Zhao Qian has a unique character trait of traditional Chinese in his bones, that is, he likes to store things, and he may be able to use them when he can.

In modern times, some people call this behavior "squirrel disease".

He can't wait for the more he saves his discipline value, the better, and if he needs it one day, he may be able to directly exchange it for ten or eight divine works. There's no harm in saving it anyway.

For a professional web writer, not having ten or eight books under his name is not a success. For example, Tang San, such as Tomato, which of them didn't have several books under their names? Not everyone became famous at a young age like Tudou, and several books sold in a row. If you hit the street one day, you have to find a way to get up.

So Zhao Qian never has too many works, he wants to become the supreme god of the Internet, and let everyone who reads novels know his pen name. If you have more than ten or twenty works of more than two million words under your name, and the results of these books are extraordinary, then you can definitely become a Taishan Beidou-level figure in the online literature industry.

I remember a long time ago, he saw on the forum that there was a data emperor analysis, as long as an author has ten high-quality books under his name, even if he doesn't continue to code words in this life, he doesn't have to worry about life.

Although this is an exaggeration, it is also partially realistic, after all, as long as there are readers reading a book, the author can still get money. Ten high-quality works add up, and the accumulated popularity is about the same, and there is always one that can take off.

Zhao Qian didn't believe that none of the ten books he wrote could fly, if that was the case, it only meant that he really had no talent, and it was better to change careers early.

In fact, his dream is to write books to make money, until one day he can't write, or he can't write, he can still make money in bed. Just like Tang San's potatoes and tomatoes, they are supreme gods, even if they don't do anything, they still earn millions of dollars every month.

Don't say anything vulgar, people live for money and NAI!

He has already planned his next path, and for the time being, there is no industry more suitable for him than web novels.

This 1,000 yuan microfiction prize is just an appetizer, and when your new book hits the shelves, that's when your dream starts to come true.

So the next day, Zhao Qian packed lunch for Li Wanqing, and Li Wanqing saw that his expression was leisurely, and he was still humming a small tune in his mouth, so he couldn't help asking: "What happy things have you encountered, let me be happy when you say it?"

"Nothing. Zhao Qian was embarrassed to say that he earned 1,000 yuan for his submission and award.

After all, 1,000 yuan is nothing to Li Wanqing, a little rich woman, people can pay hundreds of dollars a minute, and after translating one or two foreign languages a day, thousands of yuan will be in hand. And if you want to earn another thousand yuan, you have to wait for next week.

Li Wanqing sarcastically mocked him: "Look at you like that, it's written on your face, let's say, is it that you have been issued a good person card by a girl again?" It seems that I can't help but gloat when I see him unlucky, how can there be such a person in this world! Doesn't my conscience hurt?!

Zhao Qian rolled his eyes: "Neurotic, I will still laugh when I am issued a good person card?"

The good guy card doesn't exist!

As the successor of communism, no one has so far been easily worthy of him!

Li Wanqing snorted: "It's hard to say, maybe you're a shaker." ”

"You're just shaking M!"

Zhao Qian looked at the time, it was almost over, and said, "I'm leaving, there are still five or six classes to be held later." "There are a lot of professional classes this semester, and there are only three or four boys in a class, and they can't escape if they want to skip class, which is also sad.

Li Wanqing didn't look back at the TV: "Well, bye-bye, oh yes, by the way, help me take the garbage downstairs and throw it away." "The lunch box she had just eaten was thrown in the trash, and some of the waste she had cleaned up from the house last night, which she forgot to take down in the morning and throw away. I didn't mean to wait for him to come over and help throw it.

Zhao Qian glared at her viciously: "Don't you think it's shameful?

Li Wanqing turned around slowly and said, "Until the end of this month, your share of the food expenses will be on my head." ”

"Okay Queen, obey the Queen!" Zhao Qian instantly changed into a smiling face, nodded his head, and succumbed directly to money shamelessly and undisciplinedly...... Oh no, I'm just soft-hearted and help out with the garbage, and there is no dirty deal at all.

Li Wanqing is naturally satisfied, you are a kid.

Zhao Qian lamented in his heart, he had really become a little white face who was taken care of, and he didn't know if he would be envied, jealous, hated, or spit on and despised if he said it.

He won't go to Li Wanqing in the evening, let her solve the dinner problem by herself, and she has to hurry up and save the manuscript. There are still 500,000 words left to save the manuscript of one million words, and he still has to revise it, Rao is now at full speed, and he may not be able to do it in half a month. Again, this is an optimistic estimate.

As for this week's microfiction submission, he has already prepared the manuscript, or two short stories, whether he can win the award depends on luck. It's best to win an award, which is a lot of extra income, and if you don't win an award, you can't always focus on this kind of place.

"Brother Qian, I see that the results of your new book are getting better and better, I can't help Sanjiang to push it. Zhao Qian stopped his hands and poured a glass of water, and Xu Shaocong came over.

He is still chasing Zhao Qian's book, occasionally helping to sign in comments or replying to readers in the book review area, and rewarding a disciple. Originally, he wanted to reward a deacon, but Zhao Qian refused.

Zhao Qian smiled and said: "I hope so, but the specific situation depends on the editorial arrangement, and I will be satisfied if there is a category to promote it next week." ”

The classification of the city is the best recommendation in addition to Sanjiang and strong push, as long as the book is good, it is normal to increase the collection of four or five thousand. He has six thousand collections now, and when the popularity serialization ends this week, there will definitely be six thousand five, and if the score rises by four thousand, it will be able to break 10,000.

Xu Shaocong hurriedly brought paper and pen from the side: "Come on, come on, the future god will sign me first, and when you become famous, I can also show off to others that I am a roommate and classmate with you." ”

Zhao Qian refused angrily: "Get out, humiliate me, believe it or not, I'll get you a trick and let you live no more than two episodes in the book?"

Xu Shaocong hurriedly said goodbye, and then he couldn't help but laugh first, laughing like a 300-pound PDD.

Before going to bed, I looked at the collection, and the increase was not bad, at least it ranked first this week, Zhao Qian was relieved, and opened the dragon sky as usual to see if there was any interesting industry news.

For example, as soon as a great god's new book is released, it will be a hundred leagues on the same day, such as which local tyrant spends a lot of money and wins the gold alliance leader of a certain book, these can be seen in people posting and discussing.

Coincidentally, Zhao Qian actually saw someone discussing his "God-level Loser" again.