"Don't worry, I can't treat you badly! Next semester, the deputy minister of literature and art will definitely be yours!" said the man surnamed Zhao temptingly with the official position of the student union.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for cultivating!" said the other party with a smile on his eyebrows.

In the voice of the other party's thanksgiving, he hung up the phone, and the person surnamed Zhao dialed another number.

"Hey, Brother Qian, I'm Xiao Zhao!" was a high-spirited tone just now, but now he said in a low voice.

"En!" Qian Zhidong enjoyed the beauty behind him, massaged his shoulders, and mumbled.

"There is a situation, Brother Qian!" the surnamed Zhao reported the new situation, "Sister Qin still came on time today and said hello! Today, the surnamed Ding cried, and Sister Qin took the initiative to ask!"

"En?" This time Qian Zhidong was not calm, he stood up from the sofa in an instant, pushed away the hand of the massage beauty, and asked angrily, "You said that Qin Qing took the initiative to ask?"

Listening to Qian Zhidong's tone, the surnamed Zhao felt a strong anger, and his voice became smaller and confirmed: "That's right, our people saw it with their own eyes!"

"Bastard!" Qian Zhidong was angry, scolded, slowed down, and continued to shout in a cold voice, "Check it out for me, I want all his information, as soon as possible!"

"Yes, Brother Qian, I'll go now!" The surnamed Zhao hurriedly agreed and hung up the phone.

Qian Zhidong hung up the phone, threw it aside, and stood for a while, his eyes blazing with anger. After a while, he turned around, picked up the massage beauty, and went into the bedroom.

Ding He, all this is not clear, at this time he has already taken the bus back. After less than an hour, I got off the train at the station and walked back to the community with the live broadcast equipment.

After entering the room, due to drinking, Ding He took off his shirt, went naked, and scrubbed it. I was going to go to bed directly, but I suddenly thought that I left suddenly in the morning, and today's "Zhu Xian" has not been updated, so I immediately got up and turned on the computer.

When the computer turned on slowly, I logged in to Chuangyue.com, and there was a red circle at the writers' consultation desk, which meant that there was new news. Ding He was very excited in his heart, whether he was going to be signed.

Ding He directly clicked on the writer's consultation, and as he guessed, it was indeed a short signing station. "Author, hello, your work has been reviewed, has reached the contract standard, please wait patiently for the contact of the contracted editor, indicate your own book title and author name, during the signing period, please do not modify your own author name, affect the progress of the contract! Your responsible editor is: Chuangyue [responsible editor] iced tea contact information PP: XXXXXXXXX"

"Hello dear author, your work has reached the contract standard after review, please do not modify the author's name during the contract period, the title of the book will affect the progress of the contract. If you need to change your name, please contact your editor-in-charge to modify it before signing, (please refer to the previous short station for the contact information of the editor-in-charge!) Please indicate your relevant information, add the PP of the editor-in-charge and the contracted editor, Trans Group, welcome you to join!

Looking at these two short stations, Ding He was excited for a while, and finally signed the contract! It is worthy of "Zhu Xian", and finally did not greatly discredit Xiao Ding, and took the first step to success.

Ding He looked at the two short stations, his thoughts drifted away, as if he saw the near future, his books were extremely popular, his emotional value was soft, the signing meetings were continuous, he was surrounded by fans, and his heart was beautiful.

After waking up from the stinky beauty, Ding He remembered that he was down to business and wanted to post today's three chapters. Directly from the desktop "Zhu Xian" folder, copy and paste the seventh, eighth, and ninth chapters, one chapter and one chapter, and click to publish.

After sending, Ding He went to the comment area and shopped, there were more than ten comments, more than half of which were advertisements, and only four were reader messages.

"Big, big brain, this book is good, top one!"

"The book is good, but there are too few!

"Yes, the background is very grand, I hope the author can control it!"

The comments were all praised, and Ding He's heart was overjoyed.

"Drifting silently, big, why don't you change it today?" The latest comment was at seven o'clock in the afternoon, and it was to urge the change.

Ding He replied very seriously to every comment, thanked the other party for their support, and hoped to put forward valuable opinions!

After publishing today's chapter, Ding He felt relieved. I feel that "Zhu Xian" is like planting a tree, watching it grow little by little, and I am very excited.

Ding He's life is on the right track, coding words and manuscripts during the day, singing live outdoors at night, and living a fulfilling life day by day.

A month has passed, in addition to mailing two contracts, namely the signing contract of "Tomorrow's Star" and the signing contract of "Zhu Xian", Ding He lives at two o'clock every day, renting a house to the Qinghu Pavilion in Puxi, and running back and forth.

Unlike in the film and television city before, Ding He has adapted to today's easy life. Since the start of the broadcast, Ding He has also received the first month's income, and he can't believe that the live broadcast earns 120,000 republican coins a month.

Tremolo fulfilled the contract, and in the first month, according to the contract, the corresponding referral slot was provided. With the help of the recommended position, the number of viewers in Ding He's live broadcast room has increased, and now 50,000 or 60,000 people come to watch every day.

"System, it's out, I'm going to draw a lottery!" Ding He suffered the loss last time, and he was no longer stupid, he didn't leave any emotional value in his hand, as long as he had it, he would either exchange it, or he would draw a lottery. For fear that the system will be upgraded, the consumption of emotional value will increase tenfold again.

It is precisely because of this that Ding He has accumulated a lot of songs, as well as some scripts and novels. Ding He found that the system is very powerful, as long as it is an extracted song, the moment you learn, the copyright information will be automatically updated to your name, and you don't have to worry about others plagiarizing and pirating.

"Host, don't you really keep your mood level up?" asked the system in a tone of unlovedness.

Ding He looked at the system and sneered: "Do you think I'm stupid! Let you upgrade again and increase consumption? You ask again and again every day, are you really not annoying?"

"Don't you really keep the host? Don't you get annoyed when you refuse it again and again?" the system asked Ding He rhetorically.

"Don't bother, thank you!" Ding He said cheaply, "Don't ink, hurry up, I want a lottery!"

"Please choose, lottery type!" the system asked weakly.

"No designated lottery!" Ding He is no longer worried about the songs, there are more than a dozen songs in his hand, he has not sung them, and his generous choice is not specified.

"Drop!

"Stop!" Ding He is now wealthy, and he didn't look at the turntable at all, and said casually.

"I'll go, I can!" As Ding He shouted to stop, the pointer stopped instantly and pointed to a grid. I didn't have hope, but today's first lottery gave Ding He a big surprise.