Chapter 6
What she did not know was that at the same time, in a high-end residential community in the downtown area of City G, a top-tier writer who had just touched the pinnacle of success was feeling frightened because of her, spending the entire day in a daze on the sofa with a dog, his mind blank, having written not a single word, as if he had missed out on a hundred million in manuscript fees
When I looked up again, it was already around 3 PM
Jiang Yucheng: Moreover, the Yuan Yue Society has a certain prestige, and signing with them would ultimately serve to enhance your own prestige, which is not a bad thing at all
Zhou Chuan: ... ... Have you laughed enough? I am here to tell you a joke
Jiang Yucheng: Just as I was about to sleep, I suddenly feel invigorated.
Turn on the computer
Er Gou pulled his head out of the man's hand, shook his head, and with a big paw, stepped on a small piece of paper—Zhi Chuan glanced at it, bent down to pick up the paper, and examined it carefully: this was no ordinary business card, the phone number and QQ number on it were both handwritten.
Jiang Yu Cheng: I remember clearly, vividly, how Dayuanchuan said to me in a rather eccentric manner, "I casually wrote a few thousand words, and those people were astonished." "The little moderator gave me a highlight, hehe." "This little moderator is really cute, looking so bewildered, hehe." "They were all so shocked that AB is actually a couple, hahahaha, what fools! The expansion pack is all done by me; as long as I nod, even if AB is just one person and a dog, they must be considered a couple." ... In this story, who is the moderator you keep referring to as 'little moderator'? ... In this story, who is the moderator you keep referring to as 'little moderator'?
Jiang and Cheng: What a coincidence? I also have a fan of ten years who joined the Yuan Yue Society, haha, perhaps they are colleagues!
Just thinking about how I have been accompanying that new little editor at the publishing house these past few days, mocking an author whom we have never met before, saying things like "Hahaha, there are plenty of neurotics in the author circle" and "You only just realized that Weibo is all about acting" and "That ridiculous author" and so on
Zhou Chuan: Oh, what is that powder of yours called
Outdated and not to be waited for
Zhu Chuan typed a series of `` ... ... '' on the keyboard, and then pressed send with a snap.
With a bewildered expression, I looked at my suddenly deranged master: "... ... Huh?"
But this is not the main point
When the search results appeared, the man took a sharp look at the Q avatar, which seemed somewhat familiar. He let out a puzzled "Hmm," slightly squinting his brown eyes, and then focused his gaze again.
I silently locked eyes with the big dog for three seconds, gazing into its calm dog eyes
I had an accident
Zhou Chuan: That is a contract with a print run of 45,000 copies! 45,000! Did you sign it? Are you still speaking human language?
... ...
Then he echoed with great joy, engaging in a back-and-forth of mockery
Zhu Chuan : `` ... ... ''
Zhou Chuan: No, what discovery is there? My acting is excellent, as gentle and refined as Young Master Chuan.
Er Gou followed in, sniffing around with his nose, while the big dog stuck its head into the trash can and pulled it out, then decisively lifted a leg and knocked over the trash can
Jiang Yucheng: Aren't you just eagerly approaching me to persuade you to sign? After all, it's your little pet that you've raised for three years, isn't it worth it? What if the little pet turns into Godzilla when it gets angry? No problem, just sign it.
Jiang Yu Cheng: You definitely don't know, asking is pointless. What did you just say? You and that little moderator have been in a three-year online relationship and finally met? She even seduced you into signing a terrible contract with a print run of 45,000 copies? Which one? Are you planning to only sign out "The Book of the River God" if the print run is over 100,000 copies? Oh my god!
He stood up to take a shower, and after finishing, he flopped onto the bed, crossing his legs and shaking them while staring blankly at the handwritten card that had been wiped clean... This daze lasted for two hours, until nearly 2 AM, with the man's mind filled with Jiang Yucheng's words: "Hahaha, you are in your prime, just right! Give up this one, and work harder on the next one"... This daze lasted for two hours, until nearly 2 AM, with the man's mind filled with Jiang Yucheng's words: "Hahaha, you are in your prime, just right! Give up this one, and work harder on the next one"...
While stretching his muscles during the day, Yu Guang inadvertently caught sight of the piece of paper he had carelessly placed on the table that morning... He stared at the paper for three seconds, and then made a decision that he would regret for a lifetime—he picked up the paper and chose the one on the right among the two Qs that were simultaneously open on his computer desktop, clicking to add a specified friend.
