Welfare Officer

"Dear readers, the story will eventually come to an end. It may not be satisfactory, but this is reality."

Huang Tian clicked on his "Final Remarks" and looked through the chapter inside.

Trying to be miserable no longer works, so the only option is to resort to sensationalism.

But after seeing the comments, the reader adds a string of numbers, level apprenticeship: another book to die from.

"Damn eunuch, if I read your book again, I will be a dog!"

"I knew it was going to suck."

"Haha, this is not the first time this guy has done this. He even changed his vest before. I recognized him and I didn't dare to admit it."

…

Huang Tian only thought to Ding Han, is this world so malicious to the author of Poujie?

Don’t love novels? How can you write a novel?

Frustrated, close comments.

I took a long breath and sighed to the protagonist in the book: Every book is my own child. Although I am a male mother, the love is the same. I have arranged the best ending for you. The road ahead will be very difficult for me, and I can only rely on you.

Writing novels to generate electricity for love, Huang Tian had already compromised. Relatives at home helped find a labor dispatch job with a government unit. The job paid 2,000 yuan a month, and he could barely make ends meet.

It was just that he was under too much pressure after working during the day and writing novels at night. He had no choice but to speed up the plot and click the end button.

Say goodbye to the past.

He felt a little depressed and hadn't officially left the house for nearly two months. While he was finishing the novel, Huang Tian planned to go out for a walk to relax.

I just happened to be browsing the same city through video software, and found a niche mountain climbing attraction. It doesn’t require tickets. It overlooks the city. There are ancient villages at the foot of the mountain, and you can experience the style of the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Huang Tian suddenly thought of it, tidied himself up a little, and set off.

The ancient village is very beautiful. There is a large camphor tree at the entrance of the village. It is said to be more than 300 years old and was planted during the Qing Dynasty.

There is a temple under the tree, which is the land of the village.

The guide said that although this temple is small, it has a history of hundreds of years. Many civil servants, lawyers, and college students from the village said they worshiped the Lord of the Land.

Huang Tian had no intention of worshiping him at first, but then he thought about it: The Lord of the Earth is also called the God of Fortune and Righteousness, and among other things, it is okay to bless him with peace.

So I went around to the village canteen, bought a handful of incense, and bowed respectfully: "Although I keep rushing to the street, I still love writing novels. I pray that the father-in-law of the land will bless me, and my literary thoughts will flow freely."

A whole handful of incense sticks, I don't know hundreds of them, were inserted into the stove, and the smoke filled the air.

At this time, a car appeared and a man in a suit appeared with a briefcase under his arm. Huang Tian was a little surprised when he saw it.

But the two looked at each other without communicating. The man took out a basket of paper materials from the trunk.

Then he started to burn it in the furnace: "Grandpa Tu Tu, this is your favorite divorce case file. It is very bloody and explosive. I have been saving it for a year. I am here to show it to you today and comment on the right and wrong."

Huang Tian was surprised when he heard this. He watched the A4 papers burned to ashes and couldn't help but said, "How do you know that Lord Tutu likes to see this?"

"I found it by accident." The man said: "I burned a file here once before, but I got very lucky later."

"After all, some electronic files have to be printed and destroyed, and the shredder is very slow. It's better to burn them here. Every time they are burned, something good will happen to me."

"Ah! This?"

The lawyer smiled and said: "Although the land is a god, it is at a relatively low level in the civil service system of heaven and earth. It may be that they are just waiting for me to have these materials to test the judges."

Huang Tian was amused by him: "Then this earthly master is quite hardworking."

"That's right, there is no discrimination in the underworld about thirty-five-year-olds who cannot take public exams."

"You are not from this village." The lawyer has seen too many different kinds of people.

"Burn so much incense, how much do you wish for?"

"Don't ask for anything, just ask for peace and success."

"Have you encountered some obstacles? Otherwise, why would young people pray to God? Nowadays, they are all idealistic materialists. The good ones believe it, but the bad ones don't."

Huang Tian hummed.

The lawyer suddenly became excited and took out a business card: If you need legal assistance, you can contact me. Don’t let your mind wander. Life may seem like a huge setback at the moment, but looking back in the future, it will be like a boat that has already passed a thousand mountains.

After burning the files, the lawyer was about to leave: "Would you like me to give you a ride?"

"No, I'll go take a look at the mountain." Huang Tian thanked him for his kindness.

Secretly, he said: "He gave me an inspiration. Sure enough, it was right to go out today. When I get back, I will write a novel about a land that passes the exam, is promoted to a judge, and is promoted to a city god."

Then he thought again: "The novel I wrote can also be burned to Grandpa Tu to see if I can get some metaphysical advice, so that I can have better luck and write a hit, so I don't need to pay two thousand yuan. He bows his knees and makes a smile on his face."

Huang Tian really hated having endless meetings, endless documents to write, and endless accounting reports.

Huang Tian was conceiving the Shinto system while checking information on his mobile phone. He didn't care about looking at the scenery. He was just filled with his fantasy spiritual world. Sometimes he had a smile on his face, and sometimes hehe, he was already very energetic and no longer decadent. , but he was obsessed with it: "This inspiration is absolutely explosive."

Looking through the novel software, there are some novels about incense and gods competing for hegemony in ancient times, but there is no recent work with the same theme.

Although following the trend is the fashion, if a book about fishing and cultivating immortals becomes popular, hundreds of books will follow immediately. Everyone goes fishing. The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish. If they change a little bit, they stop fishing and switch to hunting, and hunt in the mountains.

If a book about strange revival becomes popular, hundreds of books about strange folk customs will follow immediately.

Although the subject matter that no one has touched upon is novel, it may also fail. This is the case with Huang Tian’s previous novels. He strives to be original, but the result is that he repeatedly fails. He fails to cater to the market and the subject matter is strange.

For example, the previous book is about the protagonist cultivating immortals through cooking, but in fact, it is a short video blogger who reproduces ancient food.

As a result, it failed miserably. He spent a lot of time describing ancient food, but readers said it was a watered-down article. After deletion, it was no different from ordinary immortal cultivation articles, and it failed without any sound.

Nowadays, I happen to see a large number of people taking postgraduate entrance exams and civil service exams every day, plus various exams in life, from primary school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, and so on! From high school to university, there are still exams.

This made Huang Tian immediately conceive a novel outline of the corresponding theme. In addition, the lawyer just said that the land god likes to read files, which made him even more inspired.

I don’t know if the incense I just burned worked.

After walking to the top of the mountain, Huang Tian finally woke up and saw the city cluster in the distance. He was full of ambition.

So he shouted loudly: "I want to write a novel!"

Only then did he feel relieved and came to his senses, but he was lost again.

Looking around, he found a wild temple with ancient charm.

"Huh? Why didn't I find a temple here when I went up the mountain just now?"