Starting point Chinese Network Headquarters, Editor-in-Chief Office

Yang Chen looked at the data in his hand with a look of joy.

"All god-level authors have been restored and updated, and it seems that the effect of Wenshen's preaching is unexpectedly good."

A hint of excitement flashed in Yang Chen's eyes.

He knew that this meant that the first step of the [Ascending Plan] was perfectly executed by the wisher.

"Brother Zhihu, it's me Yang Chen."

Yang Chen dialed Sima Zhihu's phone.

"Hmmm! It worked? ”

Sima Zhihu asked calmly.

"Hahaha, Brother Zhihu, perfect execution, ninety percent of god-level authors in the online literature industry have joined the starting point, and there are countless other ordinary authors, and the three contracts have also been successfully promoted. It's really a good [wisher to take the bait]. ”

"Well, then the second step can start preparing."

There was no surprise in Sima Zhihu's voice.

"Brother Zhihu, aren't you excited at all? Well, count me in vain...... What is the second step? ”

Yang Chen was helpless, in his eyes, Sima Zhihu would always be so calm.

"The second step is to create a god. Nine hundred god-level authors are too few, too few. For the position of the five main gods, it is time to choose a candidate. Otherwise, it will always be a ticking time bomb. ”

Sima Zhihu sighed.

"God-making, wow, tell me what to do? I can't wait. ”

Yang Chen's eyes lit up, and his body trembled slightly with excitement.

"Don't worry, I still have some preparations here, and I'll tell you tomorrow. Hang up first, good night. ”

Sima Zhihu played a dumb riddle.

"Alright! You're still like that, mysterious, good night. ”

Yang Chen felt like a cat scratching in his heart, he was curious, but he knew that Sima Zhihu would basically not change his words when he said it.

……

The next day, Friday

In Ludi, Huaxia, there is a well-known university in China, called Huaxia Petroleum University.

It is one of the top 100 universities in China.

At this time, the former leader of the earth's online literature industry, with an annual income of more than 10 million, is studying in this school.

It's just that all his achievements have been changed by the online game system at this time.

And he is just a sophomore with no name.

This person's name is Yang Zhendong. Many people may not know his real name, but when it comes to his pen name, almost everyone in the entire online literature industry in the original world must know it.

His pen name is [Chendong].

Half a month ago, he just registered this pen name at the starting point and entered the mysterious world of online literature for the first time.

Everything in the online literature world completely attracted him.

He skipped class, he abandoned his studies, and he threw his whole heart and soul into the world.

But in the past few days, as the starting point god-level author left, his heart gradually tugged.

His first work is being released at the beginning. Although, he is still just a street fighter.

But in his heart, there is a voice.

He wants to become the top group of people in the online literature industry.

Doodoo ......

"It's noisy, Zhendong, you take the phone."

At Huaxia Petroleum University, there is a public telephone in every student dormitory.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and the phone rang non-stop.

"Xiaohua, didn't I say it yesterday? From now on, call me Chendong, Chenlong's Chen, and the east of the East. ”

In the seven 312 dormitories, a voice was heard from a bed near the door.

"Okay, okay, Chen Dong, Uncle Chen, can you please answer the phone, I didn't sleep until three o'clock when I played League of Legends last night, and I was trapped to death."

Xiaodong's voice was lazy.

"Who made you sleep so late, you deserve it."

Chen Dong climbed out of bed and walked to the public phone.

Doodoo ......

At this time, the phone was still ringing.

"Hey, hello, this is the 7th building 312 dormitory, who are you looking for?"

Chen Dong looked at the caller ID on the phone, it was an unfamiliar number.

"I'm looking for Yang Zhendong."

"I am, who are you?"

Chen Dong was puzzled.

"Oh, I'm Sima Zhihu, deputy chief editor of the starting point Chinese network."

The caller was Sima Zhihu, who had not been up long ago.

"You are the first wise man in the online literature industry, Zhihu?"

Chen Dong was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of shock. He didn't doubt Sima Zhihu's identity.

"Haha, it's good that you know me, can I ask you a question?"

"Editor-in-chief Zhihu, you ask."

Chen Dong is nervous, he has just entered the online literature industry, and he has also met some friends in the past half a month.

Zhihu, the first wise man in the online literature industry, is the second person he has heard more about during this time, and everyone talks about him, and his words are full of respect and admiration.

"Do you want to be the main god?"

Sima Zhihu's voice sounded in Chen Dong's ears.

Rumble......

There seemed to be a thunderclap in Chen Dong's mind, and his mind went blank.

"Wisdom ...... Mr. Fox, what do you say. ”

Chendong's voice was full of disbelief. He knows what the position of the main god is, it is the position above ten thousand people under one person in the online literature world, and it is the goal that all top authors in the online literature industry dream of.

It is the dream of all people to chase their lives and struggle.

Although he is determined to become the top author in the online literature industry. But he knows that his current self is still far behind.

"I said, do you want to have the position of the main god in the online literature world?"

Sima Zhihu had a satisfied smile on his face, and Chen Dong's reaction made him very satisfied.

Although, he didn't understand why Qi Shao was looking for Chendong, the three young people of the Tang family, and the three newcomer writers who dreamed of the divine machine, but he didn't question it, he believed that Qi Shao was not a confused person. Every move he makes, there is a reason for him.

He said that these three people are most suitable for the position of the main god, and there must be a reason why they are the most suitable.

"Mr. Zhihu, I think, I want to be the main god."

Chen Dong's face was flushed, and he yelled excitedly.

"Well, I sent you my contact information in the writer's backstage, you go and add it, we're going to talk about it."

Sima Zhihu hung up the phone.

"yes, I'm going to be the main god, wah-ka-ka."

Chen Dong smirked all over his face.

"Zhendong, what the hell are you calling early in the morning, and you don't let people sleep."

Xiaohua's voice was full of irritability.

"Zhang Xiaohua, I said, call me Chendong!!"

"Okay, okay, Uncle Chendong, will you let me sleep well? I finally didn't have a class in the morning. ”

"Accurate!"

Chen Dong was in a good mood, he returned to his computer desk and turned on the computer.

Quickly log in to the writer's backend.

At this time, on the writer's backstage, there was indeed a new message for the writer's consultation.

At this moment, he completely believed what Zhihu said.

The information of the writer's background can only be released by the official person of the starting point Chinese network.

"Is this a QQ number?"

Chen Dong logged in to QQ and added the QQ number sent from the writer's consultation.

【Added successfully】

"Hello, Mr. Zhihu, I'm Chendong."

Chen Dong excitedly sent a message.

QQ system prompt: Zhihu invites you to join the [Creator] QQ group, do you agree?

Looking at the prompt message, Chen Dong was stunned, and then he quickly clicked to confirm.

In an instant, he successfully joined the [God Maker] group.

His gaze looked at the group members.

At this time, there were only four members, whose names were Zhihu, the third young man of the Tang family, who dreamed of a divine machine, and himself.

(End of chapter)