Jiang Yucheng: How many first editions are not sold? Anyway, as long as they can be sold, won't the additional prints reduce your royalty fees? Moreover, isn't the copyright for your current comic and game under negotiation? Those are seven-figure royalties. What does it matter to you about the first print run of a few hundred thousand yuan?
Wait a minute, is the Yuan Yue Society actually sending a temporary worker to brush me off?
The Vanished Mr. L : ... ...
The man changed his expression in an instant, his fierce and menacing face grabbing the big dog's ear: "A single bun can buy your loyalty, and you don't even know which way to turn! You, a dog that eats a basin of imported dog food in one meal! The amount I contribute to your food expenses in a month could buy a ton of buns!"
Zhu Chuan : `` ... ... ''
Jiang Yucheng: Oh, you don't want to stay at the bottom of the pyramid anymore, do you? You want to climb up, tsk tsk
The dog, sleeping soundly in its kennel, was startled and raised its dog face with sleepy eyes
The slender fingertips dance across the keyboard
The water army summoned by the monkey: Let me emphasize once again, even the author's pet dog is more enthusiastic than he is
It is none of her business whether my health is good or not
Jiang Yucheng: What happened? Was there an accident? Have you started an online romance with her?
With a thud
Jiang Yu Cheng: What? Your readers have finally discovered your true nature?
He evasively ignored the fact that he still had a secondary account. The man directly logged into his main account, glanced at the online list, and was pleased to find a guy named "Jiang Yu Cheng" still online—this guy was once a top-tier author in the pyramid, specializing in horror and suspense, and was a senior and friend of Zhou Chuan. However, the overall market for horror and suspense has not been doing well recently, and his main genre is relatively hard to sell, leading to a decline in popularity. Zhou Chuan used the shake feature to nudge him twice, and after the other party sent a question mark, he succinctly replied.
The other side fell silent for a few seconds
Jiang Yu Cheng: What should we do? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, just sign it!
Zhou Chuan: Why do you sound just like her, as if you conspired together? I'm not quarreling over those meager royalties from publishing; that amount isn't even enough for Er Gou's dog food— you know what I want.
Zhou Chuan: What will you do?!
A line of text appeared in the dialog box on the screen
Zhou Chuan: The paper cannot contain the fire. I fear that after she finds out, she will think of how I so ruthlessly told her to leave today, and my malice will grow. I will write an article titled "818 The Gentle and Jade-like Young Master Chuan Who Loved the Silkworm Empress in Those Years," and then it will rise to the top of the bestseller lists in major bookstores and online book platforms
Zhou Chuan: ... ... Speaking of serious matters, do you still remember when I told you that back in the day, I infiltrated the fan community of the game "X" to create a big news story for the materials collection? At that time, I pretended to be a nobody in that circle, providing illustrations with captions from an artist, and I also happened to pick up a rather foolish forum moderator.
Zhou Chuan: First of all, we did not have an online romance; it is a pure and beautiful relationship between a master and a pet. Secondly, she does not know that I am L-kun, but it is indeed true that she needs to sign the "Luohe Divine Book." Lastly, she saw the limited edition signed art collection of the Cocoon Lady at my doorstep, which we stayed up all night to grab together. I was worried that she might not be able to get it due to her clumsiness... Well, let's not talk about that; I really shouldn't have been soft-hearted and done a good deed, look at the retribution that has come. However, none of this is the main point; the main point is that I rudely told her to take her 45,000 copies and get lost.
It is her.
Zhou Chuan stood at the entrance, watching the pitiful little girl leave. Once her figure had completely disappeared, he finally withdrew his gaze and mockingly said to the large dog that was squatting with its rear end up against the door in the yard: "She has already left, what are you still looking at? Come inside."
The water army summoned by the monkey
At midnight, as Li was yawning and thinking about what breakfast to buy for the versatile Sakura in the literary world to please him the next day, the writer finally mustered the courage to plug in his computer.
The water army summoned by the monkey: My youthful heart is priceless
The monkey's summoned water army: Oh no! I have been rejected again!
