"How about writing about an otherworld?"

Yu Le looked at Ding Shan with a smile. In fact, during college, Yu Le also read some online articles, and even supported the genuine version of the article in a thrifty manner. After all, there is no cheaper form of entertainment than reading a book. In any case, reading books is never a bad thing.

"Whatever I write is a hand-pinched handle! My writing is there!" Ding Shan immediately patted his chest, and the shot trembled violently, and then he came back to his senses, and his confidence was not very sufficient, "Fantasy, that's a pit! The absolute realm of the great gods, the valley of the death of newcomers." The newcomer jumped in in a hurry, and he couldn't even hear a sound!"

"Aren't you all waiting for yourself, how can you still be a newcomer. Yu Le scoffed.

"I'm not marketable yet. Ding Shan's fat face shone in the sunset, "Senior brother, let me tell you, the current reader just needs to be refreshing, slap his face and slap his face, and the logic is not taught, and the supporting role is professionally sent to the door! There is also a kind of systematic text, which is completely unlogical and shameless! For example, a normal person can't touch the old lady on the street, but the system assigns such a task to pig's feet, he can't touch it, the plot will come out, and no matter how brain-dead it is, it seems reasonable, this is simply an insult to the writer! The writer should have designed a plot so that the pig's feet had a reasonable motivation to touch the old lady—"

"The books that sell big are all touched...... It's all illogical?" Yu Le interrupted Ding Shan.

Hit the street, hit the street, there is a lot of nonsense.

What are the reasonable motives......

Whoa, whoa, the old lady, provoked whom!

"I have my insistence!" Ding Shan is quite heroic, "If you can't even make up a story, can you still be called a writer? Is this the bottom line good? Senior brother, let me tell you, the systematic text just can't make up a story, and the story is not systematic enough! Even if the pig's foot and the supporting characters in the world all have negative IQs, as long as they can pretend to be a wave and slap their faces, the reader's voice is thick, and he won't pick it at all!"

"That's it!" Yu Le patted his head, this thing has quite a lot of resentment against the system text, or was it crushed by the system text pushed by the same batch?

Hehe, no one buys your book, it turns out that it's all the reader's fault.

"I'll give you an outline tomorrow, you write the contract and post it on the Internet, and I'll post you a thousand words...... Fifty bar. Yu Le hesitated.

If you give too little, there is no motivation for this product. If you give too much, you are afraid that this goods will float.

"A gentleman has something to do and something not to do! The characters I create, whether they are supporting roles with pig's feet, must have an IQ online! Otherwise, I would rather fight to death......" Ding Shan was still spitting Xingzi wildly, and suddenly he was choked, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he looked at Yu Le with a difficult face, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"I'll give you an outline, fifty words in a thousand words, and I want all kinds of adaptation rights. Yu Le smiled.

"Huh?" This pie is a bit big, and Ding Shan has to go smoothly.

If you have 50 words in 1,000 words, my brother can earn 1,000 a day, 30,000 a month, and a year...... I'm going to go!

"Senior brother, do you invest in making a game?" Ding Shan inhaled in small sips.

"If the market responds well, it's not impossible to make games, first of all, let's make movies or cartoons. Yu Le smiled.

"I'll go!" Ding Shan wanted to jump high on the spot, but he held it strongly, and finally clenched his fist and pressed down slightly, "I can write a custom essay!"

Seeing that Yu Le was about to leave with his hands behind his back, Ding Shan hurriedly trotted two steps to follow, with a smirk on his face, "Senior brother, the outline ...... You give it to me now, why wait for tomorrow. ”

From now to tomorrow morning, it will be more than ten hours, how can this make people live!

Besides, I can earn 500 in one night's work, every inch of time and every inch of gold!

Ah no, I am entrusted with the matter of loyalty, and my brother is a writer with discipline......

"It's okay!" Yu Le readily agreed, "Let's go up the mountain and get it after eating." ”

In the kitchen, the fritters have already fried four side dishes, Jiang Wan made a good bag, and then took a thermos bucket to put the rice, and handed it to Yu Le. Over there, Zhang Shanshan was holding half of the duck and gnawing wildly, and Yu Le quietly took half of it.

Before the college entrance examination, it has been because of the dinner between Principal Ning and Ning Wushuang. Or Yu Le came down to take it, or took it back with two eggs or fritters. Now that Ning Wushuang has finished the college entrance examination, he has also developed a habit. Besides, Principal Ning and Qin Huan are not still patients.

Ning Weishi regarded Yu Le as a nephew, and knew that the two sides didn't care about the three melons and two dates.

Although looking at Ning Wushuang's eyes when he looked at Yu Le, he still had a headache.

Alas, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

Yu Le originally wanted Ding Shan to eat in the kitchen, and he would wait for a while. Dante Shan didn't have the heart to eat, so he snatched the packing box from Yu Le's hand and urged Yu Le to hurry up the mountain.

"Brother, the signature ......" Ding Shan suddenly remembered an important question, and he was very worried in his heart.

In fact, if you say 50 words in 1,000 words, the signature is not negotiable.

Although Ding Shanhua has raised a pen name for several years, he is old and educated, which is a little pity.

"It's all yours!" Yu Le couldn't cry or laugh, "I just need the adaptation rights, make cartoons, and the screenwriter is also you!"

"Brother, you are my own brother!" Ding Shan wanted to hug Yu Le and take a bite.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and I am going to shine on the streets for thousands of years! Those grandsons who have eyes and do not know gold and jade, you are waiting!

