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"Although I was not bad at writing when I was in school, but now the hand feels like flowing clouds and flowing water. It's really like the possession of a book saint."
Luo Yun picked up the pen again as he spoke, and wrote a signature in the lower right corner of the paper: Ning Xiaoyao.
"Well."
"It's not written well."
Luo Yun shook his head, grabbed the note casually, and threw it into the trash can.
"Master Yun!" Seeing this, a maid shouted in surprise, "You what are you doing?"
"Throw it away."
Luo Yun looked at her, he knew that the maid was called Xiaomei, "This is just a test pen, I didn't write it well."
"Then I don't know can you give it to me? I think it's very well written!"
Xiaomei asked boldly.
"Cough cough cough!!"
The housekeeper Lao Zhou hurriedly coughed a few times and glared at Xiaomei angrily.
"Yes I'm sorry, Master Yun, I was reckless."
Xiao Mei bowed her head and apologized.
Luo Yun, on the other hand, smiled casually, and handed the note to her casually, "If you want it, give it to you."
"Really?"
Xiaomei happily took it. Seeing Steward Zhou's fierce face, she stuck out her tongue with joy in her heart, and prepared to take it back for collection.
At this moment, Butler Zhou and the other three maids did not know.
After just a few years, the value of this copybook has soared to a staggering level - it can be exchanged for a 100-square-meter house in Binhai Third Ring Road.
After lunch, it was already half past one in the afternoon.
A strange phone call suddenly came from Pengcheng.
Pengcheng is a first-tier city in Huaguo, and its status in Pearl River Province is second only to the provincial capital Yangcheng.
Luo Yun thought it was a harassing phone call, but when he answered it, it was a girl with a nice voice.
"Hello, pleaseExcuse me, are you Ning Xiaoyao, the author of "The Chronicle of Immortals and Demons"?"
"Are you from Datang Chinese Network?"
Luo Yun pouted, "Didn't you refuse the visa? Why are you calling me?"
"Nosorry!"
"I first apologize to you on behalf of our company!"
The voice of Matcha, with a sincere apology, "Since all editors in our mailbox can view it, so our editor-in-chief rejected your manuscript, but I think your manuscript is very beautiful! It has great potential!! "
"Oh, you have eyes!"
Luo Yun smiled, changed his posture and sat on the sofa, "What's your name?"
"My name is Matcha, and I am the editor in charge of the fantasy group of Datang Chinese Network."
Matcha felt that the author's tone was very confident, which was quite different from other authors' voices when they answered the phone, "Is "Xian Mo Zhi" really your work? Do you hold all the copyrights of this work?"
"Why, do you suspect that I can't write such a work at a young age?"
"No, no, no no!"
The matcha is a bit stuttering, Luo Yun thinks it's quite amusing:
"Okay, if you want to sign a contract, just send the contract, I still have something to do."
After all, Datang Chinese.com is the leader in the industry. Luo Yun was too lazy to change places, so he planned to sign with the editor of this girl, but he didn't know if she was good-looking, ahem
"Then let's add a WeChat account, Ning Xiaoyao."
"Okay, that's my phone number."
hang up the phone.
Within a few seconds, a girl with a picture of a matcha cake added him, and the contract was also sent.
Luo Yun looked through it, and all the profits generated by the work are divided 50-50 with the website, which is quite reasonable. There was a printer in the manor, so he asked Xiaomei to print out a contract for him, filled out the information by himself, signed it, and sent it out.
"Fairy Net!"
"Help me upload the entire content of "The Mirror of Mountains and Seas" to the writer's background, and update ten chapters a day Oh no, twenty chapters!"
Luo Yun thought to himself.
In my mind, a line of small golden words immediately appeared: [To complete this operation, a one-time payment of 500 spirit stones is required]
Pay!
Ding!
The next second after paying the payment, more than 3 million words are divided into more than 1600 chapters, uploaded to the writer's background, and 20 chapters are updated every day, and it will take nearly three months to finish it It's cool to be true, you don't have to do anything, just wait to be famous and collect money
After finishing all this, he was about to go out when Wang Xizhi suddenly realized that? A message.
?Wang Xizhi: My lord, I have an unfeeling request from a humble official (a pitiful expression)
Luo Yuan: What's the matter?
Wang Xizhi: As you know, my lord, the spirits of the underworld will never feel hungry, but sometimes our spirit will
Luo Yuan: If you fart, just let it go, thank you
?Wang Xizhi: Ahem, I want to eat dumplings and pancakes, I don¡¯t know my lord
Wang Xizhi: Of course! I don't dare to bother my lord to help me in vain! There are still a few copybooks in Beizhi's home. If you are interested, I will go back and get them right away!
Luo Yuan: There are no dumplings and pancakes, do you want instant noodles?
Wang Xizhi: What are instant noodles?
Luo Yun ignored him, and asked a maid to make a bucket of old altar pickled cabbage noodles.
"This is Laotan Pickled Cabbage Noodles. It's much more delicious than dumpling pancakes. Try it."
Luo Yun sent a voice message to Wang Xizhi, then turned on the scan and sent the instant noodles.
the other side.
In a certain office in Wuchang Mansion of Hell, Wang Xizhi's face changed after hearing the voice:
"Old phlegm sauerkraut?"
"Thisis disgusting!"
"Why did Master Luo humiliate me?"
"I just want to eat a bowl of dumplings! Woohoo!"
Wang Xizhi was very sad.
Later, after receiving the red envelope, he took out the things to have a look.
"Huh?"
"What is this?"
On the table in front of him was a bucket of steaming instant noodles with a plastic fork stuck in it.
Wang Xizhi, an ancient man, didn't know what it was at all, he only felt the taste of old phlegm pickled cabbage noodles
"Wow!"
"smell good!"
"Brother Wang, what good food are you secretly eating?"
At this moment, a civil servant in his fifties, wearing the uniform of Wuchang Mansion, walked into Wang Xizhi's office.
Smelling the fragrance emanating from the noodle bucket, I was amazed, astonished!
"Brother Choduan!"
Wang Xizhi stood up and sighed, "It's exhausting to say"
"What?"
"Old phlegm? Sauerkraut?"
"Master Luo is too much!"
Zhang Zeduan slapped the table angrily, and said impassionedly, "We literati and inkmen, although we don't have great skills, we also have a strong character! How can we eat people's phlegm and suffer this humiliation?"
Wang Xizhi shook his head.
Just at this time, a clerk came in, "Wang Xizhi, the master clerk told you to come over."
"good."
"Brother Zeduan, wait for me a moment."
After Wang Xizhi bid farewell to Zhang Zeduan, he went out with the document.
When he came back after reporting his work, he was surprised to find¡ª¡ª
Zhang Zeduan sat on his seat, held an instant noodle fork in his hand, and blew on the hot noodles, "Suck!" He took a sip, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, and smiled while chewing:
"Oh, it smells so good!"
"Sweet batch!"
Wang Xizhi stared blankly, "Brother Zeduan, youyou are"
"Brother Wang, are you back?"
Zhang Zeduan waved at him with a happy smile on his face.
"Quick! Come and taste Master Luo's old phlegm pickled cabbage noodles, Made, absolutely!"
"Brother, I was entertained by the emperor in Yangjian, and I ate all the delicacies in the world, and I have never eaten such delicacies!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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