The Magic City

Outside the suburbs of Dongpu New District, there is a small farmhouse with a separate courtyard. The lights are on in the house. Wang Dali is typing on the keyboard in front of the computer.

WeChat and QQ are still flashing. Wang Dali is chatting with his editor at this moment.

"Brother Qi Ling! How do you think the creativity of my new book is like? The master goes down the mountain and pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. There are also the most popular elements of the son-in-law. I have already thought about the three golden chapters. The pig's feet took the green train to the East China Sea. Now the harmonious beast is powerful, so I can only change the demons to the East China Sea. Then the pig's feet are looked down upon by the woman and are disliked in all kinds of ways. The woman has to pay one million to terminate the engagement. Then the pig's feet can be slapped in the face. With the elements of medical skills, physiognomy and other elements, if you have good grades in the later stage, you can directly transfer to the immortal cultivation. Do you think it is OK?"

After this, I continued to send another series of words: Chapter 1: The Golden Finger Master appeared down the mountain, Chapter 2: The woman looked down on the outbreak of conflicts; Chapter 3: The pig's feet slapped in the face, and it was pleasant to go back. Then it was better off. After all, I was also from our Qidian out-of-text training class. I am not afraid of not being able to keep people. I am confident. At the end of each chapter, there are probably 100 chapters that say that I am scolded me for being out of context!

Wang Dali is worthy of being a writer who specializes in keyboard codec. This passage is typing on the keyboard and sending it out with hundreds of words.

"Not very good!"

Soon, a person with the name Qi Ling replied to the message.

Qi Ling is the editor of Wang Dali for two or three years. As an online writer, Wang Dali has fallen in love with online novels since high school and has also started to create online novels since high school. In fact, this is not early. There are some people who are earlier than Wang Dali on the entire website, such as Milk Riding!

But the key is that human milk is talented. I have written a book that is very popular for many years. After several years of leisure, I wrote another book of hot books, which can be called the originator of cultivating and chatting.

Wang Dali is not good. He has no talent, and he is also a fun thing in high school. He barely entered a junior college in the Magic City in college. In his freshman year, Qi Ling became his editor. Under the guidance of Qi Ling, he wrote a book called "The Best Medical Saint" and was barely good. It was considered a bit of a meal.

But with the completion of "The Best Medical Saint" and Wang Dali graduated from university, in the past two years, Wang Dali has been writing one book to another, one book worse than another.

The previous book was completed without even being put on the shelves. So, Wang Dali moved from a high-end single apartment in the center of the Mocheng City to a farmyard in the suburbs of the Mocheng City. So, in the middle of the night, he was still talking about the editor Qi Ling talking about the new book.

"Brother Qi, isn't it? Such a good idea, isn't that okay?"

A moment later, Qi Ling replied: "It's completely different from before. Xiaobai's brainless style is simply unsatisfactory. For those readers on our website, no one is not a God of Reading. Don't talk about your tricks. Just write the plot of going down the mountain at the beginning. I promise that we readers will guess your follow-up. Believe it or not? You will be scolded to death. Besides, you can find a green train for me now. If you masters go down the mountain, you can't take the high-speed train."

"Also, you can't do it right. The master went down the mountain and we'll book a special plane. When the woman went, she welcomed her warmly. The protagonist couldn't even pretend, but she wanted to show off. But she just couldn't pretend, but she didn't feel good?"

Wang Dali was stunned and said for a long time: Isn’t that abusing the Lord?

"but!"

Qi Ling ignored Wang Dali's words at all. After scolding, he was relieved first, and then changed the subject and said, "Dali, you are still very powerful. The theme of going down the mountain is not impossible. Try to go through the relaxed and humorous lifestyle. Your strength is here, I'm optimistic about you. Come on and improve it. You are a professional in writing books. Create a popular book and become a god! The great god will make an appointment! You can also travel abroad every year! The young ladies who are female at the annual meeting are waiting for you."

