Chang Zheng picked up his mobile phone and entered the Fenghua.com client, he clicked on the screen and said to Huang Haifeng: "Ah Feng, I remember the book I wrote you a long review last time, called "Nandu Fengyun", right? ”

Huang Haifeng: "Yes. ”

Chang Zheng found the book "Nandu Fengyun", "You wrote 330,000 words, and the last update time was January 18. That's a month off. ”

The book has written 330,000 words and has not yet been signed. Chang Zheng glanced at the introduction, then entered the main text and began to scan quickly.

Huang Haifeng smiled helplessly, and his smile was unwilling: "I have to eat, and if I continue to write, I will starve to death." After graduating from high school, I followed the big guy, and then the big guy ran away, and I was laid off. After I was laid off, I had nothing to do, just playing games and reading online novels every day. Two years ago, I saw a red book about urban gangs. After reading more than 300,000 words, I think the author has never been involved in gangs at all, and many gang scenes, including the rules of the rivers and lakes, are not real, they are all imagined by himself, and he thinks it should be like that. I wondered, can this kind of bad book be popular? This author can make millions a year, and this money is too easy, right? ”

Chang Zheng said while reading the book: "The gang story you wrote is very real, I think it is true at first glance, such as this chapter, the scene of opening the incense hall, some black words, passing three levels of poetry, and anti-bone deboning." This kind of experience can't be learned just by watching police movies, and it's hard to find relevant information on the Internet. For example, the punishment of anti-bone deboning, which is not allowed to be acted in movies and television at all, which director dares to shoot, the General Administration of New Broadcasting will definitely block it, and will not let this kind of film and television drama be released, which is too bloody and violent. Anyway, you're really a gangster? ”

Huang Haifeng seemed to recall some of the past, "I have been mixed in the Special Administrative Region, and the peripheral Gu Chao boy is just a boy, and his name is not written in the undersea roster." It is equivalent to the nature of a temporary worker, without a formal labor contract, and the nature of the work here is the same. Of course, there are some scenes that I haven't personally experienced, but I've heard my boss say that I definitely know more than many writers who write about urban gangs anyway. When I write about urban gangs and crime themes, I only admire one person, and that is the sword in the wind. Fengshen had worked in the prison system before, and he knew a lot about the real situation. ”

Huang Haifeng recalled the past and laughed at himself: "After reading those red books, I feel that I can also write, and I will definitely be able to write better and more truthfully than them." Then I started writing books full-time. After two years of writing, I didn't make a penny. The first book was a practice pen, and he wrote 500,000 words. The second book I thought I could almost start making money, but I didn't sign a contract until I wrote 700,000 words, but I still insisted on finishing the book and wrote 1.3 million words.

The third book finally got the contract at 60,000 words, that is, the last book, but the 400,000 words have not been put on the shelves, you suggested that I compress the plot and finish the book and open a new book, so I finished the book with more than 600,000 words. The fourth book, which is now written in "Nandu Fengyun", has not signed a contract for more than 300,000 words, and it must be hopeless. For two years, I didn't have a penny of economic income, and I was all eating my old money. By last month, I had finished eating, so I came out to look for a job after the New Year. Now I just got the job, and today is my fifth day on the job. ”

After listening to Huang Haifeng's story, Chang Zheng guessed that this was also the case, and he himself had experienced this state of life. Huang Haifeng didn't earn a penny, and it was not easy to persist in writing for two years.

Chang Zheng looked at Huang Haifeng and asked him: "Ah Feng, have you thought about it, why can those authors who don't know anything in your eyes rely on editing can write a red book with an annual income of millions?" In terms of underground rules, rules of the rivers and lakes, and affairs on the road, you know more than them, and you have several years of practical experience, but you can't earn a penny? Why, and why is that? Is it just because they're lucky? ”

Huang Haifeng grabbed his hair with both hands, a little puzzled: "I've been thinking about it too, but I haven't figured it out." Can the gods tell me the answer? ”

Chang Zheng didn't tell him the answer directly, but asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Do you know which technician here is the most popular and has the highest charge?" ”

Huang Haifeng looked confused, but still replied: "I have just been here, but I have also heard that No. 12 is the most popular, she charges five hundred for one hour, and ordinary technicians are one hundred and fifteen." ”

