It took most of the night for Zhang Xiaoqiang to finally understand that this is a parallel world similar to the earth, but with some differences.

That's right, he crossed.

In this world, there is no Journey to the West, no Water Margin, and no Condor Heroes written by Jin Yong.

As for online novels, there are, but there are no three young and potatoes, and there is no Douluo Continent and Dou Po Firmament.

In his previous life, he was a street Internet writer, he didn't work well in a state-owned enterprise, he had to write some online novels, and his monthly manuscript fee was less than 2,000, and finally his girlfriend proposed to break up.

Even the best buddies celebrate their birthdays, and he doesn't dare to go because he is afraid that he won't be able to get a decent birthday present.

Now that you have traveled to Bluestar, you can bring the high-tech on the earth, WeChat, QQ, Taobao, Meituan, Didi Taxi......

But after thinking about it, I felt that it was very difficult to operate.

In his previous life, although he graduated from university, he didn't know how to program at all, and he didn't study the Internet.

Coupled with this parallel world, who knows that the Internet theory on the earth will not work in Blue Star.

Speculating on stocks?

However, what is this stock, Zhang Xiaoqiang has not studied anything so far.

Speculating in real estate?

Forget it, Zhang Xiaoqiang after the crossing is just a junior high school student, speculating in real estate is a capital operation, and millions of dollars are often invested in it, how can he have so much money?

Several occupations that seemed to be very rich were denied by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Eventually, he came up with the idea of online articles.

Web article.

Yes, I still wrote an online article, although he was a standard street hit in his previous life, but he didn't know how many times he had read the classic works of the great gods, and the plot had already been engraved in his mind.

And these classics do not exist in this parallel world.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who couldn't bear it, immediately searched again to learn about the world's literary websites.

It's similar to the earth, and there are big and small literary websites, and in general, Singularity, Hengyue, and China Literature are dominant.

Among them, Singularity is the most powerful, and it is also a concentration camp of great gods, with more than seventy percent of the great god authors in the entire online literature industry, accounting for more than eighty percent of the online literature market.

In his previous life, the words of the editor of the small website were still in his ear.

"Xiaoqiang, this is the golden chapter you wrote? You elementary school student's writing, I suggest you still find a job. ”

"Please, don't contribute to me, you go and harm other websites, other editors, okay?"

"I still have to guarantee this, I can't give you pure points!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little indignant.

Hmph, I'm hitting the streets? Now I have countless classics in my brain, as long as I post all these works on the Internet, money, reputation?

Even if I write a random piece of the soldier king and son-in-law in my previous life, it will cause countless authors to follow suit in this world, right?

After registering a pen name called "Chu Liu" on the Singularity Novel Network, Zhang Xiaoqiang created a new book, How the Bad Guy Works.

The reason why he used the pen name of the sixth day of the first month is because Zhang Xiaoqiang traveled to this parallel world on the day it happened to be the sixth day of the first month.

And how the bad guy is trained is the first online novel Zhang Xiaoqiang has read.

How many years have passed, and the degree of obsession with this book at that time is still vivid, a thick pirated paper book bought from a stall, read in class, read after class, and even go to the toilet.

Close your eyes, and the plot of the bad guy flashes through my mind like a movie.

What Zhang Xiaoqiang is doing now is to narrate these plots in a literary way.

Somehow, he found that the speed of his code words had reached four thousand per hour, which was twice as high as the two thousand per hour in his previous life.

Two hours passed, four chapters, 8,000 words were completed, and after checking and confirming that there were no typos and no flaws in the plot, Zhang Xiaoqiang uploaded the chapters.

At this time, Lanxing was in the "black iron period" of online literature, and there was only a share, and there was no guaranteed buyout.

Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care, it doesn't matter if he divides his achievements.

After uploading the chapters, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked out the window, the sky was gradually brightening, and he was about to get up, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the calendar on the table, today is Sunday, no need to go to school.

The owner of the body he gave up, also called Zhang Xiaoqiang, is in his third year of junior high school this year.

A complete bad student.,The bastard in the class.,Often do something out of the ordinary.。

"Xiaoqiang, I've cooked a meal for you, I won't come back at noon, I left you ten yuan on the table, you can buy whatever you want to eat." ”

Walking out of the bedroom, a woman in a sanitation vest was preparing to leave.

Looking at this strange and familiar woman, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a sour feeling in his heart.

In his previous life, when Zhang Xiaoqiang was three years old, his parents divorced, and he grew up with his grandmother.

He never knew what his mother's love and father's love were, but at this moment, listening to the advice of a strange woman, he secretly clenched his fists, don't worry, Mom, my son must not live up to your expectations.

After eating breakfast, Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately returned to the room and began to code.

After the novel is published at Singularity, after reaching 30,000 words, a special editor will review it, and if the contract criteria are met, the editor will contact the author through the website backend.

All morning, Zhang Xiaoqiang was tapping on the keyboard.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped and looked at the number of words, which was already 24,000 words, plus the previous 8,000, a total of 32,000, which had reached the website's review and signing standards.

After uploading a total of 24,000 words for a total of twelve chapters, Zhang Xiaoqiang went out with the ten yuan left by his mother.

First ate something nearby, and then Zhang Xiaoqiang went to Xinhua Bookstore.

His knowledge of the world is mainly through computers, but this is relatively limited, and the best way to learn more is through books.

The streets are full of people and traffic, just like the earth in the previous life.

When he arrived at Xinhua Bookstore, Zhang Xiaoqiang learned about the history of this world through the history column, which is similar to the history of the earth.

This country, called Huaguo, has the same long history as China five years ago, and it has also been invaded by foreign powers, and it has also become a prosperous country with many difficulties, and now it has become one of the top economic and military powers.

The difference is that there are no great poets like Li Bai and Du Fu in this country, nor are there great poets like Su Shi and Ouyang Xiu, there are four famous books, but it is not Journey to the West, Dream of Red Mansions, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, but four other books.

In addition, there are no myths and stories such as Nuwa creating people, Houyi shooting the sun, and Jingwei reclamation.

"Yo, the young man likes to read books so much, and he also likes to read history?"

An old voice came from behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and saw that it was an old man about seventy with white hair.

Although he is old, he is in good spirits, especially a pair of eyes, shining with a kind of wisdom, giving people the feeling that this old man is a very learned person.

"Yes, sir, I like history more. ”

"Old sir, old sir. ”

The old man muttered to himself: "You call me old man, no one has called me that for a long time, I remember when I was in school, I also called our teacher that, this young man, can you tell me what books you read?"