Zhang Ze didn't know how to return to Hao Mengling's house.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Hao Mengling, who was dressed in pajamas, appeared in front of him.

A faint scent was smelled in the wings of the nose.

The song player is still playing an old song.

Sister Tu, the nanny, bought his underwear back: "Xiao Ze, I don't know if it's suitable?"

"Thank you, Sister Tu. ”

Zhang Ze also felt a smell of sweat on his body, so he said to Hao Mengling: "I'll wash it too." ”

"There were newly bought bath towels in the cupboard. There was a gentle hint from behind the girl.

It feels so good.

In the past, it seemed that she had misunderstood her, and perhaps at some point, she really regarded herself as her future hairy husband.

Entering the bathroom, the overall decoration is magnificent.

Hot water washed down his head, and his head was much clearer.

This time reset, he copied the winning numbers of 100 draws of several lotteries, and in the future, he will start to experience the joy and carnival of winning the jackpot.

It seems that there is no way to salvage the shipwreck of the Nanhai Empire.

But the 200 million golden silk nan gloomy wood in the mountain town near the Sacheon panda base must not be missed.

Of course, things have to be done step by step.

Zhang Ze came out in a loose suit after bathing.

The nanny Tu Jiaojiao must have bought it for her man according to his size.

"Sister Tu, the clothes are big. Hao Mengling looked at Zhang Ze's slightly bloated and loose clothes, and couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.

"After a few years, it will be appropriate to wear it when you are fat. Tu Jiaojiao cleaned up, rode the electric car and went back to her home not far away.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Hao Mengling was looking down and playing with her phone.

Zhang Ze saw that the group of old friends was very lively.

"Zhang Datou went to Liwan Villa to see his girlfriend?"

"Only Hao Mengling lives in Liwan Villa in the group, is she tired?"

"What's so funny? People have already set a baby kiss. It's so good, alas, why did my father and mother also order a baby for me when I was young?"

It was Cao Er'e who said this sour thing.

"Sister E, it's not too late to book now. "Guo Beihua's cheapness has come up again.

"It's late, and all the good dishes are arched to the pigs. Cao Er'e said indignantly.

"How do I smell a smell of sauerkraut," Wang Qiqi chimed in.

"I quit the group. ”

Cao Er'e didn't say a word and quit the old friend group.

"A woman's heart is a needle, who offended her. Li Junhui may have just opened WeChat and didn't pay attention to the information in front of him.

"This is called capsizing in the sea of vinegar, Xiao Li, understand? I'm sure this girl must have taken a fancy to Zhang Datou, and when she saw Zhang Datou go to Hao's house in Liwan Villa, she felt uncomfortable. ”

Guo Zhihua is a person who breaks the clay pot and asks to the end: "Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, come out and make a noise, don't always dive." ”

Zhang Ze had a blank expression in the microgroup.

"Brother, there's nothing wrong with pursuing your own love, don't listen to Guo Zhihua's cheap mouth. ”

Xu Song couldn't stand it anymore.

"I support you. ”

"You people are really idle and boring, if you are like other people's big heads, you code tens of thousands of words of novels every day, do you still have time?" Cheng Lanlan expressed his opinion.

Zhang Ze saw that Hao Mengling seemed to be browsing the information on the old friend group, flipping up and down, but did not say a word.

"I'll make you a pot of tea. She got up and walked away.

Zhang Ze typed a row of words: "I was writing a novel just now, I wrote 3,000 words in an hour, and I just passed it on, so you can go up and read it if you are interested." ”

He uploaded two chapters on his laptop.

The number of words in the novel has reached one million, and the number of subscribers has remained in the millions.

Editor Shenhui sent a WeChat message: Zhang Dashen, "I Have a Food Street" was taken by the editor Lao Mouzi, and he wants to make a series adapted from your novel, please ask if you agree.

"Brother Hui, how much can the film and television copyright of a novel be sold?" For this emerging thing, to be honest, Zhang Ze knows nothing.

"I'll tell you the truth, isn't there a drama "Old Ghost Lighting the Lamp" that is very popular now, when the writer was asked to drink and sold all the copyrights of the novel at the wine table for 100,000 royalties. So no matter whether the box office of the "Old Ghost Lights the Lamp" series of movies is hundreds of millions or billions, it has nothing to do with the author. Shenhui didn't answer his question directly, but said in a roundabout way.

"Huida means that you should be cautious when signing a copyright contract, otherwise you will suffer a big loss. ”

"The great god is trying to figure out what I mean, and saying it can produce a variety of ambiguities. I'm just telling you that there is such a thing, now the copyright of the novels of the top gods can generally be sold for about 50 million, and the first-class platinum works can be sold for about 20 or 30 million. Of course, there are also some gods who keep their works, and after they open their own studios or companies, they will pull investment to operate them, and this kind of film and television will be divided. If the box office is good, you will earn more. ”

Shenhui's words made Zhang Ze understand many ways in Jizhong.

"If you have the will, I will let the editor Lao Mouzi contact you yourself, and you can talk about it yourself. ”

"Okay, you can ask him to contact me. ”

It's a lot of money, so why should he turn it away?

Now he can also pretend to say, "To be honest, I'm not really interested in money." ”

Of course, the editor of Shenhui is concerned about another matter: "Zhang Dashen, this novel has reached one million words so far, and I want to ask how many words this novel is scheduled to end." ”

"Huida, you don't want me to end in a hurry, according to the current development of this story, it is estimated that there will be no end without three or five million words. ”

In fact, this novel is the work of a certain god five years after the theft, and as for how many words can be written at the end of the end, he has no score in his heart.

At that time, more than 1.5 million words were copied, and after another two or three months, he had to repeat the follow-up again six years later.

His behavior is indeed shameful. But who let him have this system against the sky?

"Zhang Dashen, I think you can write this novel at the current pace, and there is no problem in writing him 120 million words. ”

"Writing so many words, will readers think that there is a suspicion of irrigation?"

"A lot of old bookworms like to keep chasing old books, and as long as the subscription is still there, they can keep writing. It's no problem to write for decades. ”

"It is estimated that the book will end in about five years after writing. ”

"Why?"

"Because my brain hole is limited, I will use up all my brain holes in five years. When the time comes, it will be boring to write it down. If you change the material, you may be able to write something new. ”

"Okay, if you have a new book, you must ask me to sign it. ”

"It must be, Huida is the best editor in the online literature industry, who are you looking for?"

Zhang Ze left no trace and sent out another high hat.

The two chatted for a long time.

Hao Mengling made hot tea and brought a few snacks for Zhang Ze to taste.

Seeing him chatting with people on WeChat, he couldn't help asking: "People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and when they become gods, there will be beautiful women sent to the door." ”

Zhang Ze said provocatively: "Now it's not the beauties who send them to the door, but the fact that I personally send the beauties to the door." ”

Hao Mengling said sadly: "It's still the big head of the stuffy gourd in the past, which is reassuring, and the current Zhang Dashen may be robbed when he goes out!"

"Then you keep him on a tight leash. ”

Under the light, her charming eyes are a medicine for a clear soul.

Doing something intimate in a private space.

If it weren't for Hao's mother calling Hao Mengling's name at the other end of the corridor, I believe they would be tired of being together until dawn.

"Lingling, let Ozawa rest early!"

Hearing her mother's call, Hao Mengling stuck out her tongue mischievously: "Ignore you, you go to sleep in the guest room." ”

Twisted out of the singing room.