[Jiang Yucheng: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah! ! ! ]
At the thirty-first second, the man's handsome yet cruel face twitched, suddenly losing all color. He abruptly moved the mouse towards the Q on the left side of the computer desktop, opened it, and took a glance—an identical avatar, an identical name, and the chat box had not yet been closed, as the messages from the other party were flashing with blue light.
... ...
Zhou Chuan: What kind of love is this? A little girl, I am not a pervert. Fate plays tricks on people; due to various coincidences, the little moderator has now become my editor. She just came to my house this morning, brought me two buns, told me that drinking coffee on an empty stomach is bad for my health, and even tried to get me to sign a publishing contract for 45,000 with a 9% royalty.
The monkey's summoned water army: QAQ Back at the office, I was crazily mocked by the effeminate guy next door, who asked me if I wanted to visit the thatched cottage three times... Do you think I should still go tomorrow? Should I bring him a bowl of what looks like a more upscale century egg and lean meat congee?
What audacity!
The mouse emits a crisp "click" sound when the "search" button is pressed
Zhou Chuan, having been excessively startled, instinctively pulled the computer's power supply
An overly vivid imagination caused the man's eyes to instantly blaze with flames of anger. He tossed the crumpled piece of paper onto the computer desk, turned around to tidy up the trash can, and went to wash his hands. After washing his hands, he returned to the computer desk, opened the document again, and, fueled by the energy brought on by his fiery anger, typed for a while.
The Water Army Invited by the Monkey: Why is it so difficult to deceive authors these days, huh? I have shown him the utmost sincerity I can muster in my lifetime, requesting him to sign a publishing contract! I even bought him steamed buns! This is the first time in my life that I have bought breakfast for a man! Not only did he not express his gratitude, but he also had the audacity to say that my buns are not worth the tens of thousands in royalties!
Is that a matter of a bun? That is my youthful heart!
After tossing and turning for a long time, entangled in thoughts until late at night, I finally, as if guided by some unseen force, took out my phone, entered a series of numbers according to the phone number displayed, and then began typing away.
The large dog reluctantly jumped down from the iron gate, while its owner turned and walked into the house. As he passed through the foyer, the man kicked a pile of crooked waste papers and books in a fit of anger, scattering various magazines all over the floor. When he passed by the coffee table in the living room, he casually swept a small piece of paper with someone's phone number and QQ into the trash can.
So loud
Zhou Chuan: Sign a fart, you go, you go
Clicking send, the text message is being sent, and upon hearing the "whoosh" sound indicating the message has been successfully sent, the man paused his shaking leg—realizing that it was already too late to turn back. He suddenly threw his phone with force, flipped over from the bed, and violently slammed his head into the pillow
Perhaps it was the captivating appearance of the old woman when Chuchuan, with her nose tip flushed and her perfectly curved chin raised, said, "You are not even worthy to wash my feet"
What Jiang and Cheng said is also correct
Zhou Chuan: Just the thought of me, in my prime, having to step on someone like you, who is past your prime, makes me very angry
Jiang and Cheng: The amount of printing done here really deserves to be kicked out, no doubt about it—anyway, she still doesn't know you are Mr. L, so why are you panicking?
After some thought, it seems that saying it this way is not cool enough
Zhu Chuan : `` ... ... ''
However, I indeed have many more books to compete for, and selling her a personal favor does not seem to be a big deal
Drive away Jiang and Cheng, that unreliable one, and Zhuochuan turned off the computer, feeling even more troubled.
The initial greeting was so timid that not a single fart could be let out, and they scurried away with their tails between their legs
Zhou Chuan sat stiffly in front of the computer, holding the mouse, and stared blankly for thirty seconds
Zhou Chuan: Oscar owes me a little golden statue
No, what he said is incorrect. Why should I? Just because she promoted me back then?
The writer twitched the corner of his lips, touched the elastic ears of Er Gou, and pressed his heart that ached from the pain.
There are no proper business cards, could it be that the young girl is a temporary worker sent by the Yuan Yue Society
Jiang Yucheng: Hahahahaha, you are in your prime, just right! Give up this one, and work hard on the next one to ride on my head, I am not leaving!
The style of Weibo and private conversations is different; could it be that this young girl is criticizing herself
Please bring your contract at 11:30 tomorrow
On this day, Chu Li discovered that around 3 PM, L-kun, who had sent her a long string of "... ...", mysteriously disappeared again
The focus is on that contract