This made Wang Dali feel itchy. Damn, the poisonous chicken soup is here. Wang Dali didn’t accept anyone in the entire editorial department, so he just took Qi Ling’s chicken soup. The previous books also said the same. But you won’t recommend it to me in less than two weeks. What do you say!

But! He was whispering in his heart. Wang Dali still typed immediately: "Okay, brother, I'll think about it again!"

As soon as he finished typing, the phone next to the desk suddenly rang. Huawei mate20x a year ago was not particularly awesome. He wanted to change mate30. But he didn't have money. Fortunately, the phone was only one year long, and it was better because it was the screen that was large and it was comfortable to read. Wang Dali had no other requirements. He liked big ones!

In the middle of the screen, the four words "Mother Queen" are vividly and eye-catching.

This made Wang Dali tremble for a moment. Wang Dali immediately sat upright on his mother's phone, and put down the smelly feet that were originally placed on the chair. He sat upright and then picked up the phone and answered: "Mom!"

"Wang Dali!" With a shout, my mother Zhang Cuiyu's voice came over. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, they seemed to have a hint of murderous aura.

"I just knew you were staying up late. Tell me about you. Isn't it just writing books? Can't I write when I go home? I have to stay in the Demon City. It's hard to support myself with just the little income. When I go home to write books, eat at home, and live at home, I can save a little bit."

"Mom! My dear mom, stop. You said you came over the phone. You called me back to the inspiration that had finally emerged. Once this idea was broken, it would be difficult to continue." Wang Dali couldn't help but move the phone away more than ten centimeters and immediately turned around and complained.

This is my mother's experience of fighting wits and courage for two years. You must not follow it at this time. He knows the character of my mother Zhang Cuiyu too well. She just walks along, and the endless kind of thing is over.

Sure enough, Zhang Cuiyu immediately became silent. She was silent for about a few seconds. She said again: "Stop using these messy things to make excuses me. If you ask me to tell me that you don't have literary cells. What book do you write? When I was studying in elementary school, I wrote it and you copied it again. Isn't it clear how much do you have?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Cuiyu changed the subject and said, "You said you are twenty-three years old and have graduated for a year. Others have brought their girlfriends back to discuss marriage. Just Zhang Cuiyu's seed is not bad. She is 1.75 meters tall and handsome, and she is not a good boy. If you don't say everyone loves you, at least you can find me a daughter-in-law."

Wang Dali had indeed such an expression, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Girlfriend? What girlfriend? Isn’t the club good? With a book called "There is a hot topic" by Wang Dali, we have also seen the world. As many pastors say now, I can make money, manage the house, move bricks, and what do men want? Wang Dali has the same mentality. I can make money, manage the house, carry bricks, and what do women want?

To put it bluntly, this is a patient with advanced straight male cancer.

"Cough!" Wang Dali coughed lightly and said, "Mom, you don't understand this. Now is the rising period of your career. When I become a god, I will become a god. I have tens of millions or hundreds of millions every year. Are you still afraid of not having a daughter-in-law? By that time, I will settle in Africa and marry you five wives."

"Two or three is enough. You can't stand five." Zhang Cuiyu responded without thinking. Then, she seemed to figure it out. She immediately scolded: "Baby, why are you bragging? There are five more. You should find one for me. I won't say much nonsense. I made an appointment with you for a blind date. It was introduced by your sister-in-law. The girl is a very outstanding academic master. At 2 o'clock the day after tomorrow, I will send you the address!"

"Okay, okay. I understand. I have something to do, so I'll hang up first!" When Wang Dali heard about the blind date, he felt bad. He hung up the phone neatly.

The phone was thrown directly to the table in front. What Wang Dali didn't expect was that the water cup on the table fell directly under the collision.

"Damn!"

Wang Dali said damn it. He pounced on him and just held the cup, he immediately trembled. He saw clearly. A large cup was poured on the row of inserts. A statue of Wenquxing on the table also hit Wang Dali's head.
Chapter completed!