In the afternoon of that day, Fang Jing rushed back from Huangling Village and applied for a bank card, deposited the money on the way, and then looked around for second-hand computers in the streets and alleys.
"Brother! You can't be so spendthrift even if you have money, right?"
At night, Fang Hui came to Fang Jing's room and looked at the computer and mobile phone on the bed, her brows furrowed and her face full of deep worry and pain.
When her parents are away, as the only woman in the family, she must have the right to control the property.
Otherwise, according to Fang Jing's personality as a prodigal, she might not even know when the money will be spent.
"Don't worry, the second-hand computer only cost 800. The mobile phone didn't cost any money. It came with broadband." Fang Jing didn't look back and continued to play with his mobile phone while lying on the bed.
He was chatting with Jia Chun. He had been friends for so long and had not logged into the Penguin account. When he opened it, it was full of messages, from Jia Chun to Gong Yu.
Most of them asked him how he was doing, if he needed any help, and sometimes he went to play in Shacheng.
"Not even second-hand ones. Do you know how difficult it is at home? How much blood and sweat do your parents have to spend for a few hundred dollars? You just bought such a crappy thing."
"There is also a mobile phone. If you don't make calls, why did you buy it?"
The more Fang Hui talked, the angrier she became, as if she was spending her money, pointing fingers and criticizing this and that, her fingers almost stuck on Fang Jing's forehead. In short, Fang Jing was spending money wrongly.
Wiping the spit off his face, Fang Jing was not impatient at all. He looked back at the excited Fang Hui, shook his phone and said, "How about I buy you one too?"
"I said you were deceived by lard, possessed by ghosts, and had water in your head. Why did you buy...what? Really? I like white...uh!!"
Fang Hui reacted with surprise on her face, and then she saw Fang Jing's eyes that wanted to hit someone, and she secretly thought something was wrong. She had failed to control herself just now and had been tricked.
If she misses the target, she will be transported thousands of miles away. When her momentum weakens, she turns around and walks away.
"Go ahead! If you can't recite ten words, you won't be allowed to sleep."
"Brother...what, I just..."
"Fifteen!"
Fang Hui:……
Back in the bedroom, Fang Hui really wanted to give herself a slap in the face. She had managed to bring up the computer and the money, but now she was fine. She had only spent fifteen words in vain.
If there is no worry about poverty, there will be no equality. When she saw Fang Jing buying a new mobile phone, she wanted to buy one too, so she decided to make a bad move. Who knew it was a miscalculation.
"Good, aunt? Oh my god! What the hell are these words!" Fang Hui's head hurt when she saw English. During this period, Fang Jing taught her phonetic symbols, but she still couldn't understand.
Seeing Fang Jing engrossed in playing computer games, Fang Hui quietly closed the door, covered her head and went to sleep. She swore that it wouldn't work if anyone called her.
On the other side, Fang Jing opened the reading point, went to the author area, registered an author account, filled in the identity information and phone number in the background, and then created a new book.
After thinking about it, he entered the word "Zhu Xian".
I don’t intend to sell songs, they are too cheap. He is a nobody and can sell a song for up to seven or eight thousand. People don’t like the popular songs, and he can’t bear to part with the classic songs.
In the end, you have to spend 300 yuan to register the copyright fee for lyrics and music. It is better to find an opportunity to increase your exposure and sing it yourself.
The first season of The Voice of China Dream will start next month. Where does Fang Jing plan to try his luck? He doesn’t have to think about the championship, it has already been decided.
As long as you sing a few "original" songs, it will be a worthwhile trip to increase your popularity. Next time you sell a song, you will get at least 10,000 yuan.
But before that, I need to pay for the manuscript fees. I can’t just sit around at home every day.
"Creation successful!"
"Please enter the message on the title page. Is there anything you want to say to the fans?"
Within a few minutes, it showed that the creation was successful. Recalling the Zhu Xian he had seen in his previous life, Fang Jing quickly typed a few lines of words.
"How many years later, when you look back on the past, do you still remember someone whispering their true feelings to you?
Do you still remember those naive and somewhat fanatical words because you were young?
Just like the vow that is deeply engraved in your heart and will never give up, have you opened your arms and embraced the one you love?"
"Zhu Xian"
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Fang Jing also had his own reasons for choosing this novel. He had not read many online novels in his previous life, and there were only a few in total, such as Notes on Grave Robbers, Ghost Blowing the Lamp, Zhu Xian, and Covering the Sky.
But Tomb Raiders Notes and Ghost Blowing Lantern are now available, and the authors are the same people, so they cannot be copied.
"Zhe Tian" is very popular, and it has not been released yet, but there are too many words, it seems to be more than 6 million words, who the hell can copy it all?
In terms of martial arts, Jin Guliang doesn't have it, and their novels don't have many words, but he hasn't read the original novels, and not even one episode of the TV series.
After all, boys have never dreamed of martial arts. They used to squat in other people's houses after school and watch TV, and they practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Sunflower Acupuncture.
With my super memory, I can write whatever I want, but it's a bit of a waste.
So Fang Jing didn’t want to bring over The Legend of the Condor Heroes, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and Swordsman.
After much deliberation, the only one I could think of was Zhu Xian, which has more than one million words. I have read the novel several times, and he even went VIP for the TV version, so I remember the plot very clearly.
Before I was reborn, I heard that there was a remake starring Brother Yamazhi, but I didn’t know if it was good or not.
“The Qingyun Mountains are towering and towering, occupying the Central Plains. There are great rivers and rivers in the shadows of the mountains. Shanyang is the important town of Heyang City, which is the throat of the world. The geographical location is very important.
Qingyun Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, with undulating peaks. The highest one has seven peaks, towering into the clouds. On weekdays, you can only see..."
Just do it, Fang Jing uploaded three chapters, talking about the massacre of Caomiao Village, and Pu Zhi passing on Zhang Xiaofan.
These are the standard three golden chapters, all suspense and foreshadowing are laid out, and it is fascinating. I just have to wait for the review to pass before writing the remaining chapters.
With nothing to do, Fang Jing opened the post bar! The post bar has 360,000 followers and is very popular. However, the post bar is full of authors who write novels. Fang Jing actually saw some interesting things after diving into countless posts.
For example, some people are discussing the recent popular story Mortal Cultivation of Immortality. It has more than three million words and is still being serialized. It is said that he is the first brother of Xianxia and his status is unshakable.
But it is such a popular book, and it actually has more than 600,000 words before I signed the contract. The author relied on book friends to send red envelopes in the group to survive, otherwise he would have been a eunuch.
I have to say that Fang Jing was shocked by this man's perseverance. If he had written a novel by himself, he would have entered the palace earlier if he couldn't sign a contract worth more than 600,000 yuan.
Entering the comment area, the netizens were very united, and those who liked the same thing were all complaining, but unfortunately there was no such thing as what Fang Jing wanted to read.
After thinking about it, he typed the next line, treating it as a contribution of his own weak strength, and then clicked to close.
My eyelids flickered and I felt very sleepy. I looked at the lower right corner of my computer and saw that it was already past three o'clock in the middle of the night. I simply closed the computer and went to sleep.