Chang Zheng smiled: "Yes, the fee standard of No. 12 is more than three times that of ordinary technicians. She charges so much, but there is a constant stream of guests who come to order her, and I heard that she has to book two days in advance to get her bell on the ground. There are dozens of technicians on the fourth and fifth floors combined, and there may be more than that, you see the beautiful girl who served me just now, the number has reached No. 99. Of all the technicians, is the hand of number 12 the best? ”

Huang Haifeng thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "I haven't accepted their services either, how do I know?" It is said that the best hand is No. 66, who graduated from the School of Nursing and studied physiotherapy and rehabilitation. ”

Chang Zheng nodded in agreement: "That's right, No. 66 is from a professional class, her hand style is the best, her muscles and bones are quite in place, and her professional skills are very good, I ordered her." But I only asked her to have a massage once, and I never got her bell up again. Why? Because she always has a cold face and doesn't talk to guests. She lives in her own world, and she thinks that she can mix and eat with her skills, and she can mix well. It turned out that this was not the case, her business was not good, and it would be nice to be able to clock once a day. ”

Huang Haifeng seemed to hear something, he looked at Chang Zheng, he knew that Chang Zheng probably had something to say.

Chang Zheng continued: "Why is No. 12's business so good, and why can she become the top name in this field? I also set up her bell once, two days in advance. She is not the youngest, her appearance can only be regarded as passable, and she is not as beautiful as No. 99. As for her massage skills, I can only say that they are average, not satisfactory. But why is she so popular? Because she knows how to cater to guests, she can always find something to talk to them about.

She has a kind of ability, that is, she can coax the guests to be comfortable, to put it bluntly, she talks about people when she sees people, and she talks nonsense when she sees ghosts. From a marketing point of view, she is good at promoting her products according to the different characteristics of customers and market demand. The products she sells are more than just massage techniques. If it is purely massage, the blind massage room can meet the demand, and it only costs 30 to 50 yuan at a time, and they press it very well. ”

Huang Haifeng was a little stunned: "Cangshen, I understand a little, I am the No. 66 who graduated from the physiotherapy and rehabilitation major." ”

Chang Zheng patted Huang Haifeng's thigh, "Yes, Ah Feng, you have a very high understanding." It's the same with writing books. Take the urban rivers and lakes and gang themes that you are good at, yes, you are from a professional class, you have received professional training, and you know more about things in the Tao than ordinary authors. If you go to work as a newspaper reporter, maybe you will be popular. But when writing a novel, you walk into a misunderstanding. The book you wrote, take this "Southern Capital Fengyun" as an example, I read a few chapters quickly, and I think this book is more like non-fiction than fiction.

Yes, the story you write is very true, but have you thought about it, do readers like it or not? If readers don't like it, editors generally won't. So, hehe, you have to learn like the number 12 technician here and learn to cater to your guests, and your customers are the readers. Even if you are occasionally touched by a guest and rubbed with oil, then you can laugh it off and keep the bottom line. Who hasn't been touched by the beautiful girls here? It's not easy for them, it's a formal place, and it's not a kiln, right? But then again, is there such an easy way to make money in this world? ”

Huang Haifeng let out a long sigh, and after a long time, he said to Chang Zheng: "Cangshen said that the heavens are broken, I can be regarded as knowing where my crink is." I write what I think is a true and wonderful story, and I want to show a real story to readers. You're right, I'm not writing a novel, it's more like non-fiction, or a biography, a biography of myself. Hey, it's useless to talk about this now, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to continue writing. ”

Chang Zheng suddenly asked, "What is your current work arrangement?" How are you treated? ”

Huang Haifeng smiled bitterly: "The working hours are from five o'clock in the afternoon to five o'clock in the morning of the next day, and I have three days off in a month, and I can get two thousand eight hundred a month." If you're lucky enough to meet a more generous local tyrant, you may be able to collect some tips. Anyway, it's better than me writing books, and I can still earn two or three thousand a month. ”

Damn, Chen Jiaqiang and his family are really unscrupulous capitalists, exploiting working people like this! Chang Zheng secretly scolded the black-hearted capitalists in his heart. Huang Haifeng is in this kind of class, and it is indeed difficult to continue writing. It's hard to have time and energy.

Chang Zheng said to Huang Haifeng very seriously: "Ah Feng, tell me, you speak in your heart, put aside these material things, do you still want to continue writing?" Want to continue your path to the gods? ”

Huang Haifeng didn't think about it, and said a word neatly: "Yes!" ”

"Good!" , Chang Zheng thumped Huang Haifeng's chest, and Zhengse said to him: "I'll help you!" ”