After making an appointment with a time and place, Huang Liang hung up the phone, turned on the computer, and logged in to the origin novel network.

"It's only been more than ten days since the book was released, and there are more than 10,000 collections, it seems that I should be able to make a fortune with this book that breaks through the universe."

"More than 300 people have already given rewards, adding up to more than 1,000 yuan, and I can get four or five hundred next month."

"I don't know if it can be put on the shelves this month, and when it's on the shelves, I'll directly explode a hundred chapters."

After reading his novel, Huang Liang closed the origin novel network.

I opened the Penguin chat software and chatted with the editor in charge, Dapeng, for more than ten minutes.

"The better the writing, the more recommendations, people have to rely on themselves, and many things can't be asked."

Huang Liang, who was full of emotion, turned off the computer and fell asleep on the bed.

The works of others who are gods in one book, and the results of the origin novel network, do not need him to worry.

After copying all the novels he remembers, he can also rewrite those novels that he can't remember.

Move some of this novel and copy some of that novel, and he has the ability to make dozens of high-quality online novels.

A few hours later, Huang Liang, who was woken up by the alarm clock, immediately got up to boil medicine.

After practicing Xingyi Qigong for more than half an hour, after the temperature dropped a little, Huang Liang drank it in a big gulp, and then practiced the Yijin Sutra, and he could stand on the pile at any time.

Since discovering that the benefits of practicing the Yi Jin Jing were the greatest after taking a medicinal bath and drinking medicinal soup, he changed his cultivation plan.

In the early morning and dusk, after practicing Xingyi Qigong and medicinal bath and medicinal soup, then practice Yijin Jing, Longyin Iron Cloth Shirt, Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Jar, Xingyi Boxing, Tai Chi, Bajiquan, Baguazhang, Wing Chun, Shen Xing Gong, Bagua Swimming, etc.

There are not many things to do in the factory, and when he is free, he is in the laboratory station mixed yuan pile.

When the Yijin Sutra was completed, he changed to the Bone Forging Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra.

After a stop, Huang Liang ate some braised beef noodles, drank a carton of milk, took some braised beef, and drove to the factory.

"Got a car?" Xie Yu, the captain of the security guard, asked with a surprised expression.

"Hmm." Huang Liang answered, parked the car, and walked quickly to the laboratory.

There are many parking spaces in the factory, and even if there is no extra parking space, you can park your car outside the laboratory.

There was a large open space in front of the lab, and that area belonged to him.

"Mr. Huang, did you buy a car?" Class B QC Tang Sen, who was prepared and glued, asked with a smile.

"It's not like you can't afford it." Huang Liang said disappreciatively.

In this era, the cheaper ones are only tens of thousands, and the slightly more expensive ones are only hundreds of thousands.

"Mr. Huang, how much did you spend on the car you bought?" Tang Sen asked curiously.

"About 120,000." Huang Liang said.

"Domestic cars have high fuel consumption, why don't you buy island cars?" Townsend asked suspiciously.

"Support domestic production, can't you?" Huang Liang asked rhetorically.

"It's up to you to drag." Townsend sneered.

"Isn't that just a car? There is one in the factory, as long as you are willing to spend money, which one can't afford to buy a car? It's just that the car is a little more expensive or a little cheaper. Huang Liang said indifferently.

"Shaolong, what song did you listen to?" Li Qingshan asked curiously.

"Chen Jianhua's album just came out." Liu Shaolong replied.

"It's good." Li Qingshan nodded.

"Brother Huang, Chen Jianhua's ten songs, the songwriter is also Huang Liang." Liu Shaolong said.

"I'm a good good, he's a beam of sorghum, it's obviously different." Huang Liang said calmly.

"I calculated, Chen Jianhua's new album has been sold for more than 30 million yuan on the Penguin Music platform, if those songs are mine, I will invite you to dinner every day." Liu Shaolong said with his eyes shining.

"What are you dreaming about in broad daylight?" Huang Liang teased.

"It's just that you have to dream and go back at night." Townsend chimed in.

"More than 3,000 yuan a month, it's too much pressure." Liu Shaolong sighed.

