Bang Bang Bang! ”

Ye Feng suddenly applauded and said with a smile: "I'll just talk about it as a reader, the most wonderful thing about a book is that it can make readers have endless aftertaste, your book is like boiled water, plain, no taste, do you say that such a book can be welcomed?" ”

At this point, he said no more.

As I said before, writing is something that can't be pulled out and grown, and can only be found by slowly accumulating.

"Wind, boiled water" Hugo muttered these two words carefully, and suddenly had an idea, which made his whole body suddenly.

His mind had been obscured by a thick fog, and the two words were like sunlight that suddenly shone in, rapidly evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye until it dissipated.

This was the first time he felt that his mind was so clear, how thorough, and what he couldn't figure out in writing a book before, now as long as he used his brain slightly, he would immediately think of it.

He finally understood where his book was rotting.

All this has changed thanks to the guidance of this tightly wrapped person.

He turned his head away, wanting to thank the man. But there is already nothing around you, so you still remember the figure of that person.

"Boss, where are you? Boss! He sprang to his feet, looking from side to side, trying to find the man again.

However, except for the hurried clansmen, the figure of that person was nowhere to be seen.

Hugo not only sat down on the stone again in a bit of a dejected way.

He couldn't understand why he left without even saying hello.

But he used to do this, and his imagination was extremely rich.

He soon suddenly remembered that he had been masking his face and refused to show his true face, could it be that the one just now was a master from outside the world, and he came here to give him guidance?

Thinking of this, a heartfelt respect arose from the depths of his heart.

At the same time, he thought that he still didn't know who this master was, and he couldn't help but feel some chagrin and self-blame, and he couldn't wait to slap himself a few big mouths.

After packing up his mood, he stood up, looked at the position where the master was sitting just now, clenched his two fists tightly, and said to himself: "Senior, I will definitely work harder to live up to your expectations!" ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, he walked towards his home with firm steps.

He already had a new idea, and he was going to write it down, and he believed that he would not fail this time.

As for Ye Feng, after he saw that his persuasion effect had been effective, he brushed off his clothes and hid his merits and fame.

In writing books, he is also a layman with black eyes, and this is the only thing he can help him.

Hugo returned to his home, and without even taking a sip of water, he rushed directly to his desk.

On the table, there was a wad of paper half a palm-thick.

Looking at this pile of paper, he immediately felt bitter in his mouth.

The pile of paper on the table was his last batch of paper, and if he ran out, he would no longer be able to afford it.

Therefore, he had to save money.

Sitting in his chair, he muttered for a long time, a completely new work, only gradually formed in his mind.

Picking up the brush and dipping it in thick ink, he began to do a new creation.

Several books are written down, to ensure that there are no typos as much as possible, and at the same time to ensure a certain speed, said.

In this way, it lasted for half a month, and a new book was finalized.

After washing off the ink from the elder brother and hanging it on the pen holder, Hugo looked at the manuscript on the table, and his face once again hung with sadness.

Although the manuscript has been decided, he has little money, and the next meal is a problem, so how can he publish a book?

Now if you want to publish a book, you have to buy a lot of paper, and you have to recruit a group of people who can write beautifully to copy, and these are the giants who spend money.

He originally thought that he would be able to benefit from the writing and selling a few copies, but this sudden change caught him a little off guard. He began to get anxious, and he was anxiously going back and forth in the room.

"Why don't you go to Jace and borrow money?" As soon as this thought arose in his heart, Hugo erased it from his heart.

First, this money is indeed not a small amount, and I am embarrassed to speak.

Second, Jace doesn't support him much anymore to write a book, and he may not be able to borrow money when he opens his mouth.

"Alas, I'd better go out for a look, I haven't been out for more than half a month." Hugo said to himself as he opened the door.

The streets of the tribe are still so bustling, and the tribesmen are still in a hurry, as if they will never stop.

Hugo walked alone on the street, listening to the shouts of the street vendors, the lively discussions of pedestrians, and the bargaining of aunts and aunts......

These voices full of life were intertwined, which made his impatient heart gradually calm down.

The book he wrote this time is close to life, perfectly outlining the ups and downs in life, and he believes that such a book can bring him a huge profit.

But these must be solved by solving the problem of publishing a book.

"How did I remember this again?"

Hugo smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and brushed the question aside.

It seems that this problem cannot be solved, he no longer thinks about it, he wants to do something else, maybe he will meet some leader and solve the problem?

He kept walking forward, and a brand new façade attracted his idea.

He clearly remembered that in a façade that Ye Feng made not long ago, it was called a theater, and there were all kinds of performances, dances, sketches, etc., as long as you paid a little money at the door, you could watch it inside.

Hugo thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, dropped a few copper plates at the toll booth at the door, and walked inside.

He was held in the house, and you decided to relax in it for more than half a month today, and it would take a few dollars anyway.

As soon as he entered, he heard an infectious male voice coming from inside.

It seems that this is a storytelling performance, which is one of his favorite shows for those who like to write books.

Just as he was about to find a seat to sit down, he suddenly heard someone calling his name from the VIP seat placed on the observation deck on the second floor.

"Hugo, what a coincidence, come on, come here, sit here!"

Hugo quickly looked up and was immediately pleasantly surprised.

This person was the last time he met, a master who was tightly wrapped all over his body.

To be continued

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