Yan Qinqing didn't feel anything this time, it was so strange that she didn't feel it at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

was kicked out of the door by Erqiu, she fell into the thick fog, as if she fell directly on the bed, and suddenly there were a lot of things in her head, and a mess of brains came over, making her flawless think, why this time she was so smoothly possessed.

The possessed person is called Li Qing, a twenty-five-year-old unemployed young woman, of course, this is not because she is not enterprising and gnaws at the old family, but that the company has collapsed.

It's like she didn't have a good name, and she can float up with a light figure.

When he was three years old, his father had cancer, and his mother borrowed money from everywhere in order to save him.

But cancer, after all, needs a miracle to overcome, and the miracle did not choose her father.

The money was spent like water, and the debts were high, but it only dragged on for three years.

She lost her father when she was six years old, lost a complete home, and was left with a debt of up to 300,000 yuan and a mother who worked hard to support her in tears.

It was 1998, and the debt of 300,000 yuan was like an astronomical amount, given their now impoverished family.

Originally, my father was supporting the family and running long-distance buses to make money, and my mother quit her job to be a housewife at home for her.

After my father left, my mother with a high level of Chinese could not find a high-paying job in this ever-changing era, and she worked several jobs part-time, to pay off her debts, and to support her.

At the age of six, she learned to buy groceries, cook, do housework, and even learn small handicrafts to supplement the family.

The single-parent family in debt, the study years that have been looked down upon by her classmates for a long time, and the vicious words that come to collect debts have made her inferior, sensitive, and strong.

In order to save money, she only went to a junior college, and originally planned to take the vocational high school exam directly, and work early to reduce the burden on her mother, but her mother, who had no cultural loss, gritted her teeth and insisted that she go to college.

It's a pity that the popular major when she was studying was rotten, and after graduating, she did a lot of work, just to make more money, and she still owes her relatives the 50,000.

Paying off her debts is not her long-cherished wish, but instinct, and her long-cherished wish is a long story.

Five months ago, her company collapsed, leaving her with two months' salary, and the job in 2017 wasn't as easy to find as it used to be.

In this era where you pick me and I pick you, even if she is not picky, she will be picked by others.

In her heart, in fact, she has always hidden a dream, that is, to be a writer.

When she was bullied and ridiculed by others, most of them silently endured it, and only used words to vent their emotions.

Over time, writing became her habit, but she needed to study part-time and didn't have much time to write.

When she was posting resumes on the Internet to find a job, she saw that there were studios recruiting writers, and out of curiosity, she suddenly realized that writing could also make money.

Looking at what novels various writers on the website have written and how much money they have made, she is moved, if she can make money, isn't it possible to pay off her debts and reduce the burden on her family?

What's more, she spent five years conceiving an ancient background novel, and she has been taking the time to fill in the ideas.

But she only read novels and wrote essays before, but she never wrote novels, so she added a lot of author chat groups in the spirit of seeking advice, wanting to know where the website is the most profitable and which novel is the most profitable.

Of course, she would rather find someone who is familiar with these things to teach her how to write a complete novel.

When she first joined the group, she met an enthusiastic female author, a female author who has been writing novels for two years on various women's frequency websites, with the pen name Li Hexi.

She is the manager of the group, and after Li Qing joined the group, she enthusiastically told her what to pay attention to as a newcomer to online literature.

After a few days of contact, Li Qing felt that she was a very considerate and kind person, and sent her the novel, outline and all the settings that he had spent five years conceiving, hoping to get her guidance.

She also got the guidance she wanted, wrote a few chapters carefully, and handed them over to Li Hexi for a look. Under her guidance, she continued to revise and revise, and a month later posted an article on the largest female frequency website, Fumian.com.

Not long after the article was signed, she knew that as long as she signed a contract on the floating network and updated it carefully, she could put it on the shelves, which meant that she had money to take it, and she was much more at ease.

I don't pay attention to the so-called grade data every day, and I save the manuscript carefully, just to save more manuscripts and publish them regularly, so that she can also work part-time as a writer and write things for other websites to make money.

It's a pity that when it was about to hit the shelves, a few days ago, she was told by the editor that her novel was suspected of plagiarism and had been blocked.

She has been immersed in the manuscript and looked at her novel comment area, and found that the novel comment area was full of readers who scolded her for plagiarizing the novel of the female author Li Hexi.

Only then did she realize that Li Hexi had also released an ancient proverb on the floating network before she released it, adding something to her idea, which was a great achievement, had been put on the shelves, and became the top ten on the sales list.

She angrily went down and asked Li Hexi, why did she copy her idea? Li Hexi only replied indifferently, "Why do you say that I plagiarized? It is obviously you who plagiarized." ”

Li Qing realized that she had no way to come up with evidence, and all her outline settings were organized into a package of documents and passed on to Li Hexi. The two of them usually chatted on QQ, and Li Hexi's answer was also leaky, and on the surface, it couldn't prove anything at all.

The novel she spent five years concocting, full of hope to make money to pay off her debts with this novel, but was accused of plagiarism and was blocked from the novel.

At this time, the relative's child was about to get married, and he came to urge the debt of 50,000 yuan every day.

Li Qing was helpless and planned to give up writing, but found that Fumian Network had launched a newcomer list competition, and if he won the first place, he could get a bonus of 100,000 yuan and various benefits.

Li gritted his teeth and was ruthless, he must defeat Li Hexi and win the first place on the rookie list this time!

Yan Qinqing closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the hardness of the wooden bed under him, and sighed for the original owner, conceiving this thing, who can say clearly, I have only known each other for a few days and I trust it so much, it is really hard to say who is wrong and who is right.

However, Li Hexi is really disgusting......

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that Li Qing's long-cherished wish was to win the first place on the newcomer list, that is, to write novels! How could she read novels.

It seemed that she had to find the wonderful pen first, and when she opened her eyes, there was an incandescent lamp above her head, the most modest kind, and the room was not large.

The walls are a little yellowed, as if they have been blistered, the walls are blistered, and the rustic single wooden bed is under the window, and at this moment the curtains are closed, and the thick curtains look very ordinary.

On the right hand side of the bed is the door, and the corner of the bed is facing the lacquered book-clothes cabinet, and the computer looks like it has been around for some years.

This room, this furniture, has to be hung with some spider webs, just like experiencing the end times, Yan Qinqing looked at the whole room and sighed, it was really miserable.