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(I state in advance that there is no charge for this chapter. The content has nothing to do with the story itself and is purely for entertainment. Today is June 18th. It is exactly four months since the release of "Wushuang Soul Seal". I will release a single chapter as a commemoration. I also borrow this single chapter, Let everyone know about the author's profession, because I think you may be curious. At the same time, I would like to thank every book friend who supports me. I wish everyone a happy life and everything goes well.)
It¡¯s a hot summer day and it¡¯s already late at night.
I have been suffering from calcium deficiency since I was a child, sitting alone in front of the computer, with four eyes open, fighting against the radiation emitted by the computer screen.
He pressed down the palm and ring finger of his left hand at the same time, lightly clicked ctrl+s on the keyboard, and saved the manuscript without typing a few words. He crossed his legs and lay back on the bed underneath him. Zhang sat on the armchair with one armrest broken off.
"Hey, this plot is not good enough!"
Feeling the wind blowing from the small fan with USB interface that I bought on Pinduoduo for five yuan.
He manipulated the mouse with his right hand and clicked on the author backend of the Chuangshi Chinese website. Looking at the 250 collections displayed behind "Wu Shuang Soul Seal", he felt a burst of joy in his heart: "Xiao Shen, today's little advertisement is very useful. It's up again." 5 collections.¡±
Xiao Shen, who was studying the outline of "Unparalleled Soul Seal" on the side, looked up at the computer screen with disdain: "What's so interesting about such a small amount of data? When others only had 500,000 words, they already had 100,000 collected. , Aren¡¯t you just 250 now? Is this worthy of being so happy? You¡¯re a worthless thing.¡±
I have been suffering from calcium deficiency since I was a child, as if I had been stabbed hard in the heart.
He took a deep breath and argued with Xiao Shen: "Xiao Shen, can you not be so harsh when you speak? If you hit the point so directly, aren't you worried that I won't be able to handle it?"
Xiao Shen put down the outline in her hand: "Are you so fragile? Can't you bear this? Then I have to ask you again. It has been four months since you published your book. How many people are chasing your book now?"
He slid the mouse with his right hand and clicked on the subscription data in the author's backend. Looking at the 11 displayed below the average subscription of the chapter, he said excitedly: "The average subscription has increased by one again. Now there are at least 11 book friends who are spending their time." Money to subscribe to my novel.¡±
Xiao Shen shook his head: "I really don't want to hurt you. Do you know elementary school mathematics? Calculate how much your subscription income is."
Since he was a child, he was deficient in calcium and was dissatisfied with Xiao Shen for insulting his IQ. He even suspected that he didn't know elementary school mathematics.
For a long time, there has been a secret since he was a child. He has not told Xiaoshi. He not only meets primary school mathematics, but also realizes unique secret techniques in the process of learning primary school mathematics.
Since he mastered this secret skill, it is difficult for him to make mistakes in addition and subtraction within ten.
Since then, this secret skill has been regarded as a secret by him.
Over the years, countless people have asked him for advice: "Siyan, why do you raise your hands flat and fly with your fingers as soon as you start math class? Are you practicing some advanced martial arts?"
When asked by others, I have always laughed off my lack of calcium since I was a child. How can I just talk to outsiders about such profound knowledge and miraculous skills? That is a treasure that he will pass on to future generations.
At this moment, Xiao Shen actually provoked herself. She had been short of calcium since she was a child and vowed to calculate her subscription income within two minutes and use her own strength to slap Xiao Shen in the face.
I saw him raising his hands slightly, level with his shoulders, looking directly at his hands, and his thoughts were racing.
Each updated chapter is about 2,000 words. Depending on the level of the reader, the website charges 0.06 to 0.1 yuan. He can get half of it, which is 0.03 to 0.05 yuan (if he is a Qidian reader, it is half and half). Book coupon subscriptions are not included, and there is also a discount.
By updating two chapters every day, you can earn 0.06~0.1 yuan.
Cang Mang began to mutter in his heart: "0.06~0.1, how much is that?"
Finally, he had a flash of inspiration and took the middle number of 0.08 yuan.
He was delighted with his wisdom and said to himself: "I am really smart."
Next, he used the ten-finger counting method, pinching the fingers of both hands quickly, and he added up 11 0.08 at a speed that others could hardly imagine.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "I can make money every day"
Halfway, he was a little bit embarrassed.
His face was petrified, his hands were trembling a little, his eyes were empty and confused, and his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life: "No, this is impossible. Xiao Shen, help me get calcium tablets. My hands must be shaking due to calcium deficiency, so that's why wrong."
"There is no one at home anymore"He raised his hands and pressed his fingers lightly on the keyboard, but he still couldn't type a word.
He turned around again and asked Xiao Shen beside him: "Xiao Shen, why don't we publish a single chapter first and make the readers miserable?"
Xiao Shen thought for a while, nodded seriously and said, "I think it's okay, because now you have nothing to sell except misery."
The heart that has been deficient in calcium since childhood was stabbed again.
Together with the two previous swords, the three layers of marks stacked on his body triggered a passive effect called "If you don't praise me, I won't get up."
The moment the mark was triggered, a real damage of 99999 points floated from his head.
His eyes rolled up and his body fell down weakly again.
The world in front of you gradually disappeared, leaving only a bottomless darkness, and your body gradually became stiff and cold.
"Am I going to die?"
Dimly, a systematic voice came to his ears: "Your book friend is making a choice."
At the same time, two options appeared in front of him:
a. Your novel has received crazy praise from many book friends, and you can be resurrected with full health.
"Well written, I will promote your book list, introduce you to book friends, subscribe to you, give you five-star reviews, recommend tickets and monthly tickets, and I will give you some rewards when I get rich Hurry up Get up and get on with it.¡±
b. Your novel has been criticized wildly by many book friends, so you can die.
"Trash novel. Go to hell, author. I have already dug your new home for you. It faces south and is at an angle of 30¡ã to the meridian. It has excellent lighting."
Looking at the two options in front of me, I have been short of calcium since I was a child and roared madly in my heart: "No, I don't want to die, I still want to keep doing it. Someone please praise me" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com