The first time he saw Sun Peng, Zheng Jia had a strong look of suspicion on his face, and then he started to circle around Sun Peng like a puppy. Besides the obvious smell of alcohol,
There is also a familiar taste!
"On the face?"
Sun Peng was stunned for a moment, took out his cell phone and took a photo, immediately dumbfounded.
"Stop smelling it, it must be fragrant!"
Grabbing Zheng Jia's little hand, Sun Peng chuckled and said: "Didn't I have an appointment with Chen Feifei and the others for lunch at noon? I brought her an English song by the way. The marks on her face were caused by her chewing and she didn't wipe them clean.
That's it...tsk, are you jealous?"
"Bah, who is jealous?"
Two small red flowers flew up to Zheng Jia's face and gave Sun Peng a hard look.
But after hearing the explanation, the girl felt relieved.
Although Chen Feifei is indeed very beautiful and is a famous singing queen, she is ten years older than Sun Peng. And as soon as she heard about the new song or something, she naturally guessed what happened.
In fact, Zheng Jia is still very relieved about Sun Peng.
This guy is lazy and not serious most of the time, but he is sincere to Zheng Jia. Otherwise, with his talent and financial resources, he would not be able to find as many beautiful girls as he wants? Zheng Jia knows that although he is beautiful, but
If you put it in a place like a film academy or a dance academy, it would be ignored by everyone...
So without thinking too much, Zheng Jia immediately smiled and tapped Sun Peng's forehead: "You performed well this time. You didn't drink so much... Brother Ma didn't persuade you?"
"Humph, am I so easily persuaded?"
Raising his brows, Sun Peng gave a strange laugh and said: "Besides, I don't have to do anything drunk this time. I'm not stupid. I'll feel sick to death if I drink too much... Oops!"
Sun Peng burst into laughter when Zheng Jia's embarrassed fingers pinched him painfully.
These days are full of joy!
After arguing with his girlfriend for a while, Sun Peng hugged Zheng Jia's waist with satisfaction and opened the notebook on the table.
As the New Year approaches, it’s time.
Watching Sun Peng open the author backend of the Shuxiang Chinese website, Zheng Jia asked curiously in his arms: "Have you not uploaded both books? Why are you still here? Do you still care about how much the subscription has increased?"
"Haha, did you forget that both books are about to be finished?"
Tomorrow is the 31st, the last day of January. Although I didn’t finish the book on the last day before New Year’s Day, with Sun Peng’s obsessive-compulsive mentality, since I can’t finish it on December 31st, I must choose
It’s January 31st! In order to achieve this goal, Sun Peng even prepared two huge chapters for the last day.
Just give the fans the final benefit.
"Ah, so fast!"
Looking at the date on the computer, Zheng Jia suddenly realized!
Smiling slightly, Sun Peng nodded and said, "Yes, time flies so fast. Tomorrow is the last chapter of the two books, so... it's time to tell the readers."
Zheng Jia didn't speak anymore, but obediently got up and sat on the chair next to him, watching Sun Peng type a single chapter, and then chose to publish it immediately...
…
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Zhihuo was suffering from a headache.
The Spring Festival holiday is coming soon. As a small manager of the company, he has to arrange a lot of things, especially many partners. Because the workers have long vacations, there are so many things to communicate. He has already worked overtime for three days in a row.
Just as he made himself a cup of coffee, Zhao Zhihuo couldn't help but sigh.
I can't escape the fate of working overtime today.
"Didi!"
At this moment, the cell phone on his desk suddenly beeped twice.
Zhao Zhihuo didn't pay attention and continued to be busy with the things at hand. He couldn't take a breath until he picked up the coffee. He picked up his mobile phone to see if there was any news - in this era, people are increasingly inseparable from this thing.
.
"Huh? Are there updates to Tianlong and The Deer and the Cauldron?"
Seeing the prompt on the message board, Zhao Zhihuo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately had a very bad premonition!
Damn it, what is this guy doing?
After chasing Lao Bai's novel for a long time, Zhao Zhihuo now knows that guy's temper. Except for the update at 12 noon, only single chapters will appear at other times. As long as a single chapter is published, except for
Beyond advertising…
Nothing good ever happens to him!
And thinking about the recent chapters of Tianlong and The Deer and the Cauldron that are obviously coming to an end, Zhao Zhihuo couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the end of the book? But it's definitely time to look at the plot, that's... Well, although it's right
I’m also looking forward to the new book, but can’t this old guy make it longer? It’s so unsatisfying to read!”
Taking a sip of coffee, Zhao Zhihuo Zai looked at it carefully.
Although I am very busy at work, and there are a lot of things that I have to work overtime to finish, but since I am the one who has published a single chapter, I still have to read it before talking about it.
Then……
"Crack!"
The cup in Zhao Zhihuo's hand fell on the table, and the coffee poured out instantly spread all over his keyboard and the files on the table, making him scream in pain...
As shocked as Zhao Zhihuo were Lao Bai's many fans.
