The siege of the gate of the Kyoto Newspaper Group became a big news in Kyoto City on the same day, and the most important reason was that when everyone heard that it was because of the request for Kunlun to be serialized every day, they immediately became interested: "Why don't we go and protest too?!"

"It's not good......"

"Don't you want to see Kunlun every day?"

"Let's go and protest!"

When Zhou Wumeng returned to the headquarters of the Kyoto Newspaper Group in the evening, he looked at the crowd surrounding the gate of the Kyoto Newspaper Group in three circles and three circles outside, and instantly gasped. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info And at this time, the police came, but no matter how much persuasion was useless, it was to ask the Kyoto Daily to serialize Kunlun every day, otherwise they wouldn't leave!

This is special, completely beyond Zhou Wumeng's expectations, how could he have thought that everyone's enthusiasm for martial arts is actually far higher than he imagined, it's just that the martial arts before Kunlun are not good-looking!

He quietly entered through the door used to transport goods at the back, threw the contract to the contracted editor as soon as he arrived at the office, and then muttered for half a minute and said: "Increase the price of Kunlun's thousand-word manuscript fee, and call him the manuscript fee for the first issue of serialization now, and leave the rest to me." ”

But his manuscript fee is already the highest...... Bai Mo is not as tall as him," the middle-aged editor was stunned for a moment.

"There must always be a precedent, other people can let readers come and surround the Kyoto newspaper, and I will give them such a manuscript fee," Zhou Wumeng rubbed his temples and said: "Comrades, haven't you realized that the opportunity for the Kyoto Newspaper Group to break through the upper limit again has arrived, everyone will wait and see." ”

At this moment, Ren He is enjoying a peaceful life without tasks, and today's code word task has also been completed, and he can accompany Yang Xi to practice singing without any burden, but as soon as he arrived on the rooftop, he received a call from Zhou Wumeng, this old man will not be urging him again, the content to be serialized this Saturday has been sent to him.

When I picked up the phone, I heard Zhou Wumeng on the other side say: "Your manuscript fee for the last issue has been called to you, and the standard has been raised for you." ”

Damn, not good!

"Mission: Tomorrow morning at 9:40 a.m., complete 45 pull-ups in 1 minute on the burglar-proof window outside the host classroom. ”

Nima, sure enough, the mission came too quickly without a little defense, and why is this mission so painful, and the regulations are so detailed? There was no such task in the past, and even when to start the task was stipulated.

And I have designated the location, outside my classroom! You must know that your classroom is on the third floor, and it is all suspended.

In other words, you must climb from downstairs to the third floor with your bare hands before 9:40, and then start doing pull-ups on time at 9:40, and complete 45 in 1 minute, which is a combination task!

Could it be that the Heavenly Punishment System has already started to issue more difficult tasks?!

But the key is that tomorrow morning at 9:40 is the time for the second class in the morning, Ren He scratched his chin and thought, who is the second class tomorrow morning? It seems to be Chinese......

"Hey?" On the phone, Zhou Wumeng suddenly found that there was no sound on Ren He's side, and thought it was a bad signal.

"Ah, Old Zhou, you continue," Ren He came back to his senses.

"Well, this morning the Kyoto Newspaper Group was surrounded by your readers," Zhou Wumeng said calmly: "They asked for a daily serialization of Kunlun, I originally wanted to take apart the week's volume and update it every day, but readers are not stupid, so ......"

"Can't write......" Ren He immediately understood what Zhou Lao meant, if he wasn't writing the divine book, it would be no problem to write 20,000 Kunlun a day, because it is all in memory, just move it to the computer, but the problem is that the update of the divine book must also keep up.

But he couldn't tell Zhou Lao that he was still writing a small white text to make money, and it was estimated that after saying that, Zhou Lao would immediately ask him to stop updating the book......

"Ahem, Mr. Zhou, you also know that if you pursue speed too much in creation, the quality will definitely decline, and I want to ensure the quality!" Ren He said seriously.

"yes," Zhou Lao fell into deep thought......

"I also know that Zhou Lao is more difficult for you, you see this, let's not agree directly, change it to 2, 4, and 6 serials a week, so that they will feel a little better, and my pressure will not be so great, will it be successful?" Ren He asked.

At this time, Zhou Wumeng began to worry about the quality: "Can you guarantee the quality in this way? Don't mess up writing such a novel that can become a classic!"

"No, you don't have to worry!" Kunlun's 950,000-word manuscript is in his head, of course, it won't be finished......

"Okay, then you remember to deliver on time!" Zhou Wumeng hung up the phone.

Ren He calculated that there was still a month and a half before he planned to help Yang Xi sing during the winter vacation, and as long as he worked overtime, he could write the whole Kunlun in this month and a half.

After all, I may not have so much time after the winter vacation, but I ...... I seem to have forgotten to tell Zhou Lao not to send the manuscript fee so often......

Yang Xi was listening to Zhou Wumeng and Ren He on the phone, and when she saw Ren He hanging up the phone, she suddenly asked, "Are you writing a novel?"

Ren He didn't deliberately avoid Yang Xi when he called just now, so she could hear Zhou Wumeng's voice, but she didn't hear it intermittently and didn't know too clearly, she only knew that the title of the book was Kunlun. However, at this time, Kunlun's influence has not spread too far, after all, it is only the first serial, so Yang Xi has never heard of Kunlun's novel, and he doesn't know who the person on the other side of the phone is.

"Well, the novel I wrote," Ren said cheerfully.

"Can you let me take a look?" Yang Xi asked, tilting his head.

"I haven't finished writing it yet, I'll send you a set when I'm done," Ren He muttered.

Yang Xi doesn't know why Ren He gave up his musical talent to write novels, maybe this is what Ren He said? Maybe there are such people in your life, constantly challenging new areas of life, challenging things that you can't do, not being nostalgic for past achievements, and always letting yourself walk on the road, whether it's soul or body.

This kind of person is like an inspiring lamp in life, and when you think of them, you will lift your spirits, throw away all negative energy and worries, and get back on the road.

At this moment, Ren He is probably such a person in Yang Xi's eyes, and I don't know what she will think when she knows that Ren He writes books to make money......

After Ren He left in the evening, Yang Xi returned to the rooftop and sang the songs that Ren He gave him over and over again, each of them liked it very much, each of them belonged to his own songs, and each of them was given by him.

This feeling, she tried it for the first time, and Yang Xi learned to miss it when she was 15 years old.

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Thanks to the Maple Forest Ranger, the Heavenly Master, the Lady of the Heavens, the Book Friend 130405, the Hundred Miles of Shocking Clouds, the Jazz Maple Shao, Ye Lingfeng, and the Mi and Li students for their rewards.