"Code words? Code what words?! Let me tell you, writing novels does not make money, it is only a dead end. I, Fenglei Zuojiu, will never write another novel in my life!"

Gong Hui's roar echoed on the wine table.

"This is your contract."

Liang Lan handed the contract to Gong Hui.

"Forehead……"

Gong Hui quickly scanned the contract, then read it carefully three times, and raised his head in disbelief: "Is this true?"

"Really!" The authors nodded seriously.

"Made!"

Gong Hui quickly ran back to the room he came out of just now!

Crackling!

"Master, what do you think of what I wrote?"

With a flattering smile and sweating profusely, Gong Hui took the newly written manuscript and showed it to Lu Xiaobu.

"Huh?" Lu Xiaobu looked at Gong Hui with a wicked smile and pretended to say, "What did someone say just now?"

The 1.5-meter old man coughed twice: "Tell you..."

Loves to eat hot dry noodles and suppresses laughter: "Writing novels doesn't make money..."

Carrot resisted: "There is only one way to die..."

The grumpy Pipi Xia: "I, Fenglei Zuojiu, will never write another novel in my life!"

Then……

Everyone said in unison: "Master, what do you think of what I wrote?"

After saying that, the whole hall burst into laughter!

"Pfft! Hahaha! Feng Lei! I slap others in the face every day in novels. How does it feel to be slapped in the face for a second?"

"It made me laugh so hard! Fenglei, no wonder your novels are so funny. You are just such a funny person!"

"This will become a legend!"

"..."

Gong Hui's whole face turned red, hot, hot!

Now he can't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl in!

Mom sells batches!

These bastards!

Just know how to laugh at him!

This slap in the face!

Although it is embarrassing, it is more exciting.

He did it, and he was able to make money from novels, support himself, and even support his family!

He finally has a golden finger like the pig's feet in the novel!

And this golden finger is Master Xiaobu!

Now he really wants to call those who look down on him and those who laugh at him!

Tell them, he did it!

…

In the next few days, the editors Lu Xiaobu had hired were gradually put in place.

Really done, one author and one editor.

Under the diligent and responsible guidance of the editor, the authors' literary talent has become more and more exquisite, and there are more and more foreshadowings and unexpected plots.

Even now, even Lu Xiaobu often can't guess how their next plot will develop, which makes Lu Xiaobu even more satisfied.

And these authors spared no effort in writing crazy words to present Lu Xiaobu with the most beautiful novel.

Because Lu Xiaobu did not prohibit them from continuing to publish novels on the website.

Therefore, their novels will be published online after Lu Xiaobu reads them.

But now, they don't care about the scoldings on the Internet at all.

Just scold me.

It’s not written for you to read, it’s just incidental to it.

They are no longer the same as before, and they are reluctant to delete comments that criticize him.

Any comments you find objectionable will be deleted and permanently banned!

It is worth mentioning that Fenglei's incident of cooking wine and slapping himself in the face has become the favorite thing of these authors to ridicule.

They talk about it almost every day.

Then, amidst Feng Lei Zhuojiu’s furious curses, he laughed and went back to code!

certainly!

The happiest person is Lu Xiaobu. Twelve authors wrote novels specifically for him.

One person can write 20,000 words a day, which equals 240,000 words and 120 chapters in one day.

This made him completely immersed in the ocean of cool writing. His daily task was to lie on Liang Lan's lap pillow, smell Liang Lan's performance, and happily read novels.

The sound of his hearty laughter could be heard constantly in the Lu family villa.

And heard Lu Xiaobu's laughter.

The Lu family and his son were also very happy. They had not seen Lu Xiaobu so happy for a long time.

And what none of them noticed was...

These twelve books were originally criticized but no one paid attention to them...

Today, there are 20,000 updates per day, and the quality of novels is off the charts...

There are fewer and fewer curses in the comments...

The appreciation is growing...

There are more and more rewards...

The ranking within the website is getting higher and higher...

…

"Xiaobu, stop looking, it's time to go to school today. Things between the Zhang family and the Fu family have settled down, and there's nothing to worry about. I didn't expect that the Zhang family could actually bring down the Fu family. They are so secretive!" Lu

Wenhuo interrupted Lu Xiaobu who was laughing loudly and said.

"Go to school? What school? No."

Lu Xiaobu stared at the novel on his phone, waved his hand and said.

In fact, he knew very well the affairs of the Zhang family and the Fu family. Zhang Meng would come back every day to report the latest situation.

It has to be said that although the Fu family is pure black, the Zhang family is gray.

But Zhang Benhu, as a senior Yinbi, is much more calculating than that surnamed Fu.

After several strategies, the one who had his son killed and the furious Fu were beaten to a pulp.

Of course, Lu Xiaobu also contributed to this by sending Zhang Meng to give Zhang Benhu a fairy bean.

All in all, in the underground world of Shimen, the surname is no longer Fu, but Zhang!

But in the final analysis, it is Lu!

Well, Lu Xiaobu’s Lu!

"Lu! Xiao! Bu! If you have the ability, say it again. Do you still recognize me as your second brother?!"

Something was wrong in Lu Wenhuo's eyes.

As a top student, the most intolerable thing is not going to school.

"Well... okay, okay, it's not okay for me to go, don't be angry, don't be angry."

When Lu Xiaobu heard Lu Wenhuo's angry words, he quickly apologized: "Isn't it just school? I'll go right away. I'll go right away."

"That's right." Lu Wenhuo smiled again: "Zhang Meng is already waiting for you downstairs, go quickly."

"Well, second brother, when will your scholarship be given to me?" Lu Xiaobu asked again.

"Hey, you brat, you are richer than me now, and you still care about my little scholarship?" Lu Wenhuo scolded with a smile.

"That's different. I haven't spent any money from you since I was a child, so of course I miss you!" Lu Xiaobu curled his lips.
To be continued...