Tens of thousands of readers saw this single chapter for the first time. Not only did they know that "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" and "The Deer and the Cauldron" will be completed tomorrow, but they also learned that Lao Bai decided to stop online serialization and bid farewell to Shuxiang Chinese Network in the future.
decision!
Now, what is the difference from the explosion of an atomic bomb?
Within five minutes, hundreds of posts appeared in the book review areas of Tianlong and The Deer and the Cauldron, almost all with exclamation marks. And half an hour later, more readers who had read single chapters poured in, and the review areas of the two books were in chaos.
It became a pot of porridge...
…
"Tsk, tsk, that's too willful!"
In the small group of four authors on the Shuxiang Chinese website, Snowflake in the Night Sky sent out many expressions of wonder, sighing: "You haven't gone to Lao Bai's book review section, it's almost like a big explosion, every second
New posts come out all the time, and readers are about to rebel!"
"Is there any use for eggs? Does that guy care?"
After a moment, the solid wood table responded lightly.
Seeing someone paying attention to him, the snowflakes in the night sky immediately cheered up.
Since joining this small group last year, this guy has been extremely proud. After all, these are the only four people on the entire Shuxiang Chinese Network who are eligible to join the group - a guy who doesn't want to come doesn't count. But no matter how arrogant he is,
, Snowflake in the Night Sky also understands that compared to the first three, he is still a little junior, and his grades in the novel are also far behind, so he has always maintained a straight posture.
It's a pity that the three bosses still don't like him very much.
Especially in the past six months, Laoshu's performance seems to have been stagnant. The snowflakes in the night sky feel a little guilty. After all, although the three great masters have not skyrocketed like Lao Bai in a month, their data has also been rising.
No? The gap seems to be getting bigger and bigger.
In response to the solid wood table, the snowflakes in the night sky immediately became more energetic.
After thinking for a while, he continued: "Yes, that guy never cares about the reaction of readers in the book review section, but his news is too shocking, right? How much royalties will it cost to give up online serialization all of a sudden? I heard that he
Last month’s royalties exceeded tens of millions, right?”
"Well, it broke the online writing record again."
Suddenly a line of red font appeared, and the civet also spoke.
This record was broken by the civet.
"This is courage, haha."
Solid Wood Desk sent a message, followed immediately by another: "I just gave up the royalties of tens of millions a year. No one else has such courage."
"Ten million?"
Seeing these words on the solid wood table, the snowflakes in the night sky were so jealous that they almost vomited blood.
More than tens of millions!
Lao Bai's current manuscript fee exceeds 10 million per month, but don't forget that his two books are not long. How long did it take to write? If there is no free period for the first month, there will be no new ones for the next two months.
During the shelf life, as long as Lao Bai can extend the shelf life of a book to more than one year, he will definitely make over 100 million a year!
If he had this ability, he would never write a book for only half a year!
Although both Civet Civet and Solid Wood Table are great masters with an annual income of more than 100 million, who of them can do this by relying on royalties? In fact, the income from various adaptation rights transactions is the majority! When I think about it, I only earned more than 50 million last year.
, the snowflakes in the night sky smiled with distorted expressions - It’s good to give up online serialization, that’s great!
However, he couldn't help but laugh at home, so he typed on the keyboard: "I'm just a little pity, otherwise if Lao Bai keeps writing like this, he might really be able to get the legendary fifth-level contract!"
When I think of this topic, the snowflakes in the night sky feel so good.
His editor once talked to him and said that the editor-in-chief once suggested giving Lao Bai a five-level contract. At that time, he was so jealous that he almost bit his lips! There were not even civets and solid wood tables. He, Lao Bai, was
Why should a guy who entered the industry a few years later than me be qualified?
Now that I think about it, the snowflakes in the night sky can't help but think.
It’s hard to say, is it because of this incident?
Otherwise, why would he, a guy who made his fortune by writing online novels, dare to give up all of a sudden? Is it just because he wrote a few songs and two scripts?
Stop being ridiculous!
Even if those songs and scripts are indeed very popular, how much can you earn from just a few points of sharing? Can it be compared to the hundreds of millions of royalties a year? Not to mention that once the rights to adapt Lao Bai's novel are sold, it will be absolutely
Sky-high price!
So after thinking about it, the snowflakes in the night sky automatically came up with a possibility: Lao Bai overestimated his ability to ask Shuxiang Chinese to upgrade the contract level. As a result, the website's bosses couldn't bear it, and everyone fell out after they refused.
As a result, this guy simply sentenced himself to death in anger...
"Haha, so what if it's level five, Lao Bai doesn't like it."
Just when I was feeling lustful, the civet’s faint words made the snowflakes in the night sky become angry all over!
Don't like it?
How is that possible?!
Just when the snowflakes in the night sky widened their eyes and typed on the keyboard, ready to refute Big Brother, a message came out from the solid wood table: "The civet boss is correct. I'm afraid I really don't look down on the fifth level of the scholarly Chinese website."
Contract, after all, in the field of physical publishing, his level is not that of small fish like us..."
The solid wood table looked like a self-deprecating joke, making the snowflakes in the night sky feel cold instantly, and the hands typing on the keyboard froze.