Guoguo was lying on the sofa waiting to watch the video when her father came over:
"What are you looking at while you are flipping over and over? Give me the remote control, I haven't finished reading Yan Shuangying yet."
Guoguo turned around and gave his father a tablet:
"Then you can use this to watch. I want to watch the annual meeting of Dreamweaver Literature Network tonight to see what my great masters look like."
"What's going on?"
Guo Guo's mother walked out of the bedroom, folding clothes and saying:
"How old are you? You're already in your first year of high school. If I don't clean up my room, it's like a doghouse. I'm also watching concerts. If you have the ability to grab tickets, you can watch them live. You can watch plum blossoms at home every day to quench your thirst. The more you watch, the thirstier you get."
Guoguo is so depressed.
This is my mother - if she can win the concert of her male idol, why not go? Isn’t it impossible to win the concert?
Even though you know it, you still want to poke your heart out.
He could only say listlessly:
"I can't go to the concert, can't I visit my favorite novelist?"
Guo Guo's mother was stunned for a moment, then she put her clothes on the sofa, sat down next to her, took an orange in her hand and peeled it slowly.
"What writer?"
The tone should be casual, the expression should be indifferent, and the oranges should be peeled carefully.
Guoguo found nothing.
"I don't know either, but it's the annual meeting of the Dreamweaver Literature Network. There are so many novels there that I really like! Let's see what the authors look like this time..."
"Besides, my two favorite writers, Xiao Bailian and Jing Ran Youxue, have both signed up for this website. I wonder if they will show up tonight..."
Dad Guoguo has a good memory, and he still remembers being mentioned repeatedly by his daughter and wife——
"You mean that Koenigsegg?"
Instead, Guoguo was stunned for a moment. How old is she now? How could she still remember those CEO novels she read in the first place?
It took me a long time to react:
"Yes, that's the million-dollar Koenigsegg car."
After flipping through the channels for a while, a reminder popped up on her phone. She quickly found the website and clicked on it.
Good guy, this kind of publicity is just the opening of the home page!
Will the great god come out?
She looked expectantly.
…
The first annual meeting of Dreamweaver Literature Network was not monotonous.
The witty host first introduced the history and original intention of the website, and then briefly talked about their difficult development and the various difficulties they experienced in the process...
Finally, he used his achievements as a writer and Forbes rankings to shock outsiders.
Today, there are quite a few people coming from major copyright owners and film and television companies!
This is all due to the huge sales of IP film and television dramas developed by Xinghai Film and Television in recent years. Now, everyone is eyeing this hot cake.
Interspersed with the story, as well as some special performance star resources, etc., the lives and speeches of the writers are also carried out one by one.
but……
Dad Guoguo really missed his Yan Shuangying. He stared at the writers for a while, from the old man to the young ones, and even saw a teenage girl. He couldn't help but feel a little bit
depressed:
"Is this Dream Weaver Literature website a stab at the Chinese Department of Ming University?"
…
But no, the edited video was released only after the annual meeting.
Now the top comment in the comments section below is this sentence.
1st floor: No wonder there are so many good works on the Dreamweaver Literature Network. I dare you to poke a hole in Mingda’s nest!
Floor 2: There are two professors among them. What a shock! My mother will never say that I read online novels because they are messy.
3rd Floor: After reading carefully, when the host asked the topic "How do you feel when you know that your students are also writing novels and are ranked ahead of you?", the face of the author who wrote "The Legend of a Thousand Stars" below -
—
Hahahahaha!
The happiness of netizens comes from this.
And at this time, someone figured it out:
"Why do I feel that those two professors seem to be offering online courses and they still require us to study."
Check it again - boy, it is indeed it!
I asked my teacher what it was like to write an online novel and successfully sell the copyright?
answer:
Thank you for the invitation. I am at home and have been taken care of by my mother.
Because adults can take it for granted and say: "Look, so-and-so's novels are so good because they studied hard and got into the University of Ming Dynasty!"
"It's because of their hard work that they became professors at the University of Minnesota!"
…
The second topic floor——
1st Floor: Why is there only Mingda University? Is this looking down upon us, Yuewei and Politics and Law?
Juniors and juniors, seniors and seniors, rush in with the keyboard!
The goal is that at next year’s annual meeting, I, Yuewei, will occupy half of the country!
2nd floor: University of Political Science and Law: What are you thinking? I am obviously the strongest in politics and law!
A scuffle downstairs.
Floor:
A passerby——
"Are the requirements for writing online novels so high nowadays?"
"Upstairs, you're overthinking it. The authors of many of the works on the list don't have high academic qualifications. As long as you can tell a story and tell a story well, that's all."
…
Guoguo's home.
Guoguo stared dumbfounded at the best-selling authors on stage. Among them was a little girl, even younger than her!
But the copyright has been sold for hundreds of thousands!
She couldn't help but be a little shaken——
"Mom, you said I've read so many novels, how about I write one too?"
The mother didn’t say anything:
"Then just give it a try."
After saying that, he stood up and stretched:
"I'm tired, I'm going to play on the computer for a while."
Then he turned around and entered the room and closed the door.
Guo Guo looked at the peeled oranges on the table and thought happily——
[My mother even peeled oranges for me, so considerate.]
Guo Guo's mother was lying in front of the computer and slowly opened the author registration process of Dreamweaver Literature Network——
The two old professors on stage today are both sixty or seventy years old. They can do it, but she is only 40 this year, so she is still young!
I just happened to have an inspiration——
[When I was reborn and returned to my youth, my husband had not gained weight yet, and my daughter was engaged in the tactic of asking questions.
As for herself, she found the magazine collection from under her daughter's exercise book.
In her previous life, she got angry and scolded her daughter, which caused her to cry all night. She failed at all in the placement test on the second day...
Now, again, she just touched the magazine with complicated eyes, and then smiled at her uneasy daughter:
"Do you think Dongfang Hao or Ximen Liangchen is better?"]
Guo Guo's mother slowly registered the author's name, created a new book without hesitation, and wrote the introduction with one finger.
I don’t know why, but there is a lot of inspiration in my mind that wants to come out.
She also smiled confidently.
——How come I have eaten more salt than my children have eaten for so many years, so writing novels can’t be too bad, right?
I don’t expect my grades to be good enough to participate in the annual meeting, but... let’s see if Guoguo doesn’t study hard and writes novels that even her mother, who graduated from a technical secondary school, can’t compare to!
…
And Wang Qinghe looked at the large number of registered authors and readers pouring into the website, and once again hid his merit and fame.
