The Boss Behind The Game

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It was a beautiful morning again. After getting up and washing as usual, I came to the computer desk.

After starting the computer, he skillfully lit a candle in the southeast corner of the computer desk, and then opened the writer assistant software.

In the creation of online novels, luck first, and creativity second, this is his first step before the code word every day. First ignite the luck, so that when the code word can be boundless, the inspiration is endless.

After doing all this, he did not directly start the codeword, but opened the QQ software.

Suddenly a continuous “didi” sounded.

A glance at the information list reveals a trace of helplessness across the face.

There is no contact with female readers, and it is a group of unscrupulous readers at @ 他, what a meaning.

After thinking about it, he opened the author group to see what the big brothers are talking about, and learn some experience by the way.

azure clothes drunk:

If there are such A and B2 websites, A bids a share of about 1000 words and 100, and there is still the opportunity to travel abroad each year, and the author is given 5 insurances and one gold.

B website is a reading department, there is no guarantee, only the signing fee is 5 5 cents, but if you are promised a platinum contract within one year.

So I would like to ask … Do these two websites have anything to do with your fart? Are you still not going to code?

Yun Dongliu: I hid private house money again today, my wife doesn’t know, elated!

Qi Peijia: Take a day off today, goo one day, because I am going to attend the reading annual meeting!

Wu Ma Xing: This year I am Twelve Heavenly Kings, I swell the hips for a while (Pride hips.jpg)

Zhuge Wanjun: Are you playing demonic beast together, put the code word aside, the game will make you happy!

……

After looking at the chats of the big guys, I felt humble and weak, and then typed the words “big guys 666” skillfully, and then closed the group chat.

Once again, I opened the writer assistant and clicked on the outline list of “I’m a behind-the-scenes gangster”, and then tried to start coding.

But after typing in the first line, he was proficient in opening station B to watch the video, and then opening steam to play the game, followed by reading novels, and the last person stood quietly at the window watching the night fall.

As for codewords? Isn’t it a line of code?

He is such a self-disciplinary author, when he says code words, he always says, never act …

So today is another day on the street.

In the author group, he also has a low status, and he can only look at the envy of the big brothers, and he is humble and true.

Of course, sometimes the big guys in the group pretend to encounter areas where he is better at, then that’s when he played.

For example, whose new book is more popular, he deserves to jump out and say:

“Who are you?”

And use tearful screenshot data to tell the big brothers in the group, you are all younger brothers, I am the most thumping on the street.

……

After looking at the time, it was getting closer to early morning.

I know that I should enter the status code. After all, there are still many lovely readers waiting for updates. As a good author, I ca n’t live up to their expectations.

So he deleted the line he typed in the morning and changed it to [take a day off, organize the outline].

After just a few hundred words, the day’s task was completed again, and he sat down on the seat with a heavy burden, feeling that the hard day had passed.

Next he turned on his phone and started looking at the book.

Dream Time: Even the most basic updates can’t be maintained, the author I misread you (angry.jpg)

Orange Heart Leaf: Hiccup ~ delicious ~

Fox 9 Jun: Daily punch card!

……

After a glance, there was a trace of shame on the slashed face.

Am I still having readers? How can I be sorry for them.

No, I have to delete the leave note and start coding!

With a serious look, he opened the author’s assistant again, and opened the book “I am the big man behind the scenes”, but after looking at the poor daily follow-up, his face still showed a trace of helplessness.

When can I be a platinum reader … I ca n’t see the end of the street!

At this moment he suddenly thought of a post that he had accidentally seen online. The post describes in detail a very metaphysical altar, which is said to be able to satisfy any wish of people.

If all this is true, then becoming a god is just around the corner.

The altar described in the post, according to the landlord, was recorded in a broken ancient book dug from an ancient tomb, so it was so feasible.

In this regard, one cut across a punctuation mark do not believe it.

What a joke … I never believe in such things as metaphysics!

But after looking at the candle in the southeast corner, he cut the webpage skillfully and then opened the webpage, opened the posts that were collected at that time, and carefully checked them …

Since strength is not enough, try metaphysics once.

After carefully reviewing the post 3 times, I found that the way to build the altar seems not difficult, and many materials can be found in reality.

Thinking of this, he once again looked at the candle that was about to go out in the southeast corner, and then opened the 10000 shopping website and placed a series of orders.

……

Soon a year passed quickly.

During this period, the sword was still on the street. As for the purchase of materials to build the altar, he had long forgotten that matter. After the altar was built, he waited for a week with great anticipation, and then he lost interest, knowing that those metaphysical things were not reliable.

