Seven p.m.

Had dinner.

Zhang Shaoyu, who was walking, happened to bump into Uncle Duan who came back from work, and the two exchanged a few words, Zhang Shaoyu directly took out 3,600 yuan and rented the spare room for his idle job.

The two sides signed a simple handwritten contract, and at the end, Zhang Shaoyu didn't forget to remind him that this matter would be kept secret from the outside world for the time being, otherwise his grandmother would definitely be in a hurry, and his grandfather would have to jump his feet.

"Hey, that's a good thing to say!"

Uncle Duan also understood people, didn't say anything, gave the key to Zhang Shaoyu, and left with the contract and rent.

"Seven hundred and twenty dollars left!"

The five thousand six that I just got in the morning, after deducting the rent, one thousand wages and one hundred and five hot pot money, one hundred yuan in contract money, and dozens of fares, now Zhang Shaoyu has seven hundred and two left in his pocket.

If you count the hundreds of steel hammers stored in the house, you can barely make up a thousand yuan.

Zhang Shaoyu himself, plus Liu Bo, who had just signed.

The studio is barely established in the true sense of the word.

This is also Zhang Shaoyu's first step into the entertainment industry.

Come to think of it, it's a little exciting!

……

In the next few days, Zhang Shaoyu stayed alone in the 'studio' to do hygiene, Uncle Liu moved away for more than two months, and the dust in the house was already very thick, after all, it was summer, and he could bring ashes into the house when he walked.

In the past few days, it happened to be in time for the start of school, and the restaurant at the big head's home was full every day, and Zhang Shaoyu's original plan to call the big head to work as a coolie could only be frustrated.

In the meantime, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother came back once, knowing that Zhang Shaoyu was unemployed, and originally wanted to pull him to his own building materials store to help, how could Zhang Shaoyu be willing to go, and finally had to tell the truth about his own studio.

After his grandfather and Zhang's father found out, they stood on the united front and resolutely refused to allow Zhang Shaoyu to engage in any studio. In the end, Zhang Shaoyu was so anxious that he almost didn't stage a scene of crying, making trouble and hanging himself, and finally let his grandmother and mother be his lobbyists, and persuaded the two old stubborns, and the studio was saved.

Zhang Shaoyu also justifiably set up the studio, moved out of his grandmother's house, and lived in the studio, but he still went to his grandmother's place to eat.

There is a house at home, but on the side of the store, where do parents live, most of the time they are not at home, and no one cooks, so Zhang Shaoyu graduated, came uninvited, and went to his grandparents' house to eat.

One stay is a full two years.

Of course, living expenses must still be paid, and my grandfather's retirement salary is indeed a lot, after all, it is an old revolutionary, and the official position was not low back then. But the old man has money, that is the old man's money, Zhang Shaoyu didn't make any money, but he didn't gnaw at the old.

Grandma doesn't want it, he has to give it, it's a matter of attitude.

Money is secondary.

The establishment of the studio is very simple, and there is not even a plaque, but in the consciousness of Zhang Shaoyu, the rental house is a studio, and there is no computer.

He was the only big living person, with some simple furniture, pots and pans, an alarm clock, and a smartphone with Internet access.

There are no games on the mobile phone, and after looking for a long time, I found a video playback platform that is rough and very stuck.

It cost 120 yuan to get wifi, and I can pass the time with a mobile phone.

In addition to cleaning, he was not idle, carefully browsing all kinds of entertainment information and the transcripts of various artists. In the end, I also rushed 100 yuan into my mobile phone, which was specially used to download more popular songs and film and television programs.

Comment, analyze, summarize.

That's what he's been doing in the last few days.

August 25, a very ordinary, very ordinary evening.

The sunset was like blood, staining the sky red, the dilapidated and yellowed roof ceiling fan was turning leisurely, Zhang Shaoyu was wearing a white vest, a pair of floral pants, and a pair of flip-flops, while nibbling on the watermelon from his grandmother's refrigerator, while watching the movie playing on his mobile phone seriously.

Seeing that the protagonist and the villain are about to have a big duel, the story has come to an end, and the video screen is gone...... The big guy is calling!

The bell rang suddenly.

The mobile phone vibrated and was about to fall to the ground, Zhang Shaoyu didn't care about the watermelon juice in his hands, so he quickly picked up the phone, slid to answer, clamped it on his shoulder, and then wiped his hands with a tissue, "Brother?"

"Brother Zhang, it's done, I have written out the outline of the first volume and the 30,000-word text you told me, you quickly open the mailbox to review, if there is any problem, you tell me, I will change it now!" On the other end of the phone, it was Liu Bo's voice.

"So efficient?"

Zhang Shaoyu's eyes were shining, this only gave Liu Bo a few days?

Five days?

The outline and text of the first volume have been made, which is good!

Zhang Shaoyu has been in the studio these days, and when he has nothing to do, he often haunts major post bars and online literature websites, and he knows that even if he is a popular author now, he usually only updates 2,000 words a day.

A work of millions of words simply does not exist.

A million-word novel can make people scream.

In five days, the outline of the first volume plus 30,000 words of the text, if the review is passed, there will be at least 6,000 words of updates in almost a day, which is good!

If you keep going, hum, the reader will surely be grateful and shout long live the author.

"Cheng, I'll hang up first, and I'll get back to you later!"

"Gotcha!"

In the dormitory, Liu Bo, who was a little nervous, hung up the phone, he was not idle, and once again began to read the text from beginning to end, trying to find some flaws and make changes.

It's a process of introspection, and it's a good habit.

Zhang Shaoyu, who hung up the phone, was also very nervous, he wanted to see if Liu Bo was qualified to write Zhuxian, after hanging up the phone, he quickly logged in to OICQ, and then opened the mailbox attached to the software.

A folder appears in the mailbox, divided into two documents, one for the body and one for the first volume outline.

He didn't look at the outline of the first volume, but read the text first.

Prologue:

The time is unknown, it must have been a long, long time ago.

Location: The Land of China.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs!"

In the first sentence, just the first sentence, Zhang Shaoyu's eyes lit up.

This sentence is what he said to Liu Bo, and it is also the first sentence of the original version of Zhu Xian!

I never thought that the ghost would make the gods coincide.

"There are no immortals in this world, but since ancient times, human beings have seen the world around them, and all kinds of strange things!"

A very ordinary, magical, and bizarre prologue that allows the reader to realize what kind of world they will enter next.

This prologue must be written by Zhang Shaoyu, so that readers can be psychologically prepared, and at the same time, readers can be more curious about what the world in the book will be like.

The original book also has such a prologue, if the story of Zhuxian is a good story, then the prologue is the real finishing touch, with its existence, readers will not seem so abrupt to accept it.