From afternoon to evening, Jiang Daoli spent his time searching for information on the Internet.

Although Jiang Daoli is only a street writer, his love for words has been since he was a student.

The first thing he inquired about, in addition to those novels, was the literati of ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi......

Socrates, Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Hemingway, Pushkin......

Except for the name Li Bai, a singer was searched out, and there was nothing else!

Jiang Daoli looked nervous and searched for the entry "Mo Yan" in the encyclopedia.

The result returned by Baidu was a man named Mo Yu, the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

"It seems that some things still haven't changed, I have to pay attention!" Jiang Daoli saw that Mo Yu's work was exactly the same as Mo Yan, and he had a plan in his heart.

The earth, the earth, the culture, the culture, the culture, the country, all the same.

However, there are many changes in the details.

China has become the world's leader, while the United States is only a developing country.

As Jiang Daoli searched in front of the computer, time passed slowly, the sky gradually darkened, the stars jumped out, and the moon appeared.

Jiang Daoli fell asleep in front of the computer again under the invasion of a sense of exhaustion......

The next morning, he was awakened for the second time by the vibration of his mobile phone on the table......

"Real-world contexts have established successful ......"

"Degree of modification: 86%......"

"System Initialization Completed ......"

"The system is ...... normally"

"Host Name: Jiang Daoli ......"

"This system model: I am the big winner M7 type ......"

"What the hell?" Jiang Daoli looked at the mobile phone on the table and was stunned for the second time.

This is the second time that his mobile phone has sent out an abnormality, and yesterday he thought it was because he was sleeping dizzy and hallucinating, but at the moment his heart can no longer calm down.

He was familiar with all kinds of Xiaobai texts, and he quickly reacted.

"Goldfinger?" Even though Jiang Daoli is a street writer, he clearly knows that the opening must lead to a golden finger to attract readers!

"Developed!" His sleepy eyes quickly brightened.

Isn't this mobile phone a golden finger?

Jiang Daoli's heart was filled with a sense of happiness......

Because...... Above the phone, the projected image panel has not disappeared, and there are still words written.

"Do you want to claim your initial reward?" Confirm? ”

Only the word confirmation was written on the panel, and Jiang Daoli did not hesitate to touch it with his finger.

"Random reward generation...... Please wait a minute......"

"Get a reward, artistic specialty - singing category."

"Singing skill level adjusted to the highest level, passive skill, no time limit...... Gain the 'Touching Others' skill with a time limit of 24 hours ......"

"System in Preparation ......"

At this point, the panel disappeared and the phone became a phone again.

Why do you say it......

Jiang Daoli was quite happy in his heart, such a situation was obviously something like a superpower given to him by some kind of future technology.

He cleared his throat, and the voice came out: "Arise, you who do not want to be slaves......"

Soon he stopped singing......

The high song "March of the Volunteers" was sung by him softly, and the voice of the male duck made this song extremely weird.

"you lied to me!" Jiang Daoli was a little angry......

He looked at the time on his phone, shook his head, stopped thinking about this question, quickly washed his hair, washed his face and brushed his teeth, put on his formal clothes and sighed and walked out of the door.

"Xiao Jiang? Dressed so handsomely, what are you going to do today? The owner of the noodle shop still greeted him warmly.

The melancholy on Jiang Daoli's face quickly changed to a positive face, and said: "The Writers' Association has a meeting today, and I am notified that I must go!" ”

"That's it! Then Xiao Jiang, will you meet the author of "Ethereal Journey"? Don't forget to help me get an autograph! The owner of the noodle restaurant reminded Jiang Daoli with a smile.

Jiang Daoli said categorically: "Don't worry! ”

Then he left his back like the wind and disappeared into the community.

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"It's really strange for this young man, he is obviously a writer with an annual income of one million, but he wants to rent our fifth ring ...... Is it a good place to write? The owner of the noodle shop looked left and right, and apart from the cigarette butts on the ground and the garbage heap in the corner, he couldn't see any atmosphere in the writing.

When he disappeared from the sight of the noodle shop owner, Jiang Daoli's walking speed gradually slowed down.

"Really, I want someone else's signature! How good it is to ask for me directly! He thought about the words of the noodle shop owner and his experience in the past two days, and he couldn't help but get excited.

