Before Wang Zixu's body could no longer hold on any longer, his month of chaos finally came to an end.

This month, he focused on his shortcomings, made up for his weaknesses, and used the attitude of a challenger to achieve literary acceleration.

One month, 60 scripts, a total of 150,000 words.

While looking at the neatly arranged documents in his computer folder, Wang Zixu felt a sense of pride welling up, as if he had used Qin Shihuang to hammer down all the wonders of ancient times in Civilization VI.

150,000 words are equivalent to the number of words in a qualified novel. These scripts interpret love from various angles of life, including the way of libido. They are the crystallization of imagination and beauty.

And even if it is his own works, he will be moved again when he re-examines them. He feels that these works are not inferior to those books that have exploded in China in recent years. He is confident that if these scripts are collected into a book, they will be published.

Chance.

Unfortunately, scripts are just scripts, a tool for speech therapy, a commodity rather than a work of art. In the literary world, they are brilliant elegant music, national style and risqué; in the literary world, they are obscene words and songs,

There is no country and harmony, only coquettishness remains.

He thought with regret that the libido stimulated by these scripts would fade away, the speech therapists who read these scripts would grow old, and these texts would be buried in his computer disks, and in the two hundred years of electronic movement

, died together with all other digital information, and was lost in history.

And all this inspiration, talent and imagination finally condensed into only his 20,000 yuan royalties.

But he has no regrets.

He inquired about the publishing industry, and it was pretty good for an unknown newcomer to publish a book and get a few thousand yuan in royalties and earn some hard-earned money. Authors at his age who had not published any works could only publish at their own expense.

.

From the perspective of a publishing house, being able to publish a physical book is already a matter of honor, but you still want money? For a few thousand dollars, you can just treat it as a friend. This is already good.

If you publish a book for the first time and the results are unexpectedly popular, the royalties distributed to you will not increase, but you can be given a slightly more generous share ratio for the next book. But most people will not be interested in it after the first book.

It ended in vain. Because the public's attention is limited and less is allocated to literature, such explosive miracles only happen once or twice a year, and more than five cartloads of books are published in a year.

Wang Zixu divined a hexagram for himself and got the Qian hexagram. Do not use the Hidden Dragon, as the Yang is still below. He wanted to continue like this, but he could only continue to lie dormant, waiting for his opportunity.

…

On the day when wages were paid, Zuo Ziliang made a false appointment with Wang Zi at the coffee shop where they had met before, saying that they wanted to give him the money in person.

"Every time I meet you, it's like having an affair." In the coffee shop, Zuo Ziliang took a sip from his water glass, and the ring on his finger flashed.

"..."

Wang Zixu was very dissatisfied with his rhetoric. If it was an affair, he would rather be with a well-educated and well-educated rich lady than a bald man whose business is selling libido.

Zuo Ziliang took out an envelope from his arms and slapped it on the table. It was a thick pile, still with body temperature. Wang Zixu picked it up like a thief, opened the seal, and glanced inside. It was all money.

Crush it with your fingers, and a rising melody will sound out.

After putting the money into his pocket, Wang Zixu said: "Do you know?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "Huh?"

"I have conceived of many ways to collect royalties before," Wang Zixu said. "But I have never conceived of this one."

Zuo Ziliang said: "I'm calling you out this time. Actually, I still have something to tell you. I thought about it for a long time and thought it would be better to ask you to give a lecture to our speech therapists. They have many misunderstandings of your script.

.In addition, you can listen to the ideas of front-line speech therapists, which will also be beneficial to you in writing scripts in the future."

Zuo Ziliang spoke very solemnly, as if he was afraid that Wang Zixu would not agree. But Wang Zixu didn't think it was a big deal in his heart, and he didn't mind sharing his understanding of creation with others.

He said: "I'm just worried that I don't have enough time. Writing two scripts every day is quite energy-consuming."

Zuo Ziliang said: "That's easy to say, your last lesson can be worth two scripts, and I will pay you 800 yuan in teaching fees every time."

As soon as he heard that he had money, Wang Zixu became interested and said, "That's okay, you can try it."

Zuo Ziliang smiled and said, "You don't seem to have joined the group, right? I'll recommend it to you and add it."

"What group?"

"It's a chat group, you can talk about it in the group later."

Wang Zixu has always had inexplicable resistance to "groups".

The word "group" always reminds Wang Zixu of cows and horses. He also understands that this is his own problem, not the problem of the person who named it, because if he was more educated, he would associate this word with mathematics.

Together.

There is also a work group in Wang Zixu's unit. The leader asked everyone to join the group, saying it would be more convenient for arranging work. Wang Zixu also joined, and he became a member of the group.

Every time the leader speaks in the group, no matter what he says, the group will instantly burst into laughter. They will either say "received" or "applause", and there will be a row of people in the chat box, which is much worse than during a live meeting.

The atmosphere is still warm.

The most terrible thing is that the leader also likes to write poems. He always posts his half-literate Laogan style poems to the group, and gets unanimous praise from his colleagues every time.

Wang Zixu is serious about literature and sincere to himself, so he cannot praise his leader's poems in any way.

Unfortunately, the boss knew that he liked literature, so he would ask his opinion by name every time. Whenever this happened, Wang Zixu would say something against his will.

But even if it was considered a betrayal of his aesthetics to him, his scene words seemed a bit harsh compared to the praise from his colleagues, so he had a vague feeling that his boss was quite dissatisfied with him.

Because of his experience in large groups, he had a negative impression of group chats. Later, when other colleagues invited him to join small groups, he always chose to refuse. Over time, he isolated himself.

Wang Zixu’s entire understanding of group chats ended here. So after joining the group chat recommended to him by the bald man, he was taken aback by the lively atmosphere.

"Welcome boss, group status -1."

"New couple's hot photos!"

"Welcome, welcome! If you join the group, you will become a family!"

The prince was stunned. He had no idea what they were talking about.

He clicked on the avatars of these people one by one, checked their nicknames and signatures, and confirmed that he did not know them. In this way, he could only interpret this welcome ceremony as natural hospitality.

So he wrote a thank-you speech of about 200 words using as gentle and gentle words as possible. After he finished writing, he looked at the content of the group chat and found that no one was talking about him who had just joined the group.

Zuo Ziliang sat opposite and said: "Have you joined the group? Have you joined? Why do you use your real name online? You are so brave."

Wang Zixu said: "My account is a work account. I only add people I know in real life. For convenience, I used my real name."

Zuo Ziliang said: "Although your name is not too vulgar, I suggest you change it to another one."

Wang Zixu asked: "What kind of Internet name is better?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "No one cares, just pick something easy to remember. I don't like notes. If you really don't know how to start, just look at other people in the group."

Wang Zixu scrolled up the chat history and looked at the nicknames of other group members——

chicken.

Oleander.

Pork wholesale Xiaohan.

Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan.
Chapter completed!