In the afternoon of the same day

Huang Chuyu looked at the balance of the text message.

"Looks like we're going to have to hurry"

But then the question came again, which platform to go live on?

I opened the search engine and looked it up.

"UU? It's like the YY of the earth. It doesn't seem to be bad, so let's go to this UU. ”

Sign up for an account, then request a live stream. Huang Chuyu looked at the review shown above, and had a stomach ache. Yes, we have to wait.

At that moment, the TT hanging over there rang.

Huh?

Accept a friend invitation.

"Hello, I'm the editor of the end, I want to ask if the copyright of your book is still in your hands?"

"Hello, the copyright is now in my hands. Huang Chuyu replied.

"Can you tell me how many words or chapters you have written?"

"The Condor Heroes still have about 100 and a few finished copies. The book is a chapter and a plot. ”

"So little?" Erlong frowned.

Huang Chuyu looked at the message sent by the editor, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, I also want to write more, but I won't.

"Yes, this book was originally intended to be published, but there was no way to do it."

Published?Erlong couldn't help but be happy, right. It can be published. How I didn't think of that.

So he said, "Then can you finish the plot later?"

"Well, it's all done. ”

"Heh, old cat, I have someone here who knows the publishing house, so you see?"

Huang Chuyu didn't expect this editor to be so good, and he also introduced himself to the publishing house, it seems that there are still more good people in this world.

Hurriedly typed, "Then thank you, Editor Long, if it happens, I will invite you to dinner another day." ”

Erlong looked at Huang Chuyu's reply and replied politely, so he called his friend.

Why did Erlong help Huang Chuyu so much? Because he completely regarded himself as a reader, and as a reader, who doesn't like good grades in his favorite books.

Huang Chuyu looked at Erlong's black avatar, and felt that there were still more good people in this world, and he was 20 years old in addition to being grateful.

After refreshing the page of applying for live broadcast, I found that it was passed, and then bound the live broadcast room.

I looked at myself and didn't have a channel. I applied for one. Coincidentally, I just applied for the 1213899 number. The front is the same as the job number of my own artificial intelligence.

Enter the name of the live broadcast room "Huang Chuyu, an original anchor". Click Start live streaming.

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A small room of less than 15 square meters, the room is simply furnished, only a bed, a table, a computer, a bathroom, and the kitchen is next to the bathroom.

At this time, a thin teenager was sitting in front of the computer in a daze.

And it is our protagonist who is in a daze, Huang Chuyu.

After opening the live broadcast, he tragically found that there was no one and was stunned for two minutes at himself in the computer.

Suddenly I remembered that I hadn't registered the copyright of the song, and the most important thing was copyright, if a work did not have the author's consent, then he would be sued in court.

So I opened the China Music Network and clicked to upload the lyrics and arrangement. The review was completed in less than a few minutes.

"This anchor listens to the show," said a female tourist.

"What is the anchor looking at? Is he looking at something unsightly with that giggle?" said another male tourist.

Huang Chuyu was YY, and suddenly saw a tourist typing in the live broadcast room, and quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

I looked at the number of people, 5 of them.

hurriedly said, "Welcome to my live broadcast room, I will sing you your own original song."

"Wow, it's really original, isn't it hard to hear?" said the female tourist who had just typed.

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"If it sounds good, everyone won't believe it, then I'll sing it, a sweet one, and give it to everyone."