Peng Jiahua also dreamed, just after being scolded by his editor-in-charge Xiao Yuanchan that day.

Peng Jiahua is not as entangled as Yu Linglong, the reason is very simple, he is an online writer, not a pure literary youth.

Although Peng Jiahua's family has a residence in Hujiang University Town and a milk tea shop, they can be regarded as a native of Hujiang University Town, but Peng Jiahua is not a graduate of Hujiang University.

At the beginning, he was too naughty and mischievous, and when he was in middle school, he learned "long live sixty minutes" from others, and finally missed his time and place, and went to a general university in another place to study literature.

Writing was originally a hobby, but I tossed for two years and didn't write a thing that could be officially included in a well-known magazine or website, and finally reluctantly signed a contract with the current online article company and became an online writer.

There is still a big difference between online articles and those included in famous literary websites.

In terms of content, online literature is the so-called fast food culture, which does not pay much attention to creativity and writing, and does not need any connotation, just a cool word. Therefore, plagiarism is impossible for most online articles, but it is absolute to follow the trend. Although there are a few writers with outstanding writing, as long as they follow the trend, they will never become gods.

In the current literary world, the difference between a writer and a writer lies in whether or not they can create a theme idea that can be popular.

There are many writers who also have such ambitions, do not follow the trend, and innovate on their own, but they are not accepted by the public and the literary world, and in the end they don't want to pounce.

Follow the trend, you can't become famous, you can't become a god, but you have money; If you don't follow the trend, you have the possibility of becoming a god, but the hope is too slim, and once you hit the street, you will be empty of fame and wealth.

Peng Jiahua didn't open a new book a month ago, and he was in such a tangle, he had some ideas that didn't follow the trend, but in the end, he still couldn't get rid of the shadow of those famous books, which was also where he was not confident.

Until that day, he had an unbelievable dream.

"Crossing"?

The word first came to his mind, and it made him extremely excited.

The so-called time and space shuttle, this term is not the first time he has seen, now science and technology have proved that space shuttle is feasible, and those people of alien civilizations who come into contact with the blue star are through wormhole technology and jump to the vicinity of the blue star, and they will have contact with the blue star.

Otherwise, they don't know how many light years away, wouldn't it take a long time to run back and forth, even if the life span is enough, it will be too delayed.

However, time travel is something that those aliens cannot do either, and it is said that there is a certain paradox in logic.

Peng Jiahua's science knowledge is not very good, and he doesn't understand this scientific truth, but he knows that someone has written some related ones, but they are relatively obscure and not very popular with the public.

However, the dream he dreamed of gave Peng Jiahua a big inspiration. In Peng Jiahua's view, this inspiration far exceeds his original creativity.

So as soon as he woke up the next day, Peng Jiahua took advantage of the fact that he had not completely forgotten the dream, and hurriedly started to code words.

Whether it is Xiaoyuan's urging or personal ambition, Peng Jiahua does not have much room for entanglement.

Soon, Peng Jiahua coded out the beginning of the five chapters of 10,000 words, sent it to his editor-in-charge, Xiaoyuan-chan, and then waited anxiously for Xiaoyuan-chan's reply.

An hour later, Peng Jiahua received a reply from Xiaoyuanchan, with only two words on it: "Quick change!" ”

Peng Jiahua understands that this is his own and has already passed the review, and then he just needs to update it step by step.

He clicked on his author's backstage and sent the first two chapters up, and then opened his personal terminal and sent messages to a few of his old iron book friends.

As an old writer, although Peng Jiahua has not been very popular, there are a few old fans who follow him and never give up, which is also one of the driving forces for Peng Jiahua to persevere.

Of course, there is also the motivation to keep jumping and increasing the number on the personal account.

The income of online writers is extremely unstable, except for a small signing fee when they first signed a contract with the company, plus a basic salary every month, there is no fixed income.

The signing fee is definitely not much, like Peng Jiahua's novice status when he entered the industry, it is just a symbolic fee. And the basic salary, rather than the full attendance bonus, needs to be constantly updated every day to get it, like Peng Jiahua last month, who was decadent for a month, naturally all of them were deducted.

The main income of online writers lies in the subscription of the updated content written, and every time there is a person's subscription, Peng Jiahua has a small share of income, although it is only a few cents, but as long as the number of subscriptions goes up, the income is also going up.

Don't look at the income of online writers, it seems to be a lot, but it is still not as good as that of writers. Those gods are all in the mode of receiving a guaranteed salary plus sharing, and all the writers who sign up with various magazines or literary websites, which one does not have a high monthly salary, even if they don't produce a single work a year, they can still ensure a decent life. Once a new work is released, it is even more of a variety of sharing and cooperation agreements, just the signing of physical books, can top the Internet article Xiaobang Street for a year of hard work.

Peng Jiahua looked at his personal account, in just a few minutes, there was an income of dozens of yuan, Peng Jiahua knew that these were just the support of his iron fans, and then, it was up to him to see if he could win the recognition of new book friends and the support of Xiaoyuan sauce.

Of course, the first thing to ensure is the quality of your own works, how many good ideas there are, but in the end they did not become gods, but they became stepping stones, and they did not fall headlong into chaotic logic and boring writing.

For writing, Peng Jiahua feels that he is confident, but for his creative background, Peng Jiahua feels that he is not in control enough.

He is not a student of history, and he has never had much interest in history, so it is only right to quickly find information and make up for the loopholes in the plot in the dream.

As for why he can keep dreaming and making related plots, Peng Jiahua also made up his own brain to "think about it every day and think about it at night", and the loopholes in the plot, Peng Jiahua also thinks it should be, who dreams and does the logic is complete and leaky.

So, when Su Guo ran to the milk tea shop again, he found that Peng Jiahua was hungry and gnawing on history books with a reader.

"Mimi, you're here again?" Peng Jiahua put down the reader in his hand and said with a smile to the fat orange cat who automatically jumped on the bar chair.

"I'm in for today's milk tea!"

Although Peng Jiahua didn't know that the dream he had all day was from the orange cat's copying system, but it was indeed after the orange cat came that he started dreaming, and from this point of view, Peng Jiahua was happy to treat milk tea. What's more, milk tea is not an expensive thing.

Su Guo nodded, this fat shopkeeper can still carry it.

It's just that the "blue cat" in the store was unlucky again, and when Su Guo was waiting for milk tea to drink, he had to be pulled out by Peng Jiahua and accompanied Su Guo to "play". So, when the milk tea was ready, and Su Guo jumped on the counter of the small cabinet to drink milk tea, the little guy quickly fled into the bottom corner of the counter and never came out again.