Chapter 662 The arrogance is endogenous, you can participate in shares
After chatting with his wife and children for about half an hour, the video ended. Sun Quan opened the document, looked at the outline of "The Last Wish of the Dead", and wanted to write a chapter. After all, there was still some time before the first-order results were released at 12 o'clock in the evening.
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But looking at the outline in the document, he found that there were many distracting thoughts in his mind.
It is impossible to calm down and immerse my thoughts in the world of novels as usual.
In such a state, it was impossible to write anything that satisfied him.
Concentration was the best state for him when writing a manuscript, but tonight he was sitting in front of the computer, looking at the outline in the document, but he couldn't find that state. The chaotic thoughts in his mind made it impossible for him to form them in his mind.
A paragraph of text required for a novel.
My thoughts drift here and there again.
I was wondering for a moment how many first orders could be made within 24 hours?
After a while, I thought about why my daughter likes to chew watermelon rind so much?
For a while, I thought about how the plot of this book would collapse if I continued to write like this. How would the subscriptions to this book collapse? What would happen to the people inside and outside the circle?
Taunting me?
etc.
His reason told him that he shouldn't think about these messy things, and that the best thing to do was to do the things in front of him. However, reason sometimes didn't play a role, and the distracting thoughts in his mind were still wild and wanton.
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So, he simply got up and left the computer, went to the gym next door, put on his big pants, put on his boxing gloves, and punched and kicked the sandbag in front of him.
I was already unfamiliar with the Sanda I learned at the Sanda Society in college, but after punching and kicking sandbags for a while, I regained some of my original memories.
After practicing like this for more than half an hour, he was covered in stinky sweat. His eyes looked a little tired. He walked heavily to the bench next to him and sat down. He picked up a dry towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead.
...It was as if the water that had entered his brain drained out. The fatigue of his muscles and bones made most of the messy thoughts in his brain disappear.
He supported his knees with both hands and squinted at the sandbags not far away. The corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile.
Today's life is something he could never imagine before.
With a net worth of hundreds of millions, he is rich and famous, his career is in full swing, his writing has reached a peak that he never dared to imagine before, and he has a happy family, with a beautiful and intelligent wife, a lovely and lively daughter, and his parents are still in good health.
good.
This kind of life often makes him feel unreal.
Like a dream.
Sometimes I even dream that when I wake up, I am still in my thirties, still accomplishing nothing and running into the street with nothing.
But every time I wake up from the dream, I find that my life is really different.
In just a few years, he had everything he wanted to have.
Life gave him more than he asked for.
Of course he is afraid that one day he will lose everything in front of him, so he often worries about gains and losses. This worry about gains and losses can sometimes motivate him to forge ahead and continue to work hard, just like the book he recently wrote, "The Last Wish of the Dead."
It stands to reason that when he wrote this book, he was no longer short of money or fame. There was no need to write any more novels. He could just enjoy life to the fullest and enjoy the splendor of the world. Wouldn't it be nice?
Thinking about it at this time, maybe it is because I am subconsciously afraid of losing everything, so I dare not relax and work hard, right?
Thinking of this, he smiled again.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the wooden floor in front of him without blinking for a long time. Another smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The road is at your feet.
As long as you take every step in front of you, there is no need to worry about the future.
If one day someone like me really loses everything, it can only be said to be God’s will. Just have a clear conscience and no regrets.
The thoughts in my heart slowly became firmer.
He slowly raised his head, his expression calmed down, stood up and walked out of the gym with casual steps, and went downstairs to take a shower.
When he returned to the computer in the study, he was already refreshed, his eyes were bright and alert, and he had a composure beyond his age.
After looking at the outline on the computer for a while, he found the situation and started typing.
After more than an hour, a chapter was successfully completed.
He doesn't know how other Internet writers live their daily lives after they become famous.
Are you like him, still trying to find the code word state every day? Will you feel anxious and hesitant when you can't find the code word state?
He just thinks that he is in a good state. After becoming famous, does he have to spend a lot of time and alcohol to prove that making money is meaningful?
As a human being, wouldn't it be good to live a more pure and down-to-earth life?
