It was another beautiful morning. Yi Dao Zhan got up and washed up as usual and then came to the computer desk.
After starting the computer, he skillfully lit a candle in the southeast corner of the computer desk, and then opened the Writer Assistant software.
In online creation, luck comes first and creativity comes second. This is his first step before typing every day. He ignites his luck first, so that he can have boundless power and endless inspiration when typing.
After doing all this, he did not start coding directly, but opened the QQ software.
Suddenly, a continuous beeping sound sounded.
After glancing at the information list, Yi Daozhan showed a hint of helplessness on his face.
There is no connection with female readers, and a bunch of stupid readers are @ him, how interesting it is.
After thinking about it, he clicked on the author group to see what the big guys were talking about and learn some experience.
Green shirt to get drunk:
Suppose there are two websites, A and B, and A offers a share of about 100 per thousand words, the opportunity to travel abroad every year, and the writer is given five insurances and one housing fund.
Website b is a literature department, with no guarantee, only 50% of the signing fee, but it promises to give you a platinum contract within one year.
So let me ask you... do these two websites have anything to do with you? Are you still in Shuiqun and not coding?
Yun Dongliu: I hid my private money again today, but my wife doesn’t know about it, I’m so happy!
Qi Peijia: I’m taking a day off today because I have to attend the China Literature Annual Meeting!
Wu Ma Xing: This year I am the twelve heavenly kings, and I will akimbo for a while (proudly akimbo.jpg)
Zhuge Wanjun: Is there anyone who plays World of Warcraft together? Put aside the coding, the game will make you happy!
…
After looking at the chat among the big guys, Yi Dao Zhan suddenly felt humble and weak. Then he skillfully typed the words "Big guys 666" and closed the group chat.
I opened the Writer Assistant again, clicked on the synopsis list of "I am the Boss Behind the Scenes", and tried to start typing.
But after typing the first line of words, he skillfully opened B station to watch videos, then opened Steam to play games, and then watched it for a while, and finally stood in front of the window quietly watching the night fall.
As for the code words? Didn’t I code a line of words (cut off the puzzled face with one knife.jpg)
He is such a self-disciplined author. If he talks about code words, he will keep saying it and never take action...
So today is another busy day.
He also has a low status in the group of authors, and can only watch the big guys showing off with envy, humble yet true.
Of course, sometimes when the big guys in the group are showing off, they will come across areas in which he is better at, and that's when it's time for him to shine.
For example, when comparing whose new book is more popular, he can jump out and say:
"Who else would it be than me!"
And with tears in my eyes, I used screenshots to tell the big guys in the group that you are all younger brothers, and I am the most aggressive.
…
I looked at the time and saw that it was getting closer to early morning.
Yidaozhan knew that it was time for him to enter the state of coding. After all, there are so many lovely readers waiting for updates. As a good author, he cannot live up to their expectations.
So he deleted the line he typed in the morning and changed it to "Take a day off to organize the outline."
Just a few hundred words later, the day's tasks were completed again. Yi Dao Zhan slumped in his seat with relief, feeling that the hard day had just passed.
Next he turned on his phone and started looking at the book. This chapter said.
Dreamtime: Even the most basic updates cannot be maintained. I misjudged you, author (angry.jpg)
Orange heart leaf: burp~delicious~
Fox Jiujun: Daily check-in!
…
After a quick glance, Yi Daozhan showed a trace of shame on his face.
Don’t I still have readers? How can I feel sorry for them?
No, I have to delete the leave request note and start typing!
So with a serious look on his face, he opened the author's assistant again and clicked on the book "I am the Boss Behind the Scenes". However, after scanning the poor daily reading, his face still showed a trace of helplessness.
When will I become a platinum gold medalist in Reading Literature? There is no end in sight to the road to success!
At this time, he suddenly thought of a post he accidentally saw on the Internet. The post described in detail a very metaphysical altar construction. It is said that this altar can fulfill any wish of a person.
If all this is true, then becoming a god is just around the corner.
According to the original poster, the altar described in the post was recorded in a broken ancient book dug out from an ancient tomb, so it is somewhat feasible.
I don't believe it even if I cut off every punctuation mark.
Are you kidding me...I never believe in metaphysics or anything like that!
But after taking a look at the candle in the southeast corner, he opened the web page with a slash of his sword, clicked on the posts he had collected at that time, and checked them carefully...
Since your strength is not enough, then try metaphysics to become a god.
After carefully checking the post three times, Yi Daozhan found that the method of building an altar seemed not difficult, and many of the materials could be found in reality.
Thinking of this, he glanced at the extinguished candle in the southeast corner again, then opened the universal shopping website and placed a series of orders.
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A year passed quickly.
During this period, Yidaozhan was still on the street. As for buying the materials to build the altar and then making a wish, he had long forgotten about it. After building the altar, he waited with great anticipation for a week, and then he lost interest.
Those metaphysical things are not reliable.
Instead of believing that the gods behind the altar can make you a platinum writer, you might as well write a few more words. Although the hope is slim, at least there is still a chance that it is not.
