I Am a Big Player

The siege of the Kyoto Newspaper Group’s gate became a big news in Kyoto on the same day. The most important reason is that everyone heard that it was because Kunlun was required to serialize every day, and immediately came interested: "Or let's go too. Protest?!"

　　 "This is not good..."

　　 "Don't you want to see Kunlun every day?"

　　 "Walk around, let's protest too!"

　　 When Zhou Wumeng returned to the headquarters of the Kyoto Newspaper Group in the evening, he looked at the crowd around the gate of the Kyoto Newspaper Group in three circles and took a breath in an instant. At this time, the police were all here, but it was useless to persuade them. They just asked the Kyoto Daily to serialize Kunlun every day, otherwise they would not leave!

　　 What's so special, it was completely beyond Zhou Wumeng's expectations. How could he think that everyone's enthusiasm for martial arts was far higher than he thought, but the martial arts before Kunlun were not good-looking!

He quietly entered through the door used to ship the goods. He threw the contract to the signing editor as soon as he arrived at the office, and then he pondered for half a minute and said, “Improve the price of Kunlun’s thousand-character manuscript fee. He fought over and gave the rest to me."

　　 "But his manuscript fee standard is already the highest... Bai Mo is not as high as his," the middle-aged editor was taken aback.

"There must be a precedent. Other people can let readers come and surround the Kyoto newspaper industry, and I will give them this kind of manuscript fee," Zhou Wumeng said, rubbing his temples: "Comrades, haven't you realized it yet? Kyoto Newspaper Group once again The opportunity to break the upper limit is here, let's wait and see."

At this moment, Ren He is enjoying a peaceful life without a task. Today’s codeword task has also been completed, and he can accompany Yang Xi to practice songs without burden. As a result, he received a call from Zhou Wumeng as soon as he arrived on the rooftop. This old man is not urging him again, the content to be serialized this Saturday has already been sent to him.

　　 As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Zhou Wumeng, who was on the other side, say: "Your payment for the last issue has been called to you, and it has raised your standards."

　　 Damn it, it’s not good!

　　 "Task: At 9:40 tomorrow morning, on the anti-theft window outside the classroom of the host class, complete 45 pull-ups within 1 minute. The deadline is one week."

　　 Nima, it turned out that the mission came too soon and there was no defense at all, and why was the mission so painful and the regulations so detailed? In the past, there was no such task. It even stipulated when to start the task.

　　 and designated a location, outside of my classroom! You must know that your classroom is on the third floor, and all of them are suspended.

　　 That is to say, I must first climb from downstairs to the third floor with bare hands before 9:40, and then start doing pull-ups on time at 9:40, and complete 45 in 1 minute. This is a combined task!

　　 Could it be that the Heaven Punishment System has begun to release more difficult tasks? !

　　 But the point is that 9:40 tomorrow morning will be the time of the second class in the morning. Ren He scratched his chin and thought, whose second class is coming tomorrow morning? It seems to be Chinese...

　　 "Hello?" On the phone, Zhou Wumeng suddenly realized that there was no voice on Ren He's side and thought it was a bad signal.

　　 "Ah, Mr. Zhou, you continue to say," Ren He recovered.

"Well, this morning, the Kyoto Newspaper Group was surrounded by your readers," Zhou Wumeng said calmly: "They asked to serialize Kunlun every day. My original idea was to split the weekly amount and update it every day, but the readers Not a fool, so..."

"I can't write..." Ren He immediately understood what Zhou Lao meant. If he was not writing a sacred book, it would be no problem to write Kunlun for 20,000 yuan a day, because it was all in his memory, just moved to the computer. But the problem is that the renewal of the divine book has to keep up, and the **** will ruin his life for three generations.

　　 But he couldn’t tell Lao Zhou that he was still writing a small white paper to make money. After saying that, Lao Zhou would immediately ask him to stop updating the book...

　　 "Ahem, Mr. Zhou, you also know that if you are too fast for creation, the quality will definitely decrease. I want to guarantee the quality!" Ren He said solemnly.

　　 "That's right," Zhou Lao was lost in thought...

"I also know that Mr. Zhou is more difficult for you. If you look at this, let's not directly agree to it. Change to serialization on 2, 4, and 6 every week, so that they will feel better, and my pressure will not be so great. No?" Ren He asked.

　　 At this time, Zhou Wumeng started to worry about quality instead: "Can you guarantee the quality like this? Don't mess up such a novel that can become a classic!"

　　 "Don't worry about it!" Kunlun's 950,000-word manuscript is in my mind, of course it won't be unfinished...

　　 "Okay, then you remember to submit the paper on time!" Zhou Wumeng hung up the phone.

　　 Ren He calculated that there is still one and a half months before he plans to help Yang Xi sing during the winter vacation. As long as he works overtime, he can write the whole Kunlun in this month and a half.

　　 After all, I might not have so much time for the winter vacation, but... I seem to have forgotten to tell Mr. Zhou not to post the manuscript fee so often...

　　 Yang Xi was listening when Zhou Wumeng and Ren He called. Seeing Ren He hung up, she suddenly asked: "You are writing a novel? Is it Kunlun?"

　　 Ren He did not deliberately avoid Yang Xi when he called just now. UU reads www.uukanshu.com so she can hear Zhou Wumeng's voice, but the intermittent sound is not too clear, only that the title of the book is Kunlun. However, Kunlun's influence has not spread too far at this time. After all, it is only the first serialization. Therefore, Yang Xi has never heard of Kunlun's novel, and does not know who the person on the phone is.

　　 "Well, a novel I wrote," Ren He said cheerfully.

　　 "Can you show me?" Yang Xi asked, tilting his head.

　　 "I haven't finished writing yet, I will give you a set after I finish writing," Ren He vaguely passed over.

　　 Yang Xi didn't know why Ren He gave up his musical talent to write novels. Maybe this is the pursuit Ren He said? Maybe there are people like this in your life, who are constantly challenging new areas of life, challenging things you can't do, don't miss your past achievements, and always let yourself go on the road, whether it's soul or body.

　　 This kind of person is like an inspiring lamp in life, thinking of them will lift one's spirits, throw away all negative energy and worries, and start anew.

　　 At this moment, in Yang Xi’s eyes, Ren He is probably such a person. I don’t know when she knows that Ren He writes books to make money. I don’t know what she would think...

　　 After Ren He left in the evening, Yang Xi returned to the rooftop and played and sang the songs that Ren He gave him over and over again. Every capital liked it very much. Each capital was his own song, and each capital was given by him.

　　 This feeling was the first time she tried, and Yang Xi learned to miss when she was 15 years old.

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　　Thank you Fenglin Yuqi, Master Tianjian, Fu Yaoqi, Book Friends 130405, Baili Jingyun, Sir Feng Shao, Ye Lingfeng, Mi Yuli for their rewards.