391 The Daily Life of an Online Writer

"Well, that's a very useful piece of information. Zhou Qiang nodded his head, smiled with satisfaction, and touched his nose, "It seems that that the abandoned earthen house is greasy." The area of the orphanage must be quite extraordinary! It is really interesting that we were able to find a site in Yanjing City, which has a population of tens of millions, which often only exists in the deep mountains and old forests. Looks like I'm going to have to pay a visit to the orphanage. ”

"Let Uncle Wei accompany you, he is the most sensitive to this kind of thing, and besides, he is well-informed, he should know the knowledge of those elixirs. Zhao Rouge said, "I will also ask my father to see if our Zhao family has any information about this." However, I think the medicine field you mentioned is very interesting, and it must be quite useful. Because this is far-sightedness, this will bring us the cultivation resources for sustainable development!"

"Well, in the future, we can also train those children to become qualified medicine field managers and help us grow these things, which is also a way out in the future. After all, according to various intelligence, the earth is ushering in a revival of aura, so at that time, countless elixir seeds will break through the ground and grow like mushrooms after a rain. Chu Tangtang smiled and said, "I think that in the future, the treasure medicine will become a new species on the earth." ”

"Perhaps. ”

Zhou Qiang took a deep breath: "It's really strange to say, the situation in this regard is really appearing more and more frequently, and it is really quite exciting." What is the era after the revival of Reiki?"

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Suburb.

In a short-term rental at the foot of Twin Hammer Mountain.

After typing the last line, Wang Zhiheng rubbed his fingers, which suffered from mild synovitis, slid the mouse, copied and pasted the latest chapter of the novel to the author's background of the novel website he signed on, and clicked publish.

Today is October 31st, and he will be able to get the perfect attendance award after completing the last 6,000 words. Finally, he stretched his waist, pushed away the cheap ergonomic chair, and went to boil the instant noodles, ready to fill the hungry temple.

During the three-minute waiting for the bread to swell, Wang Zhiheng glanced at the manuscript fee figures, as miserable as ever.

There are few genuine subscribers, and he is a little disappointed, but fortunately, most of the online writers have long been accustomed to this kind of sour taste of hitting the street in a lonely cold night.

Next month, I will still be shy in my pocket, and my days will be tight and stretched.

Looking at the high-rise buildings outside the glass window melancholy, he was full of envy, he also wanted to have a snail home of his own in the bustling and lively metropolis, but unfortunately the huge city did not have an inch of his place to stand.

Wang Zhiheng was depressed for a moment, glanced at his novel again, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and said to himself: "Alas, urban novels, I should write more beautiful girls with bee waists and buttocks to attract attention, ambiguity is the king...... But now that the country is harmonious and the breasts are forbidden to be depicted, how can we play erotic edge balls in the future? Is it 'a pair of bouncing big white-rabbits', or 'snow-tender half-balls about to burst out of the clothes'......, or 'trembling-trembling-weighing-full'? Gotta research and research. ”

Wang Zhiheng, who had a sad face, opened a copy of "How to Become a Best-Selling Author" and absentmindedly skimmed through the two chapters, his mind confused. He was worried about how he would repay his bank student loans, and the bizarre car accident thirteen years ago had crushed his parents into meat sauce.

Wang Zhiheng still remembers the nightmarish scarlet scene of the car accident, his parents lying in a pool of blood, their necks broken, and their bodies twisted like the honey twist he was chewing on.

If he hadn't had the scholarship fund signed by the state, I am afraid that he would have been on the streets like a group of Fa Xiao back then, reduced to a ruffian, and then executed by the bigwigs in a brawl, and the corpse was not collected, and finally became a delicious meal for maggots. He is very grateful, so he doesn't want to be in arrears, but his talent in writing is really mediocre, he has been hitting the streets, basically not saving a few dollars, and he is weak, he is a medicine jar, whenever he has a little savings, he will be emptied of his pockets by diseases big and small.

Soon, the scent of instant noodles came, and his already sluggish spirit was shaken, and he didn't want to imagine a hopeless future anymore.

Meizi chewed the ham sausage, swallowed the instant noodles in three or five bites, Wang Zhiheng opened the latest episode of "One Piece" on the video website, and watched it while eating.

At this moment, Wang Zhiheng suddenly saw a letter next to his hand, which was actually sent from abroad, because the postmark, envelope and stamp were all from the United States. He wondered if he didn't have any relatives since his parents died in a car accident, and several of his friends had also called directly, so only the bank occasionally sent him letters about student loans over the years.

As soon as he opened the letter, Wang Zhiheng only read the first two lines, and he couldn't help but lean forward and lean back with laughter: "Liars are really stupid, they don't go to the rich second generation, and they actually come to fool a poor bastard like me." Even if you squeeze me dry, it will only give you a few hundred yuan, can you earn back the cost? Hehe, poverty makes me immune to liars. ”

I saw that the letter paper was impressively written: from the will of Mr. Wang Busi, chairman of Singapore Fu Shou Kang Jewelry Co., Ltd., chairman of Myanmar Jade Investment Company, and chairman of Thames River Ferry Operating Company.

The subtitle reads: To my nephew, the future novelist I have never met, Wang Zhiheng.

I have to say that the liar is really willing to pay for it.