Before being reborn, he liked to find some idols to inspire himself.
For example: Sometimes, when he doesn't know how to write a plot, he will imagine in his mind how they would write such a plot if he were a tomato, Chen Dong, or the Third Young Master?
Don't tell me, every time I think about it, it's really useful.
But now, at this time, he feels that he no longer needs to use anyone to inspire him, nor does he need to look for any idols, I am who I am! I am Sun Quan, I just be myself, and I will not imitate anyone else.
Lighting a cigar, he refreshed the author's background.
It was already past 10 o'clock in the night, and he saw that the number of subscriptions for the first 10 paid chapters of "The Last Wish of the Dead" had grown to more than 39,000.
The number of subscribers to the first paid chapter is as high as 39,964.
It's about to break 40,000.
It was still more than an hour before 12 o'clock. He believed that it would definitely break through 40,000 by then. There was no reason why it couldn't increase dozens of subscriptions in more than an hour.
Unless the Qidian website suddenly crashes at this time.
"More than 40,000..."
Reciting this number softly, he narrowed his eyes, a sense of arrogance rose from the bottom of his heart, and a sentence flashed in his mind - I am the peak of the mountain...
He determined that the 24-hour first order data of this book definitely broke the subscription record of Qidian, and even all online articles on the entire Internet.
And it is likely to more than double the original record.
He knew that his book could set such a record not only because of the quality of his book, but also because of the popularity boost brought by the several popular variety shows he had produced in the previous period.
To put it simply, his current popularity is not only due to readers of online articles. Among the more than 40,000 subscribers this time, many of them must have been contributed by people who did not read online articles.
As an online writer, he is out of the circle.
He was known to tens of thousands of people outside the circle, and when he opened this new book, it naturally attracted many people outside the circle to read it.
And this is the power of being out of the circle!
But, even so, so what?
At least he knows that every data in this book is real. He did not swipe it. The number of subscribers that is about to exceed 40,000 today is also real.
So, why can’t we be proud?
After smoking a cigar, he reluctantly suppressed the arrogance in his heart. This was his reason. It felt good to have arrogance in his heart, and he enjoyed it, but he knew that if he kept this arrogance in his heart, he would
It's time to go downhill.
Pride...will lead to complacency, and complacency...will always lead to setbacks.
After suppressing the arrogance in his heart, he logged into QQ.
He believed that many people would send him private messages tonight.
Sure enough, as soon as I logged in to QQ, the beeping sound kept ringing, and the QQ avatar also kept beating.
He clicked his QQ avatar dozens of times, and a bunch of private message chat boxes popped up on the computer screen.
Sky Fairy: "Old Sun, how much is the initial order?"
Aiming at Jianghu: "Old Sun! Come to the group to pick up the guests!"
Zhizai Jianghu: "Huh? Where is the person? Come to pick up the guests!"
Zhi Zai Jiang Hu: "Not online? Isn't it? You are not online tonight, why did you go? Don't tell me that you can still calm down and write words tonight?"
Wuzhanghai Gulu: "Old Sun, has your book been published? Is it published in simplified Chinese? Where can I buy it? I want to buy a copy for my collection, hehe."
Yuan laughed: "Hello, Lao Sun, I am also an author and a fan of your books. I recently wrote a new book. Can you give me a chapter recommendation? Hehe."
Subspace: "I heard that if I send you a private message, you will reply. Well, I just want to give it a try, haha..."
Chen Dong: "Salted fish! How much is the first order?"
Tomato: "Old Sun, I'm curious, how many titles of your new book have you ordered?"
Pig Intestine: "How many tens of thousands are there for the first order? No more updates?"
Lucky Xiao Tang: "Boss, are there any updates tonight?"
Dayu: "Abnormal! How much is the initial order? Report to me!"
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There were all kinds of private messages, and Sun Quan responded to them one by one with a smile, and then he felt like he was eating Xuanmai - he couldn't stop at all.
The message he replies here is sent out, and when he replies to another person, the person he replied to before may reply to him at any time.
