doom master

When Yan Chengjiu woke up, he could smell the aroma of food.

"Wake up." The editor didn't feel restrained when he saw the writer in charge woke up. She came here almost a few times a month. Those who didn't know thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend.However, there are also pure friendships between opposite sexes, for example, if the other party is an asexual.

Yan Chengjiu was still a little dazed.

"I have saved your manuscript and sent it to my mailbox. Thank God, you have finally finished the ninth volume of "The Master of Doom." The editor heaved a long sigh of relief, now she doesn't have to worry about her bonus. .

"You... who are you?" Yan Chengjiu suddenly woke up.

Where is this, who is the other party?

Yan Chengjiu found that his body was empty, with nothing inside.

how can that be possible?

That's right, that's right, he remembered that he was fusing the general's heart to attack the general, and then, then he saw a rough hopeless puppet that couldn't be rougher.

So, so these must be the work of the puppets of despair.

Yan Chengjiu calmed down and began to analyze.

Generally speaking, if one wants to become a general, one must go through a lot of training. At the age of a hundred years like Yan Chengjiu, wanting to become a general without experiencing the world a few times is tantamount to nonsense.

And becoming a general with the help of the fusion of the little ghost card and the general's heart is like deliberately cooperating with five generals to cheat.

"My plum blossom J is big, you must be sleepy again." The editor took it easy, "Tell me, how many days have you been rushing this time? The last time you were rushing for a month, You didn’t go out for a whole month, and when you woke up, you said that the end of the day is about to come and prepare supplies. This time, what tricks do you want to play?”

Or how can writers have their own quirks?

This Plum Blossom J is also obviously suffering from severe secondary illness, and is also accompanied by symptoms of amnesia.

"What did you call me?" Yan Chengjiu pointed at himself, "Plum Blossom J?"

"Yes, Plum Blossom J, Yan Chengjiu." The editor looked at him seriously, "Although I also think it's shameful for you to use your real name as the protagonist's name, but for the sake of sales, I don't care. Yes, recently there are several directors of film and television companies who want to meet with you to talk about the film and television adaptation and game development of the previous volumes. If you are interested, I will arrange a time for you. If you are not interested, I will go to you broker."

Yan Chengjiu was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, many memories flooded into his mind, as if they were forced into them by something.

The editor stood quietly, waiting for Yan Chengjiu to slowly think it through.

Well, not once or twice anyway.

"The food was just delivered by courier. You can eat whatever you want. I'll go back and proofread it for you first." The editor took away the courier slip for reimbursement, and closed the door for Yan Chengjiu neatly.

Yan Chengjiu was the only one left in the room, he sat back quietly on his sofa, and began to recall everything.

His name is Yan Chengjiu, his parents are in foreign countries, he loves to travel, and he doesn't go home all year round.He loves literature. He began to serialize "The Doomsday Master" when he was studying in university, and now he has published the ninth part of the series "The Doomsday Master: The General".

He has an editor in charge and an agent who is solely responsible for managing his copyrights. The part-time workers come to cook and clean for him once a day.

This time, in order to catch up with the draft, he lay down in front of the computer for a month, writing and rewriting.

Until last night, I finally finished writing all of them.

No, not right.

Yan Chengjiu supported his forehead, things shouldn't be so simple.

He stood up and started looking through the things in the room.

ID card, account page, driver's license, bus ticket, book, photo, seal...

Almost everything can be matched with memory.

Yan Chengjiu used his mobile phone to dial a friend's number, and the other party was already connected, and even teased Yan Chengjiu, asking if he was in a rush again?Yan Chengjiu hung up the phone after a few perfunctory words, feeling absurd in his heart.

If this world is fake, it is too fake to be real.

On the contrary, his memories in the doomsday world seemed to be fake, very illusory.

Suddenly, Yan Chengjiu seemed to have thought of something, and quickly sat down in front of his computer, opened his manuscript and began to read it.

Volume [-], Black Sun.

The second volume, the endless deep sea.

Volume Three, Parasitic

……

Yan Chengjiu collapsed on the chair, the mouse could hardly continue to click.

Is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

Yan Chengjiu always felt that this question was very fake, but now he couldn't help but began to doubt it.

But is all this fake?

Is Lin Yinwu also a fake?

I don't have a lover.

Yes, not at all.

He doesn't like anyone and has never been tempted.

No matter how beautiful a person is, he is no different from an ordinary person in his eyes.