"Do something else, like writing a novel online." Huang Liang proposed.

"Brother Huang, how is your novel?" Liu Shaolong asked.

"I signed a contract, and I have a reward of more than 1,000, and I can get four or five hundred next month." Huang Liang said.

"If you give a reward of more than a thousand, you can only get four or five hundred?" Liu Shaolong was puzzled.

"If you tip 1,000, the author will share 500, the platform will share 500, and after deducting personal income tax, others will reward 1,000, and I can only get 400, and after it will be released next month, there will be a subscription share." Huang Liang said.

"I don't see it, you're still a writer." Li Qingshan admired.

"Lao Li, you used to be a Chinese teacher, and with your writing, you can write novels on the Internet, at most you lack some whimsical creativity." Huang Liang said solemnly.

It's not easy to do anything, it's not easy to go to work, it's not easy to write a novel.

If you want to get more money, you have to do more things, after all, you may not be able to encounter money in the sky once in your life.

"Mr. Huang, show us the novel you wrote." Tang Sen couldn't wait.

"Log in to the Origin Novel Network and search for the Dou Po Universe, that's what I wrote." Huang Liang said disappreciatively.

"Brother Huang, the author of Dou Po Universe, how can he also be Huang Liang?" Liu Shaolong asked curiously.

"A random author's name I chosen." Huang Liang said casually.

"Brother Huang, Chen Jianhua's ten new songs, won't you also write them?" Liu Shaolong was skeptical.

"How is that possible? I don't know Chen Jianhua. Huang Liang flatly denied it.

"It's time to work." Wu Feng glanced at his mobile phone, turned around and walked to the workshop.

Seeing this situation, Tang Sen and Xiang Yunfei followed up quickly.

A few minutes later, Peng Xiang and Gao Deheng walked in.

"Mr. Peng, what's the matter?" Huang Liang asked with a smile.

"Mr. Huang, you have bought a car, should you treat your brothers to dinner?" Peng Xiang asked.

"Isn't it just eating? No problem, when you change shifts, how about the Red Fire Hotel? Huang Liang nodded in response.

When I bought the car the day before yesterday, I had already invited Zhou Peng and them to a meal.

In line with the idea of intimacy and other thoughts, he did not call Peng Xiang and others.

Now that everyone else has spoken, this meal obviously can't run away.

"Refreshing." Peng Xiang praised with a smile.

"Mr. Huang, how much did your car cost?" Gao Deheng asked.

"About 120,000." Huang Liang replied.

"How's the performance?" Gao Deheng asked again.

"It's good, I can drive." Huang Liang said.

In the morning, I checked a cart of glue and took two plates for experiments.

In the afternoon, I went out to inspect three trucks of veneers, and returned to the factory to inspect another car of fake teak.

"Another day." After swiping his off-duty card, Huang Liang drove away.

When I returned to the villa, I turned on the computer and saw that the number of people who collected the Dou Po universe was three thousand more than yesterday.

The next night, Huang Liang took a look at his novel and found that the collection had risen to 30,000.

"The Dou Po universe seems to have taken off, and there have been more unfriendly comments."

"The main purpose of online novels is to pass the time of boredom."

"If you want to show your cultural level, why don't you read ancient texts?"

With a calm expression, he turned off the origin novel network, and Huang Liang tapped the keyboard attentively.

"There are more than 500,000 manuscripts in storage, and from tomorrow, I will learn computer programming by myself."

He walked into the master bedroom, lay down on the bed and fell asleep, and when the alarm clock rang, he rolled over again.

Boil medicine to practice qigong, drink medicine to practice Yijin meridian...... Grab a few computer books and go to work in the factory.

The cultivation of national arts is gradually getting better, but Huang Liang's heart is a little depressed.

Raiders Xiang Feifei's matter, he has no clue, just like a dog biting a hedgehog, and there is no place to eat.

If you make a rash move, the probability of failure is too great.

"Text her directly and invite her to dinner?"

"Sending flowers? It seems to be a little outdated. ”

"Jewelry? It's too early again. ”

Sitting in a chair in the laboratory, Huang Liang secretly pondered what he could do.