Today Yi Dao Zhan was coding words when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Then his right shoulder sank and a voice whispered in his right ear:
"Young man, what is your wish?"
Yidaozhan was so frightened that he immediately jumped up from his seat, then turned his head and looked to the right, and suddenly found a very cute little white dog lying on his right shoulder, looking at him with a serious face.
"Young man, what is your wish?" Gouzi continued to repeat in a low tone.
"You...who are you?" Yidaozhan asked quickly.
"I am the god behind the altar, now tell me your wish!" Gouzi continued with a serious face.
Yi Dao Zhan was stunned. After thinking for a while, he finally remembered that he had indeed built an altar and made a wish a year ago.
But he didn't expect that his original attempt would come true. At this moment, his world view was impacted.
It turns out that the altar is real, and there really is a god...emmm, the only thing I can't figure out is why the god is a little white dog!
"Can you really fulfill my wish?" Yidaozhan asked in a doubtful tone.
"I am omnipotent, tell me your wish, and I will satisfy you as long as the price is equal!" Gouzi raised his head, looking a little proud.
"I want to write a super best-selling book and become a platinum author in China Literature!" Yi Dao Zhan's expression gradually became filled with joy.
"No problem, let's weigh them equally!"
As Gouzi finished speaking, a devil's head appeared on his forehead, and then turned into a scale.
One end is connected to the street writer Yi Dao Zhan, and the other end is filled with the digitized information of Yi Dao Zhan's wishes.
The scales shook and slowly fell towards Yi Dao Zhan.
Although it is tilted, it has reached a state of micro balance.
Seeing this, Gouzi nodded with satisfaction:
"Very good, your wish can come true. Now tell me about your wish in detail!" Gouzi said in a serious voice with a pretentious look on his face.
"Well... you are a god. It should be very simple for you. Just help me write a super best-selling book, so that I can become a platinum writer in China Literature!" Yidaozhan said with a smile, completely unaware of the price of the wish.
What is.
"Writing?" Gouzi looked stunned.
"Wait a minute, you and I will talk about it in detail!" Gouzi felt something bad in his heart.
After Yi Dao Zhan heard about it, he immediately began to explain in detail, publish the writing and works, and then collect monthly votes from readers, subscribe to evaluate the quality of the book, etc., and explain one by one...
After listening for a while, Gouzi's expression dropped.
He felt that he seemed to have received the wrong order.
From the forum exchanges, Gouzi learned that several players who had received wishes had completed tasks that were either revenge or killing, and the process was easy and enjoyable. But what kind of ridiculous task did he accept?
Writing? I can’t!
But it was the first time he went out to do business. Gouzi didn't intend to give up, so he continued to listen to Yidaozhan's analysis of writing content, and then nodded to show that he was listening.
After a moment, Yi Daozhan said with an expectant look on his face:
"God, I have said everything that needs to be said, can you finish it?"
"No problem, get out of the way and let me write a book for you!" Gouzi said with a strong look on his face.
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A month later, same room.
Gouzi was lying on the computer table with a solemn expression, his claws turned into phantoms, and he was typing on the keyboard frantically.
In terms of writing talent, Gouzi has made rapid progress.
From just a few hundred words a day at the beginning, I can now write 2 million words a day.
The only thing that hasn't changed is that the subscription is still 0, the monthly ticket is still 0, and there are occasionally a few recommendation tickets, which are given by readers because they feel sorry for him. Now he has nothing to gain except the perfect attendance award.
And Gouzi's mentality completely exploded during this period.
How could there be such a wish? Why should I agree to sign a contract with him? He is the devil!
With sadness and anger, today's 2 million words were finished. Gouzi opened the book with anticipation and read the data, trying to find a reader who might be reading.
However, after waiting for three hours, there were still no orders today.
At this moment, Gouzi's mentality completely exploded, and he raised his keyboard and smashed it "bang bang bang".
Yi Dao Zhan, who was hiding not far away, shivered when he saw this.
From the initial admiration to the current fear, Yi Daozhan felt that he should not have made the wish in the first place.
This mad dog has smashed eight of his keyboards in the past month. There were still some loyal readers under the original pen name "Yidaozhan", but since Gouzi became the ghostwriter, it has completely collapsed.
Now, except for more than 10 running accounts under my pen name, I have nothing left.
Even the editor advised him to change his career to move bricks instead of writing. He has a handwriting speed of two million words a day. If there is nothing wrong with it, why would he come here to make a living?
He was filled with grief and anger, but he didn't dare to speak or ask.
I'm afraid I'll be torn apart by this mad dog!
It's so hard for me...
"Xiao Dao, hurry up and buy a new keyboard. You will become a god tomorrow!" At this time, the dog's cry came.
Hearing these words, Yidaozhan, who was hiding next door, couldn't help but secretly wipe his tears.
What a bullshit god, he is simply a devil!
(Yidao Zhan: The plot of the small theater, please do not substitute it into reality. I am different from the Yi Dao Zhan in this chapter. I go to work every day, code words at night, and QVQ diligently. I also love readers very much, and I don’t know any dogs!)
