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East City of China.

Xue Dong finally received a night story meeting from the capital.

Unlike the "story clubs" sold on the market, the one he got was wrapped in clear plastic and had this thin envelope inside.

This is the manuscript fee, and this "story meeting" is a sample magazine.

Turning over the title page of the table of contents, his "Under the East of the City" was blacked and enlarged, which was to express the magazine's attention and gratitude to the author.

Opening the envelope, Xue Dong took out the remuneration inside.

Not much, only eighty dollars.

With a wry smile, Xue Dong put the money in his pocket.

This is his fifth year of writing, and in the past five years, he has written a variety of novels on many subjects, and he has also been a sought-after person in order to make a living.

However, this is the third manuscript fee he has received, and compared with the remuneration of being a gunman, the eighty yuan can only be regarded as a drop in the penny, but it is the real meaning of his creation.

With the money, Xue Dong went to the supermarket, bought two packs of spicy strips, a bag of bread, and bought a few bottles of drinks by the way.

There is not much money left, Xue Dong does not plan to keep it, although he is very poor, but today is a very meaningful day for him - five years ago today, he stepped into the writing industry!

No matter how much a failure.

No matter how cruel the reality is.

Xue Dong felt that he should celebrate well.

After buying instant noodles and chicken feet with the rest of the money, Xue Dong was satisfied and walked towards his home.

Before entering the corridor door, Uncle Zhang on the third floor pulled his dog out of the corridor.

The puppy is a Chinese pastoral dog, although it is not a precious breed, but it is full of energy under Uncle Zhang's support.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "Dongzi is back?"

Xue Dong also greeted, "Uncle Zhang, are you going out?"

Uncle Zhang raised the leash in his hand, and said with a doting face, "Take this little thing out to go out for a walk, have you eaten?"

Xue Dong said, "I'm about to go back and do it." ”

After the two of them were greeting, the little guy who followed Uncle Zhang ran over with his big tail, his front foot drooped on Xue Dong's calf, and stared at the braised egg in Xue Dong's hand with his big black eyes.

Xue Dong ate the yellow in the braised egg, leaving only a small bite for the little guy.

After eating, Uncle Zhang pulled the dog to his side, and said while giving him a smooth, "Don't say thank you brother after eating." ”

Uncle Zhang is an old resident here.

Uncle Zhang had this puppy when Xue Dong came, and now he doesn't know how many years it has been, and he doesn't know how many skills he has.

However, he can often see this little guy in the community with small skills such as "thank you", "turning in circles" and "rolling" to ask for food.

As long as it is not something that can get sick or kill after eating, Uncle Zhang will not stop it, so that this little guy is now very famous in the community, especially in the supermarket near this community, and he was deceived by this little guy to take a lot of small hams.

Hearing Uncle Zhang say thank you, the little guy immediately stood on his hind feet, shook his two front hooves together a few times, and when he was done, he saw that Xue Dong didn't give him food, so he stood up and did it a few times.

Uncle Zhang pulled the leash and said, "Let's go, my brother has nothing to eat, look at your recent obesity and still eat." ”

Xue Dong smiled, "Uncle Zhang, I'll go back first." ”

"Hey, okay. ”

Uncle Zhang took the dog and left.

Upstairs.

Corner opening.

Xue Dong looked at the backs of Uncle Zhang and the puppy, thinking about the days when he only had more than 1,000 yuan a month, and only a few hundred yuan left after paying the rent, he suddenly felt that he was not as good as a dog.

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Xue Dong went back to the rental house.

The roommate hadn't come back yet, put his things down, and Xue Dong lay on the bed and began to read.

Although he has been constantly suppressed by reality in the past five years, he always feels a little unconvinced, why can't others write successfully? Why can others earn food and clothing, and he even needs a part-time job to subsidize food and clothing?

Why?

Why the hell is that!

There are many things that just don't have answers, five years is not a short time, he has already smoothed out those edges and arrogance, and now all that remains is humility and prudence.

Although the "Story Club" does not give a lot of manuscript fees, for him, at least a few dollars can be saved to learn from the experience of others.

After all, to write a book, you have to read it first!

Flipping through the "Story Meeting", Xue Dong browsed the content of this issue as quickly as possible.

"Kite on the Sea"

"My Neighbor Is a Devil"

Midnight Red Thread Girl Ghost Shoes

"Escape from an Extraordinary Holiday"

article.

Two articles.

Three.

Soon, most of the "story meeting" was turned over by Xue Dong.

At the same time, his brow furrowed, "What are these things, female ghosts, evil ghosts, shoes, holidays? ”

Perhaps, this is a good story, but in Xue Dong's eyes, these are by no means amazing stories, at least, he didn't see that story like "Liao Zhai" that made his eyes shine.

Thinking of "Liao Zhai", Xue Dong felt irritable.

Since the release of "Story Club", he has imitated Chenyang's novel on the computer every time he finishes reading the latest issue, whether it is the context or the rhythm of the story, but no matter how he imitates, it is impossible to do it.

What makes him scratch his heart the most is that "Liao Zhai" has changed too much.

He just learned the stalk of walking at night from "Corpse Transformation", and the next issue of Chenyang will immediately be the old goblin in Lanruo Temple, and when he learns to use the old goblin in the story to be the villain, Chenyang will become a demon who wants to wear human skin, all in all, no matter how he learns, he is always out of reach.

Now many people on the Internet are saying that Chenyang is just following their group of people to set off their talents, is this really the case?

Are they just foils?

Only 80 yuan a month is not even worth a foil for brick movers?

Thinking that he might be a foil, Xue Dong's heart was even more annoyed, and he didn't bother to read the remaining half of the story, so he directly picked up his mobile phone and entered the "Story Club Signed Writer PP Group" to prepare to talk to everyone.

As soon as he clicked on it, Xue Dong was stunned.

The news in the group has reached 999+.

Although there will be such a phenomenon in very **P groups, there are many people in those groups.

What about this "story will sign up for the writer group"?

In addition, there are only forty or fifty people in the group owner and a few editors, and the editors don't come out to chat, and these authors are also peeps on the screen, and they can dive into diving, and the most popular time for chatting is the day of the manuscript fee.

But even on that day, there weren't necessarily many people in their group who came out, because except for the manuscript fee of more than 200 yuan, which was punched in, the rest were all mailed cash, and the devil knows whether they took the lion's share or just passed the passing line under such a large quota.

And yet today, all of them came out?

Xue Dong was shocked, but now it was not only Xue Dong who was shocked, but also dozens of signed authors in the group.

"Is it true that the Yang God wants to give a lecture?"

"Damn, that's exciting. ”

"Is it going to start at nine o'clock? I'll go, will you share how to write a chat?"

Editor Yi Ang: "That's necessary, if he doesn't say it, we will let him say it, and don't let him go when the time comes." ”

"Worship the boss. ”

"The Boss is out. ”

"Hahaha, Yi Dada, I love you! ”

Yi Ang: "[shy] [shy]"

[Chenyang joins the group of contracted writers of the story club]

"Damn, the Yang God is here. ”

"I'm not mistaken, is the sun god really here?"

"Worship the Great God!"

"Worship and worship!"

"Yang God, please take my knees!"

"Write a poem, please. ”

Chenyang: "[Khan]"

Yi Ang came out to maintain order: "Yang Shen finally came in, if you have any questions, you must not be polite later, you must ask about writing!"

"No problem!"

"Definitely!"

"Obey the decree of Yi Dada. ”

……

Rental houses.

Xue Dong looked at the news on the screen and almost didn't drop his chin on the ground.

Chenyang, it's time to give a lecture?