The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Xu Shaoting wanted to laugh when he said the number [-] characters, followed by the four characters of a novel.

For many online writers, [-] words is only enough to write the beginning of a story. An author in his own editorial group can finish writing in an hour and a half at a speed of [-] words per hour.

It's just that for him, the record for the fastest speed is only in the early [-]s.

This caused Xu Shaoting to doubt whether he had the talent to write web articles. As far as he knew, one of the masters of their website was very busy at work, and he used his mobile phone to code a chapter every day on the way to work.

What surprised him even more was that the master is worthy of being a master, and the [-] characters coded out in this way are of a very high standard, and this master also accepted an interview. He has neither an outline nor a text.

After reading this interview, Xu Shaoting felt depressed for a long time. He started writing articles at the age of 12. He guaranteed 200 updates every day, and there would be more updates during the winter and summer vacations. By the time he was in the second year of junior high school, he had written nearly [-] million words, and he was still a child. hit the street.

He spends [-] full-time on the website every month, but the electronic subscription revenue for his novels is only [-] to [-], and the website is giving him money.

Xu Shaoting changed two editors in the middle, and the first one took him for two years. When he left, he said to him: "You are still young, and it stands to reason that you don't have to rush if you don't get results. You have written 200 million-word novels at your age, so you should Talk genius."

"But." The editor changed the subject, "You have already written 200 million words, and it's still the same score, Qianfeng, have you ever thought about calming down and thinking about where your writing problems are? Your writing is fine. I even dare to say that your writing skills are better than those of Deep Blue and the Night King, but why are they masters and you are on the street?"

Xu Shaoting: "My writing is fluent, Shen Lan's writing is indeed elementary school students, but their stories are interesting."

The editor replied on □□: "You also said the reason yourself. Your writing is not bad, but your story is not interesting. Have you ever thought that you just don't have the talent to write novels? After all, the writing style of online writing is just an auxiliary , the reader is all eyes and ten lines, the most important thing is always whether your story is interesting or not. So, you should study hard, it is not too late to continue writing novels after you go to college."

Xu Shaoting was almost devastated by these words back then. He was entering the third year of junior high school. His grades were not bad at that time. It would be no problem to work hard to get into a first-class high school. The tuition fee is only more than 400 a year, but the living expenses and accommodation expenses are shared. , a month is less than a thousand.

Relatives have hinted to him explicitly and secretly that high school is not compulsory education, and he is getting older, so he should learn to earn money to support himself.

That is to say, under the great pressure of this year, Xu Shaoting stopped writing those cold topics that the editor said readers didn't like to read.

It took him more than half a month to start a new article in the rhythm of a few men's popular articles. When the second semester of the third year of junior high school started, Xu Shaoting published the first article in his life. The first month's manuscript fee was [-]. The second month's manuscript fee is [-].

The editor told him to keep the 20 manuscripts in his hand, and recommend him through all channels later, and it would be no problem to increase the manuscript fee to 20 a month.Xu Shaoting hesitated for a long time in the face of the high school entrance examination and money, and decided to ask for leave to stay at home. Every day except eating and sleeping is just code words, but he often looks at what he wrote, and he will also think in a daze, I decided to write novels at first...

What do you want to write?

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When Xu Huaiqing got his son's answer, he thought about it: "Between [-] and [-] words, no matter how slow the school work is, I will hire a tutor to make up the lessons for you. You can concentrate on expanding this novel in the past few days." .”

Xu Shaoting stared blankly at cheap father: You can explain to me, what is this for?

Xu Huaiqing looked at his son's salty eyes, and said: "I have a classmate who is currently an editor in the "New Moon" magazine. He read your novel and thought it was very good. If you don't want to change it, you can change it with a thousand words. It was published directly, but the other party suggested that this story can be expanded and told, and it will be more touching after enriching the content."

When Xu Shaoting heard it, he said, "Then publish it directly."

Xu Huaiqing said: "In this case, the manuscript fee will be calculated as [-] words, a total of [-] yuan."

Xu Shaoting, who had already understood the current prices, was stunned. He was always very sensitive to money. Xu Huaiqing saw the young man in front of him fell into some kind of contemplation.

It was Xu Shaoting who was doing quick mental calculations. If he expanded to 45 characters, it would be 120 yuan. He heard Xu Yanran mention that Xu Huaiqing's monthly salary was only [-] yuan, and it was considered a very high income.

Xu Huaiqing saw the sick and weak young man with dull eyes, suddenly turned over, and said to him with bright eyes: "I think what this editor said is very reasonable. Long novels can touch people's hearts more. I decided to expand it." It’s better to publish it again.”

Xu Huaiqing is also supportive of vernacular novels, but he doesn't know how to write novels himself, so he returned the matt book to his son, and he can't guide him.

You can only tell Xu Shaoting in advance: "Your expanded novel will have to be reviewed by the editorial department again. It may not be a one-time draft, and you may have to go back and revise it again, and even publish the original version in the end."

He was afraid that the expanded version would not be completed, and Xu Shaoting would feel uncomfortable.

Xu Shaoting sat at the desk indifferently, and found that the typo in his first draft was circled, and it was a few typos in traditional characters.Xu Shaoting suddenly had a headache. When he wrote this article, because it was written in traditional Chinese characters, he made a few mistakes. If he wrote a long article...

Xu Shaoting took the dictionary on the table depressingly, but he didn't expect that one day the biggest obstacle to writing would be his "ignorance".

Xu Huaiqing wanted to say something more. Seeing that his son was buried in his desk, he opened his mouth and hesitated to speak. He wanted to communicate with the child, but he didn't know whether he should disturb the child's writing, and finally exited the room quietly.