Jiang Daoli looked at the subway station not far away, and his morale was high: "After the interview today, I will send a book when I go home!" ”

When he walked into the subway station, music sounded in his ears.

At first, Jiang Daoli didn't care, waiting for the subway to enter the station, but after waiting for a while, the song changed several times, but he didn't hear any of them......

He felt a little strange in his heart, could it be that he couldn't keep up with the times? But I'm also a fan of Jay Chou and Eason Chan!

Thoughtfully walking into the subway and seeing the music in the advertisements constantly playing on the subway, Jiang Daoli was sure of one thing!

That is, after the modified world, most of the songs of the original world have also been modified, and most of them have even ceased to exist.

After standing for an hour, Jiang Daoli walked out of the subway station.

As a street writer, he had never had the experience of taking the subway in the morning rush hour before, and after successfully reaching his destination, he felt a sense of the aftermath of the disaster.

Jiang Daoli bought a cup of hot milk tea at the small shop outside, walked for a while, and came to the TV station building.

Outside the TV station building is a small living square, where the aunts are "exercising".

"Why doesn't this little apple be modified? The group of aunts downstairs make me can't sleep every day! As Little Apple's song sounded, Jiang Daoli entered the building with black lines.

went up to the ninth floor and came to the interview area, Jiang Yu was a little uncomfortable.

Dozens of people were squeezed into the small interview area.

"It's just a choreographer's position! As for it! Jiang Daoli stood in a corner dejectedly.

Although he knew that many people would apply for this position, seeing such a scene, his decadent color was still revealed.

Because he vaguely guessed the result...... It's no drama again.

But I still kept comforting myself in my heart, after all, this is Beijing TV, and there is just one position I applied for.

If it weren't for his decent resume and the scholarship he won during his time in school, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to interview at all.

"I can't be a choreographer, I'll go back and write books, I don't believe that those divine books that were popular before this world was revised will not be popular here!" Jiang Yu's eyes glowed with gold, fantasizing about what it would look like to become a god-level writer.

Just when he was thinking about it, the milk tea in his hand was out of place in his hand and made a free fall movement.

And this milk tea just fell on the feet of a fat man next to Jiang Daoli.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ”

The fat man saw that his shoes and socks were contaminated by milk tea, and he looked angry: "Damn! it! ”

While speaking, he pushed Jiang Daoli hard with his hand, and Jiang Daoli looked at the fat man apologetically, his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell.

"What are you doing! I didn't mean to! Jiang Daoli was also a little annoyed, he was pushed in front of everyone for some reason, and no one was in a good mood.

"Who do you say? What tone? The fat man didn't give in.

"What crooked melons and cracked dates can come to apply? Laugh to death! The fat man said loudly as if no one was around.

When Jiang Yu heard this, his face was a little indignant, but after all, he was at fault first, so he could only endure it.

"Eh, Brother Wang, you dissipate your anger, and when the interview process is over, you don't have to meet these people." Just when the fat man was in his prime, a person dressed as a staff member next to him seemed to see that something was wrong with the scene here, and hurriedly walked over and handed the fat man a tissue.

"Let's get this kid out first, I can't pass the interview if I look like this!" The fat man pointed at Jiang Daoli with his finger.

Jiang Daoli's appearance can really only be regarded as an ordinary kind of past.

The staff said with some embarrassment: "Brother Wang, this is not good, you have a lot of adults, let's dissipate your anger, the director of the station knows this, the old man will be unhappy......

The fat man thought about it thoughtfully, and then gave up, but his eyes staring at Jiang Daoli were not good.

At that moment, the speaker in the interview area sounded.

"I just received a notice that an assistant editor position will be added to the position of this interview, and a total of two people will be interviewed, the first grade will be the chief editor, and the second grade will be the assistant editor." A staff member speaks through the microphone.

Hearing the staff say these words, Jiang Daoli didn't react, but the fat man on his side looked at Jiang Daoli's disdain even more.

Soon the interview began.

The fat man was the first to walk into the office for the interview, and Jiang Daoli was at the back.

It only took two minutes for the fat man to get in and out of the office, as if his interview was just a formality, as the staff member who handed him the tissue had said.

Jiang Daoli looked at the fat man who walked out with a red face in some surprise, and the people around him began to whisper.