The Boss Behind The Game - v2 Chapter 795

It was another good morning in the morning, and he got up and washed as usual and then went 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.

Internet creation, Qi Yun first, creativity second, this is the first step before his code words every day, first ignite Qi Yun, so that when the code words can be boundless and inspiration.

After doing all this, he did not start the code word directly, but opened the QQ software.

Suddenly a continuous “didi” sound sounded.

A glance at the message list revealed a helpless expression on his slashed face.

There is no connection with female readers, and it is a group of critics who are criticized at @ 他, so interesting.

After thinking about it, he opened the author group to see what the big brothers are talking about, and by the way learn some experience.

Blue shirt get drunk:

If there are such two websites, A and B, A bids a share of about 100 words, and there will be opportunities to travel abroad each year, and give the writer five benefits and one fund.

Website B is a reading department. There is no guarantee. It only costs 55% of the signing fee, but promises to make you a platinum contract within one year.

Then … Is there a relationship between these two websites and you? Are you still not coding in Shuiqun?

Yun Dongliu: I hid my private house money today, my wife didn’t know it, it was beautiful!

Qi Peijia: Leave today, go for a day, because I’m going to attend the reading conference!

Wu Ma Xing: This year I am the Twelve Heavenly Kings, with a bulging akimbo for a while (pleasing akimbo.jpg)

Zhuge Wanjun: Have you played Warcraft together? Set the code aside, the game will make you happy!

…

After looking at the chats of the big guys, they suddenly felt humble and weak, and then typed into a line of “big guys 666” skillfully, and then closed the group chat.

I opened the writer’s assistant again, clicked the outline list of “I’m the big man behind the scenes”, and tried to start coding.

But after typing the first line of words, he skillfully opened B station to watch the video, then opened steam to play the game, followed by a meeting, and the last person stood in front of the window and watched the night quietly.

As for the codeword? Isn’t it a single line of code?

He is such an author of self-discipline. When he says code words, he keeps saying, never act …

So today is another day on the street.

He is also in a low status in the author group, and can only look at the big brothers pretending to be envious, humble and authentic.

Of course, sometimes the big brothers in the group pretend to run into areas where he is better at, then it is time for him to play.

For example, compared to whose new book is more provocative, he deserves to jump out and say:

“Whoever I want to be!”

And with tears and screenshot data to tell the big brothers in the group, you are all younger brothers, I am the most punitive.

…

Glancing at the time, it was getting closer to the dawn.

One size fits all, knowing that it’s time to enter the status code, after all, there are still so many lovely readers waiting for updates. As a good author, they can’t live up to their expectations.

So he deleted the line typed in the morning and changed it to [Leave a day off and organize the outline].

The follow-up was only a few hundred words, and the task of the day was completed again. The paralyzed paralyzed sitting in the seat, it felt like a hard day passed.

Then he turned on his phone and started to view the books.

Dream Time: Even the most basic updates can’t be maintained, I misread you as the author (Angry.jpg)

Orange heart leaf: 嗝 ~ delicious ~

Fox Jiujun: Check in every day!

…

After a glance, there was a hint of shame on his slashed face.

Don’t I still have readers? How can I be sorry for them.

No, I have to delete the leave and start coding!

So with a serious look, he opened the author’s assistant again and clicked on the book “I’m the Big Brother”, but after glancing over the poor daily reading, his face still showed a helplessness.

When can I be a platinum reader … I can’t see the end of the road!

At this moment he suddenly thought of a post that I had seen by chance before. In the post, a very metaphysical altar is set up and described in detail. It is said that this altar can satisfy any wish of people.

If all this is true, then becoming a **** is just around the corner.

The altar described in the post is recorded in a dilapidated ancient book dug out of an ancient tomb, according to the landlord.

In this regard, do not believe in one-size-fits-all punctuation.

What a joke … I never believe in things like metaphysics!

But I glanced at the candle in the southeast corner. Then I opened the webpage skillfully, opened the post I collected at the time, and looked it up carefully …

Since the strength is not good, then try metaphysics to become a god.

After carefully reviewing the posts three times, it was clear that the way to set up the altar seems not difficult, and many materials can be found in reality.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the candle that was about to go out in the southeast corner again, and then opened the universal shopping website and placed a series of orders.

…

Soon a year passed quickly.

In the meantime, the sword was still on the street. As for the original purchase of materials to build the altar, he wished that he had long forgotten it. At that time, after waiting for a week after the altar was built, he lost interest and knew that those metaphysical things were not reliable.