"Brother, what about the length?" Ding Shan asked timidly.

Writing three or five hundred thousand words that was cut in half can be said to abound, and some websites are undisciplined!

Of course, three or five hundred thousand words are not impossible to write, and 20,000 yuan will be handed down first, which at least proves that my brother can support himself with a pen!

Well, there is no need to question Brother Le's credit.

"It's not easy to be too long, just write it as soon as possible, I'll wait to shoot it." Yu Le said as he walked, "Oh yes, if it's well written, I have a series of outlines here. The general environment is the same, they are all ...... The legendary Heavenly Court, this time the pig's feet are the giant spirit gods. ”

"Heavenly Court?Giant Spirit God?" Ding Shan accidentally paused, and hurriedly ran a few steps to keep up.

Watching Brother Le walk slowly, the speed is quite fast. Ding Shan was so tired that he couldn't forget the pride in the professional field, "Brother, that's not fantasy, that's Xianxia! Brother, you don't understand, fantasy is to create a complete world, and Xianxia is to recreate ...... in a fixed mythical world."

Uh, Brother Le doesn't seem to have said anything about fantasy?

It's okay, Brother Xianxia is also good at it!

A writer can't be confined to a certain field, just like an actor, he must expand his acting path, act purely, and act charmingly. can play a white-collar worker, and also play a resentful woman. can play the Qing people, and you have to play the half-hidden door......

"Senior brother, this is the end of it!"

In the courtyard, Qin Huan and Ning Weishi were still working hard. Qin Huan took out the notebook, put it on the chair, and sat on the Mazazi to type. If you are not sure, you will discuss it with Ning Weishi, mainly to break the sentence.

Qin Fen had already accompanied Professor Liu Xiaochun back to the city. Qin's mother was supposed to stay with Qin Huan, but Qin Huan was already well, and she didn't want her parents to accompany her. Qin's mother also went back to work in the city, although she had already taken a long vacation. In fact, Qin's mother is a senior teacher in middle school, specializing in the third year of high school, and her work is also quite busy.

Before leaving, Qin's mother also left a thick envelope, and Ning Weishi didn't say anything.

There should be a fee for treating the sick and saving people. Whether Yu Le takes it or not, it's all his business.

"Don't worry, let's eat first. Yu Le smiled and put down the thermos bucket. Ding Shan also put down the lunch box, rubbed his hands and smiled.

Yu Le introduced Ning Weishi and Qin Huan. Qin Huan stood up enthusiastically and shook hands, "Hello, senior brother!"

Speaking of which, Agricultural University is really talented, Qin Huan is a junior, and Ding Shan is a senior, so they have some closeness.

"Brother, I fried the spicy chicken!" Ning Wushuang ran out of the stove room in a hurry.

"Yo! we have no better skills!" Yu Le looked at the black on Wushuang's face, and the smoke was still billowing from the stove.

You were stir-frying just now, not setting fire to the house?

"Look down on people!" Ning Wushuang glanced at Yu Le fiercely, and sure enough, he brought out a dinner plate.

Yu Le scratched his head, how can anyone look down on people, just look at the color, this chicken must be cooked!

As he spoke, Qin Huan had already finished typing, and Ning Weishi put away the manuscript of the Giant Spirit God.

Ding Shan squatted on the ground and looked eagerly at the so-called outline. According to Yu Le's request, Qin Huan just translated it simply and expressed the meaning clearly, but the result was still a bit half-literate.

Of course, this also makes it difficult for the writer, "Hehe, the lines are very thick, and the plot is thin." Writing, that's it......"

"Why else should I invite a writer?" Yu Le beckoned Ding Shan to eat first.

Ning Wushuang had already set the table, three small wine glasses were filled with wine, and she continued to drink the concentrated juice by herself.

"I'm not going to drink it, and I'm not going to be sober anymore. Ding Shan scratched his head and smirked, his eyes kept staring at the notebook, "I'm thinking about it!"

Yu Le drank it all by himself, whether he likes to drink it or not, anyway, the wine is there.

Qin Huan and Ning Weishi glanced at each other, one old and one young actually had a heart.

This wine is absolutely extraordinary, and the evaluation of curing diseases and strengthening the body without diseases is actually too low.

Whether you can drink it or not depends on your personal fortune.

Although Qin Huan is not very old, he is also a person who has died once. Now living in this mountain, listening to the legend of Wong Tai Sin all the time, the world view is different from the past.

For example, Wang Dapeng, the village accountant who died begging for Bailai, is a blessed person, and Qin Huan has also been familiar with him in the past few days.

"Our main creator, Qin Huan is responsible for animation production, and Ding Shan is responsible for script coordination. Yu Le poured himself another glass.

"Brother, can you taste the chicken!" Ning Wushuang's big eyes fanned.

"You don't have to taste it, you can see that it's delicious!" Yu Le continued to drink, and tried hard to change the subject, "I also hired an artist in charge of image design, and I'll be here tomorrow." ”

"Brother, can you taste it!" Ning Wushuang was enthusiastic and looking forward to it.

"Ding Shan, what are you doing sitting? Come, taste the chicken!" Yu Le greeted Ding Shan.

Ding Shan pulled his eyes out of the screen, and sure enough, he grabbed a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, and everyone watched him.

"Everyone eats, why are you looking at me?" Ding Shan chewed very hard, he couldn't swallow it, but he couldn't spit it out, "Brother Le, why don't I have a drink too?"