Rather than believing that the god behind the altar can make him a platinum writer, it is better to write a few more words. Although the hope is slim, at least there may be so lost.

That day, he was slashing the code, and at this moment he suddenly felt his back cold, and then his right shoulder sank, and a voice murmured in his right ear:

“Young man, what is your wish?”

Frightened, he immediately jumped from the seat and turned his head to look to the right. He suddenly found a very cute little white dog lying on his right shoulder, looking at him with a serious face.

“Young man, what is your wish?” Gouzi continued in a low tone.

“You … who are you?” He asked quickly.

“I am the god behind the altar. Now say your wish!” Gouzi continued to look serious.

After a while, I thought for a while that I remembered that I did build an altar a year ago and made a wish.

But didn’t expect’s original attempt actually came true, at this moment his view of the world was taken a hit.

It turns out that the altar is real, there is really a god … emmm, the only thing I can’t figure out is why the god is a little white dog!

“Can you really satisfy my wish?” He asked with a suspicious tone.

“I am omnipotent, tell me your wishes, as long as the equivalent can satisfy you!” The dog’s raised head looked a little proud.

“I want to write a super-selling novel and become a platinum author of reading!” The cut expression gradually rejoiced.

“It’s no problem, we’ll weigh it next!”

As the voice of Gouzi fell, a demon head appeared on his forehead, and then turned into a scale.

One end is connected with the street writer, and the other end is put on the wish to digitize the information.

Libra swayed and slowly fell across the board.

Although tilted, it has reached a state of micro balance.

Seeing this, Gouzi is satisfied with the nodded:

“Very good, your wish can be fulfilled, and then talk to me in detail about your wish content!” Gouzi opened the mouth and said with a sullen face.

“That … you are a god, it should be very simple for you, as long as it helps me write a super-selling novel, so that I can become a reading platinum writer!” Know the cost of making a wish.

“Writing?” Gouzi stunned.

“Wait, you and me will elaborate again!” Gou Zi felt uncomfortable.

After hearing all about it, I began to elaborate on it in detail, publishing the writing and the work, and then collecting the reader’s monthly tickets, subscribing to the quality of the book and so on. One after another explained …

After listening for a while, the dog’s expression shrugged down.

He felt like he had taken the wrong order.

Gouzi learned from the forum communication that several players who have received their wishes have either completed revenge or slaughter, and the process is easy and enjoyable. And what kind of sand sculpture task did he take.

writing? I won’t!

But the first time he came out to do business, Gouzi did not intend to give up, so he began to listen to the analysis of writing content, and then nodded said that he was listening.

A moment later, I opened my mouth and said looking forward:

“God, I said everything I should say, can you do it!”

“No problem, you let go, let me write a copy for you!” Gou Zi said with a strong face.

……

A month later, the same room.

Gouzi lay on the computer desk with his face dignified, his claws turned into phantoms, and he struck the keyboard frantically.

In writing innate talent, Gouzi has made rapid progress.

From just a few hundred words a day, to now 100 words a day.

The only constant is that the subscription is still 0, the monthly ticket is still 0, there are occasionally so few recommended tickets, or the reader gave him pity. Now he has nothing to gain except for the attendance award.

The dog’s mentality exploded completely during this time.

How could there be such a wish, why did I promise to sign a contract with him, he is the devil!

With grief and indignation, today’s 20010000 words are done. Gouzi looks forward to open the book to read the data, trying to find a reader who may be reading it.

However, after waiting for 3 hours, there are still no subscription readers today.

At this moment Gouzi’s mentality exploded completely, holding up the keyboard “peng ~ peng ~ peng ~” to smash.

Seeing a knife hiding not far away, shiver coldly.

From the initial admiration to the present fear, I felt that I should not have made a wish at first.

This crazy dog ​​has smashed his eight keyboards in a month. There were still some loyal readers under the original “One Slash” pen name, but since the dog’s pen, it completely broke.

Up to now, there is nothing more than 10 novels under the pen name.

Even the editor advised him to switch to move bricks. Do n’t write novels anymore. There is a hand speed of 2,000,000 words every day. It ’s not good to do anything. Why do you come here to eat this meal?

His heart was filled with grief and anger, but he dared not speak or ask.

I’m afraid it will be torn apart by this crazy dog!

I’m so hard …

“Knife, hurry and buy a new keyboard, and it will surely become a god tomorrow!” Then the cry of Gouzi came.

Hearing these words, the knife next door could not help but secretly wipe the tears.

What a shit god is a devil!

(One cut: the plot of the small theater, do n’t substitute it into reality. I am different from the one in this chapter. I go to work every day, code at night, diligent and diligent QVQ, and especially love readers, and do n’t know any dogs!