"What?"

Qi Ling immediately sent an amazing question? This time Wang Dali really opened his eyes. He has never seen Wang Dali for so many years. Other authors are eager to recommend more, the better, and the stronger the better. He is better, but he doesn't want it.

Do you think this book is not good, so I'm embarrassed?

Thinking of this, Qi Ling decided to comfort her: "Da Li, don't have any psychological burden. Although the book is like this, there is still no problem with the process you should go. It's okay to just empty your mind. When you find all the poison points, the next book will naturally be even more poisonous!"

"Uh, just kidding. I still believe in your strength."

Wang Dali's face was a little confused, as if he was constipated. It was indeed poisonous. I could drink this chicken soup.

"Thank you, Brother Qi Ling. I've been typing."

If it were in the past, Wang Dali would not have hoped that the editor would take the initiative to find him. Then he could take the opportunity to talk about the subsequent plot and the rhythm. But now, he just wants to be quiet.

"Go!"

Wang Dali immediately thought to himself: "System, what does deprivation mean?"

When asked this, Wang Dali was filled with uneasiness and uneasiness. He just thought of a question: How to deprive him of his qualifications? Could it be that he would just let himself die in a brain or suddenly die.

"The host is very smart. Congratulations to the host, you guessed it right. System deprivation means the host's death! So, please do not violate any violations in the future! The first principle is that the existence of the system is never allowed to be exposed!"

"I'll take it! You're so awesome!" Wang Dali roared, but fortunately he was alone in the courtyard, otherwise he would be regarded as a lunatic.

After being angry, Wang Dali began to worry about the recommendation. At present, the 60,000-word ten-digit collection is a bad result. As an old miss, there are still several readers. There are still hundreds of people in the reader group.

What is certain is that all these people should know about publishing new books by themselves. But if they don’t collect them, it means they are poisoned.

Poison? Poison point?

When Wang Dali thought of this, he immediately thought to himself: "System, how many poison points do I have at present? Will I notify every time a poison point is generated?"

System: "The host currently accumulates 12,312 poison points. There are a total of 3,271 people reading this book. Does the host have to remind the host every time it generates a poison point?"

"No need!" Wang Dali quickly figured it out. Putting aside the fact that deprivation of qualification will lead to death, this system is still very humane. If you notify each time the poison spot is generated, you will at least be neurasthenia. Maybe you will also experience symptoms such as insomnia, depression, and mental illness. Readers who read books do not matter whether they are sleeping or others are reading it. If this is a poison spot, remind you that it will kill people.

More than 10,000? Wang Dali was a little excited. If it were exchanged for money, it would be more than 1 million. Only 60,000 words would make more than 1 million? This... the peak of life is coming soon.

In addition, there are more than 3,000 people. This is normal. This is similar to my previous collection. This is all accumulated by previous readers. This shows that it is still successful at present. Next, I will look at the results after the recommendation.

...

On Sunday, 2:30 pm, this is the time to change the recommendation of the website.

Wang Dali didn't pay special attention. He is now typing except for eating, sleeping, smoking, and peeing. He is typing for other times. Don't consider the plot. Don't think about the pleasure. How to do poison and how to procrastinate. It's very comfortable to write. From Friday to now, except for the 20,000 words updated, Wang Dali has another 20,000 words of manuscript. If he continues at this speed, he can basically complete the book by himself in one month at most.

Moreover, the plot was also very satisfying to Wang Dali. Continuing the previous idea, these 20,000 words can be summarized into one sentence, with clues and uncertainty, the protagonist Xu Feng is still as cowardly as ever, and the heroine Bai Jie is still as strong as ever. And she is popular and spicy outside. However, there is no conclusive evidence. The bitch Wang Dali is also constantly describing the midlife crisis, it is not easy for adults to do so, etc.

More importantly, the number of words in this water is really great. If this is a normal online article, just like this, let alone writing a book, it will be written more than two chapters. But this bitch Wang Dali is just a different kind of water. Anyone who is familiar with online literature can see it. If you unify the environment here, you will find that you only talk about one thing - a man finds that his wife is suspected of stealing someone, and then follow up and investigate.

...

"Hold on for another month! After a month, the book is a popular and spicy one. It is the beginning of my glorious book."

At noon on Monday, Wang Dali got up slowly, washed up and soaked a bucket of unified old sauerkraut. By the way, he also added a instant noodles companion to himself in a very luxurious manner.

These people are about to earn tens of millions a month. What is a ham? It is considered simple and unpretentious without seafood.

As the computer is turned on, the first thing is to open the author's backend. In addition to the old books before, the top one is "My Wife is a Strong Woman" with 82,732 words in total and 15 collections.

This collection made Wang Dali happy. The recommendation was posted at 2:30 p.m. yesterday. 22 hours have passed. According to the previous rhythm, 7:00 to 9:00 last night was the peak period of collection. This means that he only had five collections on the first day.

When I opened the backstage of the book review area, even if I had expected it, Wang Dali, who was already prepared in his heart, was frightened by the comment area.

There are 200 more comments than before the recommendation.

A book friend named Shi Run wrote: "I can write books now if I can persuade you to leave at the beginning?"

"Very poisonous! Flash."

There are many comments like this, with about a hundred comments. There are even more intense ones.

Book friend Yiyang Yiyang of Yidian: "Is the author's wife green? How psychologically perverted? A man tolerate this level. I am convinced. Author, are you still human? Sorry, please forgive me for swearing, author, are you a man?"

The Holy Immortal of the World: "Writing books at this level? My golden retriever is better than the author. After reading three chapters, I was sure I was the most awesome. Who can have the ability to resist poison like me?"

Liu Wenyan: Dragon Chair!

These are life attacks. In fact, this is all done. There are also some who directly scold and greet the ancestors all want to greet them for the eighteen generations.

He glanced over and first banned the ones who were extremely cruel and banned. The ones who were permanently banned. Then, Wang Dali posted a book review: "If you don't read it, get out! Those who attack your family again! Permanent ban! Screaming me means scolding your father!"

This chapter also has a joyful atmosphere, with all kinds of complaints and abuses. Wang Dali, in accordance with the book review model, arranged this sentence in every chapter exactly the same way.

After making this, I felt like drinking a bottle of 1982-year-old ice Sprite. My whole body was relieved. Reader, this was always something I had to offer. When did you dare to offend this?

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Dali looked at the backstage again, which was very good. 14 collections. One less than noon. This is very good, and the situation is very good.

Qi Ling also sent a message at this moment: "You can cut it!"

Cut it? How is that possible? Wang Dali raised his eyebrows and said, "No, I'm not that kind of person, I want to finish it!"

"..., what are you doing!"

Then, there was nothing. Qi Ling was obviously angry with Wang Dali. You are not that kind of person, the eunuch in the previous book is a dog.

Wang Dali didn't care about these things at this moment, but opened the link to the page. In the past, he wanted to read new books dozens or hundreds of times a day and look at the things accumulated on the wall of honor. But now, he doesn't care anymore.
Chapter completed!