Lin Miao and Ding Shaoyi's bargaining is a tacit bet between the two parties.

Lin Miao is betting that "Demon Hunting Notes" will inevitably become popular, and it doesn't matter how much money "The Truth" makes, even if you don't lose money, Ding Shaoyi is betting on the market value of Lin Miao's words in the next few years. At present, Lao Lin is on the street, and Lao Di is also pinched by Lin Miao's throat of fate, so he can only work for Lin Miao as a long-term worker, and the other contracted writers under the publishing house are not particularly competitive-

Not to mention the question of whether to make money or not, that group of extremely tall guys, obviously can't afford to eat, but they are still chasing their literary dreams without changing their minds, nine out of ten are He Shengming's virtues, dreaming of writing an immortal world-class masterpiece every day, it is the norm to submit 20,000 or 30,000 words a month, and those who can write 50,000 words a month are considered explosive players, and some guys can't even hand over 10,000 words, but fortunately, the contract is signed, and the publishing house is not responsible for paying them wages, otherwise Ding Shaoyi can really do it with a kitchen knife to urge the manuscript。 So it's really unrealistic to expect them to make money for the publishing house.

In fact, if the publishing house were not supported by the explosive income of "Looking for Immortals", and the three books "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard", "Strange Residence and Micro" and "Asking" still had residual warmth, Lao Lin pounced so suddenly, and all the manuscripts outside were cut off at one time, maybe the society would not even be able to pay wages now. If it really comes to that point, even if she Ding Shaoyi cries, shouts, and kneels and begs to return to the arms of "Dongou Daily", the leaders of the daily newspaper group may not agree. After all, there are more than 600 employees in the publishing house and the printing department, even local and out-of-town, and there are more than 600 employees brought out by her.

In this case, Ding Shaoyi spent her time and tried to support Lin Miao, a "young writer" with a shining prodigy halo, which is almost her only choice at present. And Lin Miaoken took the initiative to reduce the commission of the new book "The Truth", which was signed separately, in Ding Shaoyi's eyes, it was a proactive statement and thinking about the publishing house.

So in this bet, Ding Shaoyi and Lin Miao are willing to gamble, and there is a possibility of a win-win situation.

Lin Miao returned to the hotel in the evening, and after dinner, he locked himself in the room - of course, he has been doing this every day these days, anyway, in the eyes of Lao Lin, who has been fragile and sensitive recently, no matter what Lin Miao does in the room, it is "My son really looks down on me, and he doesn't watch the news with me anymore, and you have such good grades and regain hair, you are obviously hiding from being a father, right?

But no matter how much drama Lao Lin has in his heart, Lin Miao really doesn't have the time to deal with him, otherwise if he chats casually, he will disappear unconsciously in half an hour, and he really can't afford to waste this time......

When Lin Miao spread out the four hundred squares, he was both entangled and helpless in his heart.

It was supposed to be a day of sprinting before the exam, but it turned out to be a waste of a night of writing, and I really cried. But if he doesn't write, and he's afraid that the popularity of "Looking for Immortals" will pass, even if the money he earns is enough to comfortably spend next year, the year after next, and the year after that, but what about the future?

No matter how you pinch your fingers, even if he will graduate from junior high school next year, there will still be a long time before he graduates from college, and the double pressure of studying and supporting his family will last for a long, long time with the naked eye......

"Alas. Lin Miao sighed lightly and took another deep breath.

Raising his hand to look at the time, he began to get rid of distractions and get to work. From 7 o'clock in the evening to 9:30 o'clock, in just two and a half hours, even the idea and writing, and handwriting, is actually not small, it is considered to be a warm-up for next year's National Junior High School Student Essay Competition.

Looking up at the ceiling, after five or six minutes of brewing, Lin Miao gradually had a picture in his mind, so he picked up his pen and started-

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, in the tower of the church in the small town of Roginia named Hanwell, a bronze bell the size of a domestic wine vat rings three times in quick succession, a tradition that has been established for five hundred years in the town, reminding certain nocturnal creatures that the darkest hour is coming to an end and the dawn sun is approaching. The bell-ringer was the church's night watchman, and like all the priests in the church, he wore a uniform with a cross on it, but without a hat, and was apparently a trainee priest.

After the trainee priest rang the bell, he went downstairs in a slightly panicked manner, and did not have the momentum of warning others at all, but seemed to be in a hurry to find a safe place to hide after the bluff was over. The young man standing firmly on the spire above the tower, with strong night vision, watched the young figure in black run away, showing a playful smile.

A cold night breeze blew across his face, and the temperature was cold enough at the high latitudes of October. Many nocturnal animals should start to reduce their nocturnal activities at this time, but young men are well aware that there are some things that become more active in winter. Especially today, on the 16th day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the 15th moon is 16 round, God knows how the group of things that survive by eating liquid food like mosquitoes evolved this kind of reflex that is excited and difficult to suppress on the night of the full moon?

Is it the same reason for migrating and spawning with salmon?

So as soon as they arrive on the night of the full moon in winter, they have to bite people everywhere to develop the offline line?

Well, this reasoning is very scientific and logical!

The young man looked at the various spired buildings beneath him, convinced that his judgment was correct.