Instead of believing that the gods behind the altar can make themselves a platinum writer, it is better to be a few yards longer, although the hope is slim, but at least there may be such a loss.

This day, the sword was being cut, and at that moment he felt that his back was cold, and then his right shoulder sank, and a voice murmured in his right ear:

“Lady, what is your wish?”

Yidaozhe was so scared that he jumped up from his seat, 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?” Gou Zi continued to repeat in a low tone.

“You … who are you?” Yidaozhe asked quickly.

“I am the **** behind the altar, now say your wish!” Gouzi continued to take a serious face.

It was a stab in a knife, and it took me a while to think that it seemed that I had indeed built an altar one year ago and made a wish.

However, he did not expect that the original attempt came true. At this moment, his worldview was impacted.

It turned out that the altar was real, there was a **** … emmm, the only thing I couldn’t figure out was why God would be a little white dog!

“Can you really fulfill my wish?” Yidaozhe asked in a puzzled tone.

“I am omnipotent, tell me your wish, as long as the equivalent can satisfy you!” The dog’s head looked a little proud.

“I want to write a super-selling book and become a platinum writer!” The expression of stabbing became gradually rejoicing.

“No problem, the next equivalent weighing!”

As the dog’s voice fell, its demon head appeared on its forehead, and then turned into a scale.

One end is connected with the street writer’s slashing, and the other dog puts a slashing digitized information about the wishes.

The scale was shaking, and slowly fell to the side.

Although tilted, it has reached a state of micro balance.

Seeing this, the dog nodded with satisfaction:

“Very well, your wish can be realized, let me elaborate on the content of your wish next!” Gouzi said with a stern expression on his face.

“That … you are God, it should be very simple for you. Just help me write a super-selling book, so that I can become a platinum writer!” He smirked and laughed, completely unaware of the price of wish What is it.

“Writing?” Gouzi looked stunned.

“Wait a minute, you and I will talk about it in detail!”

I heard everything across the board, and immediately began to explain in detail, publishing and writing the works, and then collecting readers’ monthly tickets, subscribing to evaluate the performance of the book, etc., one by one …

After listening for a while, the dog’s expression shook down.

He felt like he had taken the wrong order.

Gouzi learned from the forum exchanges that several players who have received their wishes have completed tasks that are either revenge or killing, and the process is easy and happy. And what kind of sand sculpture task did he take?

writing? I won’t!

But the first time he went out to do business, Gouzi did not intend to give up, so he continued to listen to analyze the writing content, and then nodded to indicate that he was listening.

After a moment, he said with anticipation:

“God, I said everything I should say. Can you do it!”

“No problem, let me go and let me write a book for you!” Gouzi stubbornly looked.

…

A month later, the same room.

The dog was lying on the computer desk with a dignified face, his claws turned into a phantom, and he frantically hit the keyboard.

In terms of writing talent, Gouzi made rapid progress.

From a few hundred words a day at the beginning, to 2 million words a day.

The only thing that remains the same is that the subscription is still 0 and the monthly pass is still 0. There are occasionally so many recommended tickets, which are given by the reader to see him poor. Now he has nothing to gain except for the attendance award.

Gouzi’s mentality exploded completely during this time.

How could there be such a wish, why did I promise to sign a contract with him, and he was the devil!

With sadness and indignation, today’s 2 million words are done. Gouzi looks forward to open the book to read the data, trying to find such a reader who may be watching.

However, after waiting for three hours, there are still no subscribers today.

At this moment, the mentality of the dog exploded completely and he raised the keyboard and slammed it.

Hiding a short distance away, he shivered.

From the initial admiration to the present fear, he felt that he should not have made a wish in the first place.

This mad dog has smashed his eight keyboards for a month, and there are still some loyal readers under the original “One-Shot” pen name, but since the dog’s ghostwriting, it has completely collapsed.

Until now, in addition to more than 10 running accounts under the pen name ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ nothing.

Even the editor advised him to change his career to move bricks, what did he write, there are more than two million words of hand speed, what to do is not good, why come to eat this meal!

He was sad and angry, but he didn’t dare to say or ask.

Fear of being torn up by this crazy dog!

I’m too difficult …

“Small knife, hurry up and buy a new keyboard, it must be a **** tomorrow!” At this moment, the dog’s shout came.

Hearing these words, Hidden Blade next door couldn’t help secretly tears.

What **** **** is a devil!

(One shot: The story of the small theater, do not substitute into the reality, I am not the same as the one shot in this chapter. I go to work every day, code at night, diligent and diligent QVQ, I also love readers, and do not know any dogs!)