Wang Zhiheng's father's name is Wang Busan. The father's name is Wang Busan, and the liar's uncle is called Wang Busi, well, it's not three, it seems very logical. Tsk, my grandparents are simply sick in the brain, and they give their children such inconsistencies.

Wang Zhiheng chuckled, according to the general trick of a liar, the letter would definitely tell him that he was about to inherit a large amount of wealth, however!

Yes, the point is "yet".

However, you have to pay a 10% inheritance tax to get the entire inheritance, so the scammer will let himself deposit tens of thousands of dollars into a bank account, and then, of course, there will be no more. The scammer will take the money as soon as possible, and then go to find the next stupid donkey to continue the fraud, and you can only wait for three or five days stupidly, and then realize that you have been fooled, but it is too late.

"Let me see if your letter is ...... according to the routine," Wang Zhiheng was about to continue reading.

But he was stunned to see countless scarlet bewitching mist pouring out of the envelope, converging into a group of ghostly spirits with teeth and claws, surrounding him!

Wang Zhiheng's ears also heard a strange roar, like tinnitus, and then a strong nausea suddenly welled up in his stomach, dizzy, he staggered to his feet, and saw blood gushing out of his mouth, nose, eyes and ears in the mirror.

Seven Tricks Bleed!

Weakness in the hands and feet.

The muscles twitched violently and trembled.

Wang Zhiheng lay on the floor softly and passed out.

Before closing his eyelids, Wang Zhiheng's eyeballs were unexpectedly clear, and he clearly saw the extremely shocking and even almost fantastic scene outside the cheap rough house he rented, as well as two men:

A blazing white sword light pierced into the Nine Heavenly Gates, like a thunderbolt, and on the flying sword stood an elegant middle-aged man with fairy wind bones, a gilded red fire spinning on his shoulder, a piece of blue crystal ice, a cube of metal, a miniature lush green tree, and a rock like a model of Everest, they rolled in a loop, endlessly.

That is the first man, on his shoulders stood three white and tender babies, they looked very strange, like some traditional Chinese medicine, and Wang Zhiheng is a novelist, when he flipped through the information, he had a superficial understanding of these traditional Chinese medicines, so he could barely distinguish them. They all hold a sword box in their hands, like the sword boy in the myth of Shushan.

The second man is also very strange, with black and white wings that symbolize angels and fallen angels respectively, he is elegant and calm, and his demeanor is impeccable, as if in a Western fantasy story, the kind of grand duke who wields a sword and slays a dragon, he is wrapped in a graceful and elegant black velvet cloak, which is decorated with countless shining diamonds, in the sparkling moonlight, like the bright stars of the Milky Way flowing, and his right arm is actually surrounded by eight suspended miniature planets, like the eight planets of the solar system.

Just a glimpse, it was clearly imprinted in Wang Zhiheng's mind, making him unforgettable for a long time!

The first man was covered in a blazing white light, like a king, and the second man was wrapped in a scarlet light, like a hegemon.

Wang Zhiheng saw them chase away, rushed to the south, and disappeared into the starlight.

Then, Wang Zhiheng fainted mysteriously.

What he didn't notice was that as his hand fell weakly, out of the will came a Swiss bank cheque that was absolutely true and valid and could be withdrawn anywhere at once, and the amount was impressive: 1,000,000.

The symbol is "$", not "¥", which means that it is US dollars!

Wang Zhiheng was stunned, what he didn't notice was that after he fainted, his whole body suddenly boiled a rich scarlet color.

It was a thick mist of blood.

It was a rampant rain of blood.

Wang Zhiheng's eyes also suddenly turned into a ruby-like demonic color, which was extremely weird.

Then, his whole body was strangely levitated.

Meanwhile.

Suddenly there was a rainstorm all over the world, and it came very strangely, because almost all the weather forecasts in the world said that the sky was sunny and suitable for going out, and the moon was sparse, and there was no sign of rain at all.

However, the rainstorm has come strangely!

Accompanied by bursts of lightning and thunder.

In the rumbling thunder, all the innate martial artists couldn't help but raise their hands to look at the sky and realize something.

Because it was a real spiritual rain!!

In the droplets of water, all wrapped in a strong aura, and in the violent thunder, there is also an indescribable might, as if to announce to the planet: a new, mysterious, strange era has come.

On this day, the global aura concentration skyrocketed by 108 times!!

On this day, countless awakened people like Wang Zhiheng appeared one after another!!

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The sorting out of the treasure medicine lasted for a long time.

The reason is that after being in contact with them for a long time, they will be affected by the strong fragrance of the elixir, which will cause the blood and qi in the body to boil.

This means that the quality of the treasure medicine is excellent, and the fragrance alone contains a surging aura, which can affect people nearby, but it also causes great trouble to the finishing work.

So, they can only do it and stop and take it slowly.

The sorting work lasted for about 24 hours, and they finally got used to coming into contact with these precious medicines, and they all took stock and processed them.

Wait until the early hours of the next morning.

"OK, all the treasure medicines have been sorted out, there are a total of 6 humanoid He Shou Wu, 4 old ginseng, 4 ......" Chu Tangtang sorted out the list and began to report to Zhou Qiang, and at the same time, his beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

There are a total of 76 strains of treasure medicine!!

It can be seen that Liu Weiwei did make a bloody investment, in order to win Zhou Qiang's favor, she begged him to bless her, so she did her best.