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Mo Zhu's experience reminded Huang Zhu of his experience of rushing to the street to die, and felt a little sentimental.How should I put it, Mo Zhu's failure is actually his failure.

Huang Zhu said to Mo Zhu: "Why don't you think about writing something else?"

Mo Zhu looked at him desperately, "I only like to write those..."

That's right, although he is based on the market now, he actually had his own preferences back then, and they were relatively niche. Mechas were still a little hot in there, no wonder they were so flustered.

It's so sad to rush the goods to the flood and still rush the goods!

Huang Zhu said: "If it's really not possible, you'd better take the lead and sell rot, but a little girl like San Xiao..."

Mo Zhu didn't speak.

Now his mecha novel has only been serialized for three issues in "Zag Yao Guang Ji", and its popularity is frighteningly low. If it is replaced by someone else, the first issue will be cut off. This is still for Huang Zhu's sake, support him It's period three.

But if it continues to fail, it will be cut off, otherwise it should be discussed how this guy came to the top.

Huang Zhu said: "We should adapt to the society, we still need to adapt properly, why don't we go to the literary meeting in Zhaoyao Mountain tomorrow and see what everyone writes?"

Mo Zhu silently nodded.

Huang Zhu said again: "If you really can't do it, you can help me take care of the business of the underworld... well, it's fine if you don't want to." He saw that Mo Zhu's face was not very good, so he knew that he couldn't persuade him, Mo Zhu's heart is still in writing, at least he didn't run away halfway because he hit the street.

The next day, Huang Zhu and Mo Zhu went to the back mountain of Zhaoyao Mountain to visit the literary society.

When I randomly walked to the first literary meeting place, I was shocked.

There are so many authors, each holding a pile of letters from readers, some with a sack, some with a basket, each with a smile on their face, open the letters and read aloud, and post the gifts sent by the readers.

"I'm so touched, it's because of the support of so many readers that I let me cast spells to suppress my cultivation and repeatedly postpone the time to pass the divine catastrophe." An author with a pile of letters in front of him said tearfully.

Others also nodded, "Yes, yes, we have nothing to do to write articles, don't we just like to read letters from readers, and we can find some fellow Taoists who share the same ideas!"

"To tell you the truth, my Taoist partner was my reader from the very beginning..."

"Wow, envy envy."

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"..." Huang Zhu turned his head to look, and Mo Zhu's face turned dark again.

"This doesn't seem to be suitable for us, let's go..." Huang Zhu pulled Mo Zhu out again, ashamed to say, Mo Zhu's book reviews so far are almost zero.Why almost, because the only letters are asking what the hell this is writing.

Mo Zhu's sleeve was pulled by Huang Zhu, he said bitterly: "No comments, no clicks, no favorites, just like playing a single player..."

Huang Zhu suddenly felt a lot of pressure, "There is so much competition now, newcomers without a reader base have to play single-player with hundreds of thousands of words! The Wenhui you saw must be a big group of gods, so everyone has so many Letters from readers!"

As he spoke, Huang Zhu pushed open the door of the next Wenhui location.

One of the writers inside said frothyly: "The letter sent yesterday can't fit in the study, and I really can't reply one by one. Which Taoist friend has the supernatural ability to reply, can you teach me?"

"...Well, this is the group of great gods. The one just now is probably the pink group." Huang Zhu quickly closed the door, and comforted him, "The great gods and pinks from all three realms are probably here, let's go and see Little Transparent." of."

Mo Zhu sighed leisurely: "It is said that no matter how little transparent you are, you will also meet his love tiger oil. Why don't I have it?"

So sad!

Huang Zhu: "They just can't understand you. I believe that if you are in modern times, how can you still gain some readers?"

Huang Zhu thought, and pushed open another door. This time, everyone inside was much more normal. They were not posting comments, but an author was talking about his writing experience on the high platform. Everyone below was taking notes, Or discuss quietly.

The arrival of Huang Zhu and Mo Zhu didn't attract much attention, so they quietly found a place to sit.

After sitting down, Huang Zhu found that there was an old man sitting on the left, who was taking notes with great detail and earnestness.Huang Zhu asked in a low voice: "This is a great man, which author is that on stage?"

The old man said without raising his head: "The author of "Kunlun Jade" that Tianwen Publishing House is promoting recently is quite popular, Zishan Taoist, don't you know?"

"I've been in seclusion for a long time. This is a new author. I heard about it when I first left the seclusion, but I just haven't read the work." Huang Zhu thought, "Kunlun Jade" is not the same work written by San Xiao and the others, and said that the author was very angry. I have written, and it seems to be fine now, and I am still in the mood to participate in the essay meeting to share my writing experience. It doesn't look like I will close my pen.

"You still have to listen carefully, Fellow Daoist, what Zishan said is very reasonable, and I have really benefited a lot!" The old man praised.

"Oh, fellow daoist, may I ask how to address it?" Huang Zhu asked again.

