Annoyed, grabbing the pancakes and water he had just bought to catch up with the bus, Wan Peng gasped for breath with dark circles under his eyes, and didn't bother to take two bites of pancakes, so he leaned towards a young man who was playing with his mobile phone next to him. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Seven thirty, whew, it's okay, it's in time!"

Glancing at the young man's mobile phone, Wan Peng breathed a sigh of relief, opened the pancake in his hand and ate it in two bites, with a bottle of money in his left hand, and he didn't know which small workshop made the water that he drank in one go.

In the winter next to him, the "goddess" who was still wearing a short skirt and stockings glanced at him with disdain, and she was completely qualified to despise such a poor sling who stayed up all night. For this kind of gaze, Wan Peng has long been unconcerned, compared with the plot that he thinks hard every day that no one cares about, how can a woman's contemptuous gaze move his heart?

Yes, he is an online author, and the author's name is "Kunpeng", which means flying for nine days.

But so far, at least, the pseudonym has not brought him any good luck at all.

Just like yesterday, he and the only dozens of die-hard fans have been refreshing the advertising posts of his novels in the one-page book bar, wanting to let the one-page book god see his novels.

It's just that this is completely in vain, hundreds of authors are doing this, and their own "artificial topping" is useless!

In the end, they were too late, one by one couldn't hold on, even their own accustomed to staying up late, they were sleepy sitting on the chairs, I don't know when I fell asleep, and the mobile phone that I originally wanted to charge before going to bed woke up again, but it was also directly out of power and turned off.

He fought so hard, but he didn't have much expectations in his heart, just like the whole people were excited to buy lottery tickets, how many people really believed that they could win the lottery?

It's all about feeling that there is no hope in life, and spending two dollars to buy a trivial dream.

As usual, Wan Peng rushed to the company, and under the eagle-like gaze of the boss, he honestly sat down in front of a chair in the public office, and began to work as if there was no end to engineering drawing.

If he makes a mistake, he will be fined, and he can't be distracted.

The boss, who came out from time to time to take a look, looked at his attentiveness, and secretly gave him a qualified mark in his heart, and decided that if he kept working so hard, when he made his salary next month, he would give him an extra two hundred and three hundred......

"Holy!"

In the quiet office, a shocked mantra suddenly burst out, and Wan Peng didn't need to look up to know that it was his bad friend.

I can't help but be secretly worried, or the newcomer's friend doesn't know what's crazy, isn't this looking for scolding?

Sure enough, the boss had already walked towards the bad friend with an unkind face, and according to the usual practice, it was estimated that he was going to catch the fine......

It's just that before the boss walked over, the loss friend was already shouting loudly: "Pee Peng, hurry up and go to see your author's backstage, you are going to heaven!"

Urine Peng is Wan Peng's nickname, because his pen name "Kunpeng" often pees in the group of book friends, and got this nickname.

Before his brain, which was a little numb because of the mechanical work, could not react, Wan Peng was puzzled: "The author's background?"

Ignoring the boss's cannibalistic gaze, he said loudly: "Yes! I just saw that there is your pen name on the list published on one page of the book!"

There was a sudden silence in the office, and even the boss, who was about to scold, opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Wan Peng was writing novels, and they all knew that even the signing contract was printed in the company, but although they were fresh, they didn't pay attention to it when they learned that the novel's popularity was not high, and they only earned hundreds of yuan a month.

What did that kid say just now?

On the list announced by the one-page book, there is Wan Peng?

They are all young people, how many of them don't read novels or TV series? How many of them don't know who a page of the book is?

Wan Peng reacted and wanted to open the background to check the news, but looking at the boss with a strange expression, he was a little afraid to do so.

"Let's open it and see, if it's true, it's a good thing......," the boss said after a moment of silence as the boss walked behind his chair.

"Hmm!"

Skillfully opened the meager one, almost a flutter of fingers, and the account number and password had been completely entered.

Suddenly, a crisp prompt jumped out, and it was the meager update of a page of the book.

One page: "Through the unremitting efforts of hundreds of editors on major websites, twenty-one truly outstanding martial arts authors have finally been selected, and the list is as follows......

Dianniang.com, Liu Shaochong's "The Beginning of Martial Arts"......

Dianniang.com, the first person of the Yang family "Purple Mansion Change"......

……

Fantasy Sword Book League, Kunpeng "Sichuan Liang Swordsman" ......

……”

The other words, he couldn't see clearly, and there were only these few extremely familiar and unfamiliar in his eyes......

Phantom Sword Book League!

Kunpeng!

"Sichuan Liang Swordsman"!

It's really my novel!

The excitement in my heart jumped up all of a sudden, and I looked at it blankly for a while, and after seeing the replies of countless authors below who "worship the great god", my heart twitched, and I suddenly opened the Fantasy Sword Book Alliance as if it was on fire.

"Warm congratulations to the author of our station: Famous Swordsman, Kunpeng...... Invited to the annual martial arts meeting held by a one-page book!"

As soon as I entered the website, I saw an extremely conspicuous place, a black banner with a red background, which looked festive and domineering, and it was pleasing to the eye.

No more doubts, self-...... Really chosen?!

For a moment, Wan Peng wanted to cry, how many days did he stay up lonely all night coding words, how many days were so annoying that he wanted to die, and finally had to sit in front of the computer, continue to code and change, change and code?

His own novel, not only did he read a page of the book, but he also thought it was good?

A great sense of happiness welled up in his heart, and under the urging of the heavy breathing of the boss behind him, he opened his author's backstage.

The background message that prompted him to be selected was opened for the first time, and it wasn't until this moment that he really knew that it was not his hallucination!

"Look at the collection and subscription or something, the news is out, it must have risen a lot, right?"

Wan Peng was in a happy mood and recovered a little out-of-the-box: "How is it possible, this will be announced for a while? What is the result, it is estimated that I can't see anything in the short term, but it is estimated that the website will arrange a lot of recommendations for me in the future...... Bang!"

The last few words, the tone of which ranges from steady to high-pitched, are because he opened the novel's collection page.

"Fourteen thousand six hundred and sixty-two?"

The previous data, obviously only more than 1800 collections, is it good!

It's only been less than an hour since Lin Mu announced, right?!

Agitated heart, opened the subscription bar again, and before Wan Peng could react, he listened to the breath of the boss behind him, and hesitated to pat his shoulder and asked.

"Xiao Wan, I want to ask you something, this total subscription is 750,000...... How much is it? 128 new subscriptions were added yesterday, and how many ......" (To be continued.) )