In order to take care of the comrades in his book fan group, he also took time to hang out in several book fan groups, and then the sweat beads on his forehead became more and more.
Because the speed of his typing reply alone could not keep up with the speed of so many people's speeches. The computer keyboard was banged by him. He had already shown a hand speed that was comparable to that of being single for thirty years, but it was still far behind.
I simply can't answer everyone's questions.
Time passed by so little by little.
Quietly approaching 12 o'clock.
At 11:46, his editor Hairtail also sent a private message.
Hairtail: "Congratulations!"
Behind these three words, there is a big smiley face emoticon.
She didn't say anything to congratulate him, but what else could she congratulate him on tonight?
Sun Quan understood instantly.
His fingers were already weak from typing, so he responded with a smiley face. Don't think that she was his editor, he just held her in his arms. He believed that at this time today, she would never care about his neglect.
Sure enough, Haiyu's reply came soon, "I'll tell you some good news. I heard the chief editor of our group said that your book will definitely sell film and television rights. Today, the leaders above have said that you must be
The copyright of this book was sold for a high price, hehe, how about it? Are you excited?"
So excited!
Sun Quan curled his lips and took the time to reply to her: "Thank you, but no need. I have no plans to sell the film and television adaptation rights of my book."
Hairtail: "???"
Behind the three question marks, you can seem to see the stunned expression of the hairtail fish.
Seeing that she was the editor-in-chief, Sun Quan thought for a while and explained: "I plan to invest in the filming of this book myself."
This time, Hairtail was silent for a while before sending a sentence: "Oh, I understand. I almost forgot that you are now a rich man with a net worth of hundreds of millions. You do have the funds to invest in filming. However, if the leaders know about you tomorrow
With this decision, it may be difficult for your book to get many high-quality recommendations."
Sun Quan was a little surprised.
It was unexpected that Hairtail, who was an editor, would say such things to him.
He knew she was telling the truth, but what surprised him was that she would tell him such a truth.
After all, she is the editor-in-chief of Qidian, and she is paid by Qidian. In some interests, she and Sun Quan are indeed consistent, but in this matter, it stands to reason that she should stand on the side of the website. Some truths are
You can't tell him, Sun Quan.
Isn't she afraid that when she says this, someone will make some irrational decision in anger?
For example, would you rather bear the consequences of breach of contract and forcefully jump to another website with this book?
Or do you simply give up the idea and suddenly announce that the book is finished? Then take the plot behind the book and go directly to film and television dramas?
Various thoughts flashed through Sun Quan's mind.
He is not impulsive.
His sanity is still online, and he knows that what Hairtail is talking about is a reality that is likely to happen. Qidian really wants to create the concept of IP. CEO Qiang Ge has long proposed a pan-entertainment strategic route.
To put it simply, Qidian now wants to sell the film and television copyrights and game adaptation rights of various high-quality works, not only for the profit of the website and the group, but also to seize the right to speak in the entertainment industry, and to prepare for the group's future listing plan.
At this time, if they cannot sell the copyright of a work, they are naturally unwilling to use all the high-quality resources of the website to promote it.
Comparing his feelings, if he, Sun Quan, were the helmsman of Qidian, he would not vigorously support such a book.
But from his own standpoint, he also wants various promotional resources from Qidian.
He needs his book "Dead Man's Last Wish" to achieve more outstanding results and continue to expand the book's popularity and fan base.
Because only this book is famous enough, it will be more likely to become popular after he, Xue Zihan, Wang Zheng and others make it into an online drama.
Turning this book into a web drama is naturally not his ultimate goal! Making this drama popular is the ultimate goal!
Otherwise, what's the point of him investing in this drama?
All kinds of thoughts were whirling in his mind. He smiled and replied to Haiyu: "Let's do it! If your company has a meeting and talks about the film and television drama copyright of this book, you can convey my meaning. I don't agree to sell it.
! But if your company is interested, you can participate in the joint investment and invest in the production of this drama with my company, okay?"
Perhaps his words shocked the hairtail on the other end of the computer. It took her a while before she replied: "I know what you mean, okay! If the copyright issue of your book is discussed above, I will help you convey your meaning.