At the end of the meeting, everyone returned to the hotel where they were staying.

The first competition will start at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning.

After lunch, Mr. Hu told everyone that they could go out to play, but they couldn't run around, and they had to come back before 8 o'clock in the evening.

The sun is poisonous, and everyone doesn't want to go out to play, and there is air conditioning in the hotel.

Ding Weiwei lay on the bed, studying the matter of writing a love letter to Tang Kexin.

And Zhang Xiaoqiang is using this rare time to update the code word.

There was a crackling sound of keyboards in the room.

"Zhang Xiaoqiang, what are you doing?" Ding Weiwei couldn't help but be curious.

"Ah, it's okay, I'll write something. ”

"What did you write?"

Ding Weiwei got up from the bed and stared at the computer screen.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want him to know about writing a novel, so he hurriedly closed the page of the codeword, explaining: "The novel I wrote, written blindly, written for fun, hehe......"

"Really, you still write novels?"

Ding Weiwei looked at him in surprise: "I also like to read novels, and now I'm anxious about a novel, how did the villain written in the sixth year of junior high school practice, have you read it?"

Let me tell you, if you want to learn to write novels, I suggest you take a look at this villain, this villain is really good-looking, it makes people's blood boil, Xie Wendong in it is really awesome, I want to mess with him. ”

"Hmm......" Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but smile, this novel was written by me, you don't know it yet.

"I'm sure it's pretty well written, and I've read it too. ”

Ding Weiwei nodded: "Xiaoqiang, you will write later, I went to bed early yesterday and didn't read the update of the bad guy, can you let me read it for a while?"

"Okay!"

He is reading his own novels, and Zhang Xiaoqiang naturally will not refuse.

Half an hour later, Ding Weiwei quit the Singularity Novel Network unsatisfied: "Hey, although there are a lot of updates this week on the sixth day of the new year, I always can't read enough, by the way, Xiaoqiang, what novel did you write, let me see it, okay?"

"I just wrote it to play, and I didn't sign a contract. ”

"Alright then, you can keep writing. ”

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the computer, two and a half hours later, 8,000 words were completed, I checked the typos, logged in to the Singularity Novel Network, and the update was completed.

stretched his waist and was about to drink saliva, but found that Zhang Xiaoqiang was standing behind him at some point.

Looking at his eyes, it was like seeing a monster.

"Wei Wei, why are you looking at me like this?" Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that something was wrong.

Ding Weiwei's eyes became eager, and his voice trembled: "You, you are the sixth junior high school, you are the author of the villain!"

"What nonsense are you talking about. ”

"Don't lie to me, I saw it all just now. ”

Ding Weiwei was so excited that he grabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang's arm: "I saw it just now, you have logged in to the backstage of the Singularity Novel Network, you are updating the bad guys! Idol, you are my idol!"

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes helplessly: "I hope you keep it secret for me, I am not allowed to mention it to anyone about writing a novel." ”

"Definitely, that is, definitely. Ding Weiwei obviously hadn't reacted from the shock: "I really didn't expect that you would be the author of the villain, my God, Brother Qiang, your writing is so good, you must do me a favor." ”

"What's the busy?"

Ding Weiwei's old face flushed: "I've liked Tang Kexin for a long time, but he didn't even look at the love letter I wrote to her, your writing is so good, you can help me write a love letter, okay?"

"This ...... Wei Wei, we are still students, and we should focus on studying. ”

"I know, but I really like her, I beg you Brother Qiang, anyway, I won't delay you for a long time. ”

"Alright then, I'll write it for you when I get back to school. Zhang Xiaoqiang reluctantly agreed.

"Then there will be a drama between me and Tang Kexin, I heard that Kexin is a member of the Qingcao Literature Society, Brother Qiang, your writing is so good, the love letter you write will definitely move Kexin!" Ding Weiwei raised his arms and shouted: "Brother Qiang, don't worry, I will definitely not forget your great kindness, when I have money, I will invite you to a big meal." ”

"The meal is free, but I must keep the story of writing a novel a secret. ”

"Oh!"

At the same time, the editorial department of the supernatural world.

Today is the day of the magazine's release.

Looking at the dismal sales figures, the brows of the editor Blue Bird suddenly twisted into a pimple.

The recent launch of the god-making program in the supernatural world has indeed attracted many submissions from writing enthusiasts.

But this issue of the magazine has no world, resulting in the sales of this issue of the magazine, directly hitting the bottom!

There is nothing wrong with creating and cultivating local gods, signing lifelong contracts for these potential authors, and buying five insurances and one housing fund for them.

The disadvantage is that the cycle is too long and the upfront investment is too large.

If these potential authors do not have amazing and representative works, it is difficult for readers to become viscous or dependent on them.

After all, some readers only recognize the author, and the magazine they buy will be the one they publish their articles in.

And the first issue of the world went to the folk ghost story, coupled with the vigorous promotion of the folk ghost story, it directly made the sales of this issue of the folk ghost story reach an unprecedented height!

The sales volume is directly as much as five times that of the supernatural world!

Folk ghost stories themselves are the magazines with the most excellent authors, and with the addition of the great gods, it not only has an impact on the sales of the supernatural world, but also has a great impact on several other supernatural magazines.

For a while, there were lamentations, and the folk ghost stories were forcing them to their deaths, and if this continued, several other magazines had to close their doors.

However, if you complain, you can only talk about it internally, the folk ghost stories are rich and rich, and they can give the world a high price, and they have given the world shares.

Jingle bells!

The mobile phone next to the computer rang, and the blue bird looked at it and showed that it was the general manager calling.

"Hey, Mr. Xing. ”

The general manager of the supernatural world is called Xing Yong.

"Blue Bird, the sales of this issue of our magazine surprised me a little, I gave you three million, and you sold me so much?"

"Mr. Xing, although I have three million in my hands, I can't dig people at all, the plan I submitted to you, you have also seen it, it is not easy to cultivate our local gods, I still need some time......"

Xing Yong interrupted him: "Blue Bird, I am a person who only looks at the results, not the process.

Anyway, I'll call you for 3 million, and the sales of this issue of the magazine are a loss compared to our investment.

I'll give you three months, and if you can't make the magazine profitable, then I'm going to shut down the supernatural world.

I'm a businessman, and I'm in business, and I can't bring me profits for products, so why should I keep him. ”

"Okay, I know Mr. Xing. ”

Hanging up the phone, the blue bird took a deep breath, three months, from a loss to a profit, it is not easy to say.

Besides, the supernatural world doesn't even have a top-notch author at this time.

A few authors who are not bad, compared to the world, are simply insignificant.

At this time, the editor Ash came over: "Boss, I just received a call from a reader asking why there is no March article in this issue. ”

He said he was busy at home and didn't have time to write. Bluebird sighed.

"Boss, have you seen it, as soon as the world leaves, the sales of our magazine have reached the bottom......"