However, his heart is still yearning for love.

The kind of "it is better to forget each other than to forget each other" like in martial arts novels, can not interfere with each other, and a very tacit understanding can be achieved with one look.The other party can have a bad personality or not outstanding enough, but he must be convinced.

There is no such person in reality.

He used his real name as the protagonist, and then created a "Lin Yinwu" that fit his own aesthetics.

Then this month, he was too tired to finish the draft, and had a long dream, taking the things in the novel as reality, which confused his memory.

This explanation seems more perfect.

Yan Chengjiu looked down at his hands and couldn't help laughing.

How can this be the same?

How could such a wonderful world be just his dream?

The agent found out that the writer he was responsible for had recently started to suffer from illness again.

The reason for saying "again" is obviously that he is used to it.

Yan Chengjiu's leg was broken.

It is said that he had nothing to do and jumped out of the window in the middle of the night last night.

Thank goodness, his place is a villa, at most it is only the second floor high, and the downstairs is still soft mud, so he saved his life.

Although Yan Chengjiu explained that it was because of carelessness, the manager was still a little terrified.

In all fairness, Yan Chengjiu is really a perfect employer. He doesn't criticize or suspect anything. He sells generously and has a bright future. He has no plans to change employers for the time being.

The writer's agent is relatively new, and compared to the well-developed entertainment agent, it is just a child who is babbling.However, anyone can see the potential for future development here.

With the copyright becoming more and more perfect, the income of writers will definitely not be worse than those of stars.

And the author of Plum Blossom J is undoubtedly the one he is optimistic about.

Plum Blossom J is young and handsome, much stronger than those hyped "beautiful male writers" on the market, and his writing has also been recognized by the public.It only takes an appropriate time to push him out, and his popularity will reach a peak.

Of course, the current popularity is scary enough.

When "The General of the Doomsday Grandmaster" had just been named, countless game companies and film and television companies came to the door, willing to pay a high price to buy it, but he refused.Now that the general volume has been finished, the reason for the rejection at the beginning is not very practical.

The agent comes to the door and wants to have a good talk with his employer, who doesn't love real money?However, we must also consider the past works and reputation of those film and television parties, and we must not smash our own signs.

However, such a beautiful idea burst like a bubble when the manager spoke continuously for half an hour and the other party didn't respond with a single word.

"Mr. Yan, is there anything you don't understand about what I just said, or do you still disagree?" The manager couldn't help asking.

"You just said that the casting of the first TV series Black Sun has already started?"

"Yes." The agent handed over the prepared materials, "These are Lin Yinwu's candidates. As for the role of the protagonist Yan Chengjiu, there is no good candidate yet. If you have any favorite actor, It can also be recommended, and the producer will give it careful consideration.”

Yan Chengjiu didn't have the slightest interest in the candidates for the leading role, he just went through Lin Yinwu's list of candidates for the leading role, and looked at them one by one.

"Why, isn't it suitable?" The manager noticed that Yan Chengjiu's face was a bit ugly.

"This is not the Lin Yinwu I want." Yan Chengjiu closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling, "He'd better have double eyelids, white skin, be over 185 tall, have beautiful hands, and have a decent temperament." Elite type and classic villain BOSS..."

Yan Chengjiu talked more and more, wishing to reveal all the measurement data.

The agent became more and more helpless the more he listened, "I understand your request. I can look for it for you roughly, but I can't guarantee that it will be met."

"What do you think of Lin Yinwu?" Yan Chengjiu asked suddenly.

"There are many people who like him, but there are also many people who hate him. However, after the eighth JOKER volume, his popularity has risen rapidly." The agent has done enough homework.

"No, I'm asking you, do you think such a person really exists in this world?"

"Ah?" The agent exclaimed a little, but he quickly realized, "I think a person like him is created by a special environment, because of his extreme strength, his character traits can be fully displayed Come out. Our world is so peaceful, I don’t think there will be such a person.”

As expected of a high-quality agent who was wanted to be poached by countless writers, the level of answers is different!

The agent gave his answer a thumbs up.

Yan Chengjiu looked disappointed, "Let's leave those copyright parties to you, I'm a little tired."

"Okay." The agent replied.

After seeing off the manager, Yan Chengjiu lay on the bed directly.

"Really, does it really not exist?"

He touched his chest, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

"If it really doesn't exist, why am I so sad?"