The old man said, "My name is Bodhi."

Bodhi?How many people named Bodhi are there in the prehistoric world?

Mo Zhu was originally listening to Zishan Taoist's lecture, but now he couldn't help but look sideways, and asked aloud: "Bodhi is a Western plant, are you a Westerner?"

"No, no, it's just a coincidence," Bodhi raised his head and denied it, but was obviously stunned by Huang Zhu, and quickly pretended not to know him, and said, "Friend Daoist, you What's your pseudonym?"

Damn, aren't you one of the three corpses that are allowed to be mentioned? How dare you pretend not to know me when you see me!

Huang Zhu thought to himself, and said calmly: "I'm not the author, I'm an employee of Tianting Publishing, this is our author, and his name is Black Belly Lord."

"Long admiration." Bodhi said politely.

"Hehe," Huang Zhu said, "We haven't heard of your Excellency. We don't know what kind of article you wrote. Did you debut in the past century? It seems that we haven't seen you before."

Bodhi said shyly: "But only published some small pieces of articles, not a big author."

An author next to Bodhi leaned over his head and said, "Bodhi's writings are very good. They persuade people to be good, and they are full of reason." He said, and handed a newspaper to Huang Zhu, "Look Look, you Tianting Publishing should publish more articles like this."

Huang Zhu took it over and took a look, and found that Bodhi was not modest, they were really small pieces, and the more they looked at the content, the more they felt familiar.

Smacking his mouth, Mo Zhu said, "Isn't this chicken soup for the soul?"

One word awakened the dreamer, Huang Zhu wished he could pat his thigh, "That's right!"

This guy, Bodhi, wrote chicken soup for the soul. He persuaded people to be good, but he persuaded people to be good. But if you look carefully, you can see that it is completely mixed with the teachings of Western religion. If you are not careful, you will learn Absorbed.

Damn it, I must mention that this bastard actually sent his three corpses to the Heavenly Court to publish and "borrow" their resources for publicity while he was away from retreat!

Huang Zhu was very angry, not only because of Zhuangti, but also because his employees didn't recognize it. Fortunately, Bodhi is not popular yet. If it becomes popular, it will affect how many people.

Bodhi looked at Huang Zhu anxiously, he knew how to play with words, he was the first pen in the world, the veterans here might not be able to hide it at all, but will they find out his identity?With Huang Zhu's behavior, would he gather people and "keep" him here?

Bodhi was worried, so he gave his deity a sense and told him the news.

The deity Zhunti said that even if Huang Zhu could tell from the text that he was a member of the Western religion, he would never have guessed that he was the good corpse of Zhunti, and Huang Zhu was not so cruel to innocent people .

Bodhi's heart relaxed a little, and Zhun pointed out the purpose of the Yin people. He has never revealed his existence, and very few people have seen him.

Just thinking about it, Bodhi discovered that the black-bellied gentleman behind Huang Zhu was looking at him all the time.

To be honest, this black-bellied gentleman doesn't look like a good person, he is full of hostility, and looking at him now is even more wrong.

This is not right, Bodhi thinks he has never offended such a number one person, could it be said that the other party is born like this?

Bodhi asked cautiously: "This black-bellied gentleman, why is he looking at the poor?"

"Maybe he likes you. Your writing is so good and positive." Huang Zhu glanced at Mo Zhu and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm still learning." Bodhi looked terrified, "If you can achieve a little achievement before the end of your life, then you don't have to worry about going to reincarnation."

Pretend, you just pretend, you are a clone of a saint, and you are worried that your lifespan is limited.

"Hehehe..." Huang Zhu and Mo Zhu looked at each other, got up and left together tacitly.

After walking outside, Huang Zhu said coldly: "This old bastard, the kind of wise man portrayed in the article is not the Zen master in the modern chicken soup for the soul. It's really shocking to use my newspaper to preach to myself. It’s a good calculation, and he said he was studying, I just did the math, and he has quite a few readers.”

Although Huang Zhu is not very good at deduction, but he can't stand Tianting Publishing is his own industry.

Huang Zhu said in a low voice: "Why don't you contact the nephews, and when he comes out, give him..."

"No," Mo Zhu said, "let's be fair and aboveboard. Didn't he write Chicken Soup for the Soul? I'll go against Chicken Soup for the Soul, make jokes out of his articles, and laugh at readers who like them. Not only from him, but also from Western countries. To make up a joke about the teachings of the church, we have to fight for..."

He glanced at Huang Zhu without saying a word.

In the past, it was just to crucify the identity of the sect of the Western religion, and to expose the behavior of receiving and guiding Zhunti. Now that they want to find their own death, let them know that they were merciful before.

"Good idea." Huang Zhu laughed a few times, and continued: "Try to make everyone laugh when they hear 'Amitabha Buddha', and make it a meme."

The two looked at each other and laughed maliciously.