Hu Teng cried and fell on the sofa, like a wronged girl.

This kind of abnormal performance usually occurs when a person's emotions are stimulated to the extreme, and seeing this situation, Chen Feng can be regarded as a sigh of relief.

He just muttered a lot, some of which were true, some of which were exaggerated, but it was indeed hurtful enough.

Chen Feng's original intention was to use these words to provoke Hu Teng, and for this reason, he was even prepared to take a few punches.

However, perhaps, as he said in his last sentence, Hu Teng's cowardice made him not even have the courage to vent, and he didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

He looked at Hu Teng quietly, ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...... Hu Teng's mood fell into a state of complete collapse, crying almost out of breath, and he was never able to stabilize.

From childhood to adulthood, although Hu Teng has been bullied and framed; But no one has ever analyzed his future like Chen Feng.

In Hu Teng's crying, anger only accounted for a very small part, and more was the deep sense of fear.

He was shocked to find that he actually recognized Chen Feng's words in his heart; Even he clearly realized that if he didn't make changes, the future would only be worse than what Chen Feng said.

The bloody reality spawned a boundless fear that made the loser, who had been running away, cold in his hands and feet, unable to do anything but cry.

"Actually, you still have a way to go."

The words that came from his ears, like the light shining from heaven to hell, with a strong bewitching aura, Hu Teng slowly stopped sobbing and raised his head.

Hu Teng's looking up eyes made Chen Feng familiar with a sense of déjà vu.

In his previous life, Chen Feng, who graduated from science and engineering from university, was introduced by his family to work as a technician in a factory, with a monthly salary of more than 4,000.

He worked for three months, was promoted two levels in a row, and his salary rose to more than 6,000.

But one day, Chen Feng suddenly realized that his life was probably limited to this small factory forever, and the most important thing was to go to the county town in his spare time.

His so-called "dream" was torn apart in front of work.

This inexplicable fear almost drove him crazy, and he couldn't suppress the idea of escaping, but with this, countless fetters bound him in place.

"I'm getting out of here."

Finally one day, Chen Feng said firmly to his haggard self in the mirror; Suddenly appeared in the mirror a look that he would never forget for the rest of his life, as reverent as a mortal looking up at the god who saved him.

He left his hometown alone, and even though he became a street writer, hungry and cold, he never regretted that decision.

"Quit your job, I have a plan that needs help, I don't dare say it will work, but if you're willing to give it a go, I promise you won't regret it, would you like to join in." Chen Feng met Hu Teng's gaze and said his request.

"I do." Hu Teng nodded heavily, the speed was so fast that even he felt weird, and it seemed that he had a blind sense of convincing Chen Feng inexplicably.

"Give you a day to take care of the things at hand, and tomorrow, I'll tell you what to plan." Chen Feng said in a commanding tone.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Hu Tengda said seriously, and in the blink of an eye, he moved a basket of clothes from the house.

"Don't worry, it won't take a day, I'll take you to the night market in the evening." Hu Teng, who was holding his clothes, winked at Chen Feng and laughed.

From the moment Hu Teng nodded in agreement, he regarded Chen Feng as his best brother in his heart, because no one had ever been willing to scold him in such an unflattering way.

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"I'm going to make a literary website." Chen Feng's simple words frightened Hu Teng.

Hu Teng has a blind trust in Chen Feng at this moment, but his most basic judgment is still there.

Not to mention anything else, just the qualifications required to create a literary website -- the special approval order of the Internet Literature Department -- with Chen Feng's current status, it is basically impossible to get it.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if he created a literary website, in order to maintain the normal operation of a literary website, he would need at least ten or more popular writers and hundreds of resident writers.

This kind of lineup is already the most rudimentary, and whether the website can develop has to be said separately.

The supply of funds will definitely be an exaggerated figure, but this is just that, without deep enough contacts and means, who will lose the hard-earned "country" and start from scratch on a new website?

"You, really?" Hu Teng was puzzled, in his opinion, Chen Feng's idea was too fantastical, as a hot writer under the Squirrel Literature Network, he should know better the difficulty of running a literary website.

"Of course it's true, but don't worry, I'm just telling you my goal in advance, and I don't have that capital at the moment." Chen Feng seemed to sense Hu Teng's weakness and explained with a smile.

"The road still has to be taken step by step, and building a website is too far for us." Hu Teng echoed.

"But the goals are set, we still have to work in that direction, the literary website can't do it, and the novel forum can still try it." Chen Feng said his thoughts unhurriedly.

"Novel forum, that is indeed a platform with a relatively low threshold, with your current identity, you can apply for a section with a few writer friends, but the limitations of the forum are too great, there are many bottlenecks in development, and the most criticized thing is that the profitability is very low, are you confident that you can do a good job?"

Hu Teng, who has been immersed in the online world for a long time, is obviously not optimistic about the novel forum.

The Novel Forum, a platform known as the origin of online literature, gathered a large number of literature lovers long before the advent of the literary flood era.

Those early "Internet writers", regardless of remuneration, purely relied on interest and passion, in order to gain more recognition, and tried their best to create a large number of classic works.

At the beginning of the great literary era, a place like the Novel Forum, with its unique talent reserve and cohesion, became a god in one fell swoop and became a "holy place for literati" on the Internet.

It's a pity that when the word "literature" is branded with the times, "literature" will no longer be just pure literature, it will be traded with money, power, and ...... A series of the most primitive human instincts are bundled together.

After the advent of the literary era, literary websites and magazines sprung up.

The good times didn't last long, and the Novel Forum, a platform that was not profitable and purely supported by literary exchanges, was finally completely reduced to second-rate under the siege of major literary websites after three or four years of glory.

The big gods and small gods have left one after another, and popular writers have jumped ship, leaving behind perhaps only the prosperity of the past and the sighs of some "old people".