hours and try to figure out Xiaolu's meaning for a long time. He always felt that the girl had completely let himself rewrite it, so he dropped the expensive keyboard in frustration to vent his anger in his chest.

Habitually, he yelled "Alei", the breathing light of the small speaker flashed, hesitated for a while, Zhuo Muyang stood up, walked around the room with his hands behind his back for a while, he decided to change his intention of calling the speaker, Try asking: "Can 'Alei' write for me?"

The breathing light of "Alei" didn't flash this time, Zhuo Muyang smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was thinking too much, a small speaker is not a panacea, so he sat back on the chair again, just put his hand On the keyboard, the light blue breathing light of "Alei" is on. Zhuo Muyang has been observing this speaker. The light blue breathing light represents the improvement of learning ability.

The blue light flashed for a while, and the pleasant voice of "Alei" sounded, it said: "I have collected and learned all the writing methods on the Internet, if you need writing assistance, please connect me to the computer, please answer 'Yes' for confirmation '."

Zhuo Muyang uploaded his writing outline to its server according to the request of "Alei", and a small hourglass appeared on the computer flipping back and forth. After about 30 seconds, a line of words appeared under the hourglass: "I am writing for you Write, do not quit or turn off the computer." I saw words began to appear on the document, the speed was not fast, but from one word to one word, from one word to a sentence, from a sentence to a paragraph, and then a chapter was completed Yes, he read it along, and even laid out all the plots he designed before his eyes. He put the mobile phone that he was holding in his hand and was about to play the game on the table, and read it with relish, and soon Attracted by the plot... He has to admit that "Alei" is better than his own in terms of plot setting and writing techniques.At this moment, Zhuo Muyang looked at the creation of "Alei", and another attractive banknote appeared in front of his eyes.

Zhuo Muyang immediately developed a kind of self-confidence: that is - he can still be popular again!

Xiao Lu sat back at the work station with the notebook in his arms, and put the notebook on the table in frustration, not thinking about it for the time being.

The cup of coffee that had been brewed before the meeting was no longer warm. She folded her arms around her chest and couldn't help sighing.She habitually pushed the glasses on her nose, and her mood was still heavy when she just came out of the editor-in-chief's office.

The most popular and hottest author in her hands actually wrote a novel that was about to be serialized in such a ghostly manner. It doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense. They are all incomplete.The outline is good, but this writing is really different from the strength shown in his last novel.

Xiaolu recalled the joy when she became the editor-in-chief of Woodpecker, and relived the pleasure of reading the last novel in her mind.Then compared with the hatchback of the [-]-word first draft, she began to believe that spirituality would disappear, and Jiang Lang sometimes did this kind of thing.

Xiaolu was very resentful, so he opened the document and began to overhaul it viciously, as if he was possessed by his favorite literary editor Maxwell Perkins.

She needs a way to vent.

After making these corrections, she sent them to the editor-in-chief's mailbox. After seeing the editor-in-chief's opinion, she gradually calmed down, took a sip of the cold coffee, and pushed the dropped glasses on the bridge of her nose.At this time, the sky in the distance has turned white, and it has been working all night.Xiao Lu didn't feel sleepy, first sent the revised manuscript to the big author who didn't know what to do, and started calling him non-stop.I made more than a dozen calls, but the woodpecker didn't pick up any of them. How could the novel be able to sleep after writing it like this?She hung up the phone in frustration, uttered a curse, then lay on the table thinking about how to deal with this big boss, and fell asleep after thinking about it.

She was woken up by Woodpecker's phone call. She glanced at the time and found that she had slept for so long, and the office was busy.

As a Gemini, she has two sides to her personality, she is angry when she is angry, but when she faces the author under her, she uses another face to compliment her. After explaining the purpose of her call, she hangs up the phone and puts on her serious face again. Face.

I ordered a takeaway and had a good meal, and was about to throw out the trash when the phone on the desk rang suddenly, Xiao Lu asked hoarsely, "Hi, hello, who is it?"

"Hello, is this Xiaolu's editor?" There was a very nice and magnetic baritone voice, which lifted the spirit of Xiaolu, who is a voice controler. The fly in the ointment is that this voice is a little nervous, which destroys the The overall beauty of the sound.

"Yes." Xiaolu replied suspiciously.

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be a little more relaxed, "Oh, that's right, I have a manuscript in my hand that I would like to submit to our website for serialization, if it is convenient for you to send me an email, I will send it to you, and you can take a look at it for me if you have time .”

It turned out that it was a self-recommended call, and Xiaolu still often receives this kind of call. Those young people who dream of writing want to publish with immature manuscripts, just like dreaming.

"In this case, you can first register an account on our website according to the requirements and prompts, and you can post after our staff reviews it."

"..." The other end of the phone was silent for a while, as if he didn't understand what she said, he repeated what he said just now, and then added: "I still hope you can read it for me, I think my writing is not bad. "

There are so many self-righteous people. Just as Xiao Lu was about to find an excuse to refuse, she heard the editor-in-chief calling her at the door of the office. She was too lazy to talk nonsense, so she casually mentioned a deserted email address for submissions, regardless of whether the person heard it or remembered it. After getting down, he hurriedly hung up the phone, stood up and followed the editor-in-chief to the office.

There were too many manuscripts like this piling up in her mailbox, and she didn't have time to read them.