The King of Songs returned, and his sister lived in the kennel. When Fang Hui heard such a story, his eyes twitched wildly, and he resisted the urge to hit someone. After a long while, he said coldly: "Get out! I, my classmate will not write this even if I starve to death."
kind of plot.”
"Hahaha, I'm just kidding." Fang Jing scratched his head and laughed, "Okay, this novel is just for fun, you can write whatever you want, you can just make a physical education teacher who is often sick a beggar.
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"Originally, I just wrote about happiness. I didn't want to win the Nobel Prize. I just wrote whatever I wanted."
After hesitating, Fang Hui said: "But I saw someone on the Internet saying that before writing, you should prepare a 10,000-word outline, prepare character biographies, and work backwards on the storyline. It is best to save a manuscript of tens of thousands of words."
"No need!!" Fang Jing waved his hand and said: "That's all nonsense. After writing an outline of tens of thousands of words, the enthusiasm is gone. As for the biographies and manuscripts, there is no need. What you mentioned can't be done in ten and a half months.
Not finished."
"After spending so much time, if you say you can't even sign the contract, wouldn't it be a loss?"
"Really or not?" Fang Hui felt that Fang Jing was just perfunctory with her, so she begged with her mouth flat: "You are a great master, can't you teach me something useful?"
"Teach who?"
"Teach me and I'll tell it to my friends."
Fang Jing was too lazy to expose her friend, "Okay, let me tell you, the secret is to open Word and just do it. Don't worry about the outline or not. Write out what is in your mind first, and follow your feelings. As long as the general direction remains unchanged."
Fang Jing didn't lie. This is indeed the case. A story novel often has millions of words. Who can really finish the outline before starting to write?
For a mature writer, he or she will first come up with a rough outline and then upload it to refine and design the subsequent direction based on reader feedback and continuous inspiration.
"Okay, don't think about this for now. Wash your face quickly and take you to dinner."
"No, I'm too lazy to wash my hair, and I'm too embarrassed to see anyone. You go downstairs to buy some. I'll wait for you."
It took thirty or forty minutes to wash her face, wash her hair, and get dressed. Fang Hui didn't want to waste so much time. She would rather think about the plot of the story if she had this time.
"I really owe you, wait!" Fang Jing stood up, smiled helplessly, and went to the restaurant downstairs to pack meals.
Staring at the computer screen, Fang Hui frowned and thought for a moment. Fang Jing was right, she was on the wrong track from the beginning and should have chosen a good subject.
Click to copy the content, exit the writer's backend, switch accounts skillfully, and press paste again to "create" a novel.
A few minutes later, the editorial department of Yuedian received a notification from the background that Xiaoshu, the great master, had slipped out of the new book without fixing it. Now, who doesn’t know that this is Fang Jingjing? He didn’t even read the content. The editor kept sending short messages about the contract signing site.
, first come first served.
"Great! Sure enough, my brother is right, a good book title and introduction are half the battle." Fang Hui smiled from ear to ear after receiving the signing news so quickly backstage.
As for stealing the "Fang Jing account" to log in, she didn't take it seriously. Can the account registered with her ID card and phone number be stolen?
Fang Jing was the only one who wanted to steal it. Who asked him to register it with her ID card? Even the bank card bound to it belonged to her.
Fang Hui only learned about this secret a few days ago. She was bored and wanted to try out a novel. Unexpectedly, when she registered, it showed that she already had an account.
Don't know the password? It's easy. Enter your ID card to retrieve the password. Within a few minutes, the password was changed by her. When she saw the book on the shelf, she realized it was written by Fang Jing.
But that's not important. Fang Jing hasn't written for a long time. It would be a waste to leave it empty. He might as well write it for her.
In the female channel editorial department, the editor saw "Fang Jing"'s book through the staff backstage, and he immediately couldn't laugh or cry. The master is a master!
"When the Queen of Heaven came back and saw her brother living in a dog kennel, she was so angry that she built a dozen kennels for her brother to take turns living in..."
"Okay, you're done!" After filling out the electronic contract and adding editor Phoenix's Penguin contact information, Fang Hui clapped his hands and grinned.
"Hello, sir, does your book have a cover? If not, the backend will prepare it?"
The little penguin's avatar flashed, and editor Phoenix sent a message.
"No, no, no, I'll take care of it." Fang Hui tapped on the keyboard with his paws and smiled like an idiot: "Hello editor, how many words do you need to be recommended? I'm so excited to update."
"No, please be slow in updating in the early stage. I will arrange it if you recommend it. Don't worry, it will be no less. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. I am online 24 hours a day."
"Thanks!"
Fang Hui closed the computer and smiled naively. Who said that the editor's Penguin account could not be added in half a month, so he could not ask for recommendations, and if nothing happened, don't come to them? Rumors, they are all rumors. Obviously editors are easy to talk to.
Dozens of miles away, in an office building, a young woman in her twenties sat in front of a computer and rubbed her eyebrows. Although her face looked tired, she could not hide the smile on her lips.
She actually signed a contract with Fang Jing. Who dares to believe it?
If it weren't for the old editor and the others to go out for dinner, such a good thing wouldn't have been her turn. Asking for a recommendation? It must be arranged! Fengtui, Sanjiang, Dafengtui, the one-stop service is excellent.
Half an hour later, Fang Jing came back with the food. He saw Fang Hui smiling stupidly and asked, "Why are you so happy?"
"No, it's just a trivial matter." Fang Hui put down the phone and looked serious. Fang Jing couldn't let Fang Jing know about writing a novel.
"Stop playing now and let's eat!"
"Hmm!" Wearing slippers and grabbing two pairs of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, Fang Hui ran to the dining table, took the food, poured some soup, and slurped down a bowl.
"Brother, why do you have time to come back this time? Aren't you usually very busy?"
"I won't be busy after the filming of the movie. I will come back and rest for a while. At the end of the month, I will go to Xiangnan Satellite TV to promote."
"Propaganda? What propaganda?"
"Flash Girl, your brother is my first directorial work. The actors are all my students. They are the same age as you. They are quite cute. I will introduce you to them if I have the opportunity."
"Okay!" Putting down the bowl, Fang Hui blinked and said, "Can you bring me one for this promotion? I want to go to Hunan Satellite TV to watch the Qiuyue competition."
"Okay!" Fang Jing agreed without hesitation.
"Gulu!" Just after swallowing a mouthful of rice, Fang Hui suddenly said: "Brother, didn't you say you would help Qiu Yue contact the agency last time? Has this been done?"
Rolling his eyes, Fang Jing said: "If not, do you think she can enter the top ten finals?"
"Thank you, thank you!" Fang Hui clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "I will write you a better letter later."
"What's better?"
"Ahem! It's okay. Don't worry about it. You don't understand girls' secrets."
After dinner, Fang Jing helped Fang Hui pack his things and drove back to the villa. He updated Weibo again in the evening, this time introducing the film shooting cycle, which lasted twenty days.
"Hahahaha! No, my quick-acting heart-saving pill fell to the ground!"
"This is the best joke I've seen this year. Four million for a movie, shot in twenty days. Brother, what do you think? This is not the way to make money, right?"
"The appearance is too ugly. Fang Jing's character is gone this time."