"Ahem..."

Just when Huo Meng was doubting his future, at the moment when he was at the lowest point in his life, suddenly a voice of QQ plus friends attracted his attention.

Huo Meng clicked on QQ, and saw a stranger with the nickname [Drunken Dream Life] adding his QQ, and there was such a line in the message of adding friends.

[Hello, is it Xiao Huo's son? ] I am the editor-in-chief of Yangsheng Chinese Network Ah Yao, there are some things I want to talk to you, if it is convenient, add QQ, thank you! 】

Looking at the line of words in the information column, Huo Meng scratched his head strangely, and two questions appeared in his mind.

"Can you write so many words in the message column?"

"Is this guy a liar?"

As a person who has been in the online literary industry for five or six years, Huo Meng has long been accustomed to those scammers who come to cheat manuscripts under the banner of editing, and every day there are several liars who claim to be the editors of a certain website to add QQ and cheat manuscripts.

Huo Meng remembered that when he first entered the industry, he was deceived several times, and the common characteristic of those scammers was that they were allowed to buy it out at a high price, and then asked you to write a 30,000-word beginning, write a complete outline and send it to him, and when you repeatedly revised and passed a complete novel outline and 30,000-word beginning, no matter how well you wrote, his reply to you was always not up to par, and then asked you to revise it repeatedly.

And just when you stupidly thought that it was really your own idea that went wrong, those scammers had already published your outline and the beginning of 30,000 words to the studio to openly recruit gunners, Huo Meng remembered that he was deceived two years ago, the price of the gunman was fifteen yuan per thousand words, and the total income brought by that book to the studio was as high as five or six hundred thousand, and later a traditional version was released, and from beginning to end, Huo Meng did not get a dime.

Because the black-hearted studio has been squeezing the gunman's manuscript fee, a work with a profit of five or six hundred thousand yuan, actually only gave the gunman a cabbage price of 1,000 words and fifteen, and directly led the first gunman to take over the job angrily and stopped writing, and then after several twists and turns, the black-hearted studio changed three gunners before finally finishing the article, and one of the gunners later went to the studio where Huo Meng is now, so the two got acquainted and became friends, Huo Meng knew that he had been deceived in the first place.

After all kinds of deceived experiences, Huo Meng no longer has a cold to those so-called editors-in-chief and editors, so when he saw Ah Yao, the editor-in-chief of Yangsheng Chinese Network, he didn't seem very excited, on the contrary, he just smiled bitterly and turned off the information about adding friends.

Yangsheng Chinese Network, Huo Meng has already seen it in Longkong, it is said that behind the website there is the support of a large group, is so far, the only one that is the most optimistic, can compete with the Yuewen Group of literary websites, since the opening of Yangsheng Chinese Network, it has attracted a large number of writers, into it, including some gunners who changed careers.

In fact, Huo Meng also wanted to develop Yangsheng Chinese Network in the past, but when he learned that the approval rate of Yangsheng Chinese Network was very low, even lower than Dayuewen, he was a little disheartened, which seemed to be a blow to failure for many years, so that he didn't even have confidence in himself.

After thinking about it, he finally decided to continue to be a gunslinger, find time to write some of his own articles, and then continue to preach at a certain point.

After Huo Meng turned off the QQ information, soon, the QQ friend came with a "cough" sound again, Huo Meng clicked on QQ again, it was actually the QQ of the editor-in-chief of Yangsheng Chinese Network, and the information of adding friends was still the same, but a smile was ^_^ added to the symbol, Huo Meng shook his head with a smile, and turned off QQ again.

Now not to mention that the editor-in-chief of Yangsheng Chinese Network came to him, or a small editor in charge of the website came to him, he couldn't believe that a person who had been rejected by the website many times, experienced that the website editor was high, commanding, and ignoring, would not believe it in any case that the editor-in-chief of a website would take the initiative to talk to him about cooperation with a writer like him.

Huo Meng turned off QQ, opened the small black room, set the time to three hours, and then started a new round of spelling.

Spelling is a software program set up between writers in order to supervise each other, in the same time, according to the speed of each writer's codeword, it is a good software tool that can motivate yourself.

After several years of experience, Huo Meng has already made a name for himself in the circle, and now in the entire circle, in terms of minimum word speed, he can definitely be regarded as the top fifteen, and once set a record of 5,800 words of code words in one hour, of course, the code words here are by no means you randomly typing the keyboard, or rolling out of the keyboard with your face, but the real code text.

After three hours of code words, Huo Meng only felt that his neck was hard, very sore and painful, twisting his neck, he would hear the "click" sound from the bones inside, which was a precursor to cervical spondylosis, or that he had cervical spondylosis, and the long-term arm hanging, as well as the bending of the waist, made his chest often stuffy, and even sometimes when he got up in the morning, he would feel dizzy when he got up violently.

This is a common problem in the writer's industry, for the great god is fine, has a regular life, can also go to massage, great health care, and for the street writer, this qiē is almost impossible.

Overloaded code words every day, in the end, there are many people who do not make money, but are tired and sick, Huo Meng is one of them.

Twisted his neck, got up and walked outside the apartment, and simply moved his muscles and bones, at this time, it was already two o'clock in the morning, night, quiet as death, sometimes, it was really no different from death, the life of the walking dead, the ideal was like a mirror, it could never be reached, it could not be touched, every day it was muddy, and it felt like the soul was about to corrode the void.

"Hey... It's so tiring to be alive! ~" Huo Meng sighed and rubbed his face vigorously, "Is it really worth tossing yourself into the current 'no one and no ghost' for the sake of an ethereal dream in my heart?" ”

For the first time in his heart, Huo Meng had doubts about his persistence, and for the first time he wavered in his dreams, if he was not a writer, with his master's degree in college, he could apply for a job moving bricks on the construction site, or go to YTO Express to apply for a job as a courier, if he worked hard enough, he could earn a salary of five or six thousand yuan a month, or even higher.

When the time comes, you won't have to think about all kinds of jokes every day, you won't have to painstakingly conceive a plot, you won't have to grovel to please the editor, and you won't have to worry about your book being pirated...

Perhaps, if you don't write properly, you can live a little easier...

Perhaps, if you don't write properly, you can make a little more money ...

Perhaps, not a good writer, can have a girlfriend ...

Perhaps, if you don't write well, you can live a little more decently... (To be continued.) )