Suddenly, at this moment, a black shadow that was indistinguishable to the naked eye flashed fifty or sixty meters ahead. The young man instinctively jumped up from the roof, and at the same time, there was an extra charm in his right hand, a sharp claw seemed to poke out of the night out of nowhere, and the fingertips slashed through the tip of the young man's nose, with a strong smell of blood, and the young man's right hand shook, and the charm flew out like lightning, like a solid body, and stuck to the air in front of him.

The young man who fell from the tower shot a rope out of his sleeve. The rope swirled around the roof of the tower, and the young man jumped back up to the tower with a light step on the side wall of the house. Looking at the air with a charm in front of him, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, lit them and exhaled them, and said to himself in English: "In order to catch you, Lao Tzu went to four cram schools." The best score for the history of the origin of blood creatures, all of them are multiple-choice questions, I bought the answer from the senior, and also bought the invigilator, and I didn't even turn the book to get a full score; the blood identification is a little troublesome, I need to memorize the textbook by myself, Lao Tzu assaulted two whole nights before the exam, and Hongta Mountain has taken out three packs; Is it possible that after I shoot you to death, I still have to do a legal service for you? The unit didn't allocate this budget......"

The young man chattered, and the air in front of him twisted a little, revealing a huge silhouette.

It was a humanoid creature with a bunch of giant star bat wings, burly, hairy, but bald. The charm of the young man was attached to its wings. The bald, majestic bat monster turned and stared directly at the young man. The young man looked at it, but his expression was disgusted. It was a miserable white face, a standard white face, but under the face, there were criss-crossed, clearly distinguishable red blood vessels, the pupils in his eyes were bright red, and then he grinned, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

The young man looked at the legendary vampire in front of him carefully for a moment, and couldn't help but condemn: "It's scary to come out in the middle of the night when you look so ugly, you species, there is a problem with absolute thinking and morality!"

"Black Flame!" The monster didn't fight with the young man at all, and a black pillar of fire went straight towards the young man's face. The young man dodged sideways, letting the pillar of fire almost touch his body, and at the same time suddenly realized, it turned out that vampires used black spells, and had to cooperate with the formula, no wonder they had to learn English!

The young man was full of slander, took out a gun from his waist with his left hand, and pressed the trigger on the monster, the muzzle of the gun flashed, and a silver bullet slashed like a meteor, hitting the center of the monster's eyebrows, piercing the back of its head, and instantly breaking a huge hole in the back of the monster's head. The bloodclan who was hit in the brain shook twice, lost his center of gravity, and fell straight downstairs with a muffled bang, smashing on the concrete floor of the town, splashing a large pool of unpleasant-smelling overnight blood.

The young man came down from the upper floor and stood beside the monster in embarrassment, not knowing what he was thinking.

Beside him, there were suddenly countless black shadows, which flashed with a bang.

The young man did not panic and counted, "One, two, three, four...... Twenty-eight, did the whole litter come out?"

As the words fell, the originally empty street was suddenly filled with bald bat monsters.

The young man smiled and asked, "Do you know why I don't have enough money?"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his gun and shot it into the air.

A flare exploded in the air, and a purple light suddenly lit up at the very edge of the town. The light, denser than a fishing net, quickly gathered from all sides of the town towards where the young man stood. The monsters standing in the middle of the road looked terrified, but they all found themselves unable to move.

The young man pointed to the ground, where a large array of gossip appeared.

"Why am I waiting for you here? Why did you all get in? Because you are uneducated, and you don't like to use your brains. The young man calmly stood in the middle of a group of monsters.

At this time, the purple light finally came to this position.

On both sides of the road, countless small light bulbs lit up at the same time.

As soon as the monsters that were illuminated by the light came into contact with the light, plumes of smoke came out.

Screams of pain emanated from their mouths and reverberated throughout the town.

The young man took out a mask and put it on, and continued to act like a narrator, with a smile in his eyes: "Bald Bat Monster, commonly known as vampire, scientific name Pan-European Bald Bat Monster, self-proclaimed blood clan, according to the degree of danger, from top to bottom, it is divided into five levels of duke and uncle, and the duke-level blood clan has the ability of stealth, transfiguration, and the use of black magic, and is burly, can speak out, and has two weaknesses, first, hit the head with a silver bullet to make sure that the bull's-eye is shot in the head, and second, direct ultraviolet radiation." You uneducated monsters can't imagine that I used all the funds to buy ultraviolet lamps, which are eight million, and even the sewers here are installed. Lao Tzu alone saved a light bulb factory that was on the verge of bankruptcy!"

The young man was excited, and a monster closer to him stretched out its claws in pain at the young man, and roared, "Who the hell are you?"

"Me?" the young man smiled slightly, "My name is Shayang, a name that can only be transliterated but not transliterated, I work in the Third Squadron of the First Brigade of the Dark Night Garrison District of Far East City, the title is Sergeant Demon Hunter, 21 years old, unmarried. Today I came to visit relatives, and by the way, I received a business trip assignment and took the task bonus to subsidize the cost of visiting relatives. ”

"Subsidy?" the monster's eyes widened, and it seemed to have been greatly insulted before it died, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

Bald old ghost, dead without blinking his eyes.