Chapter 277: Here's a Way!

"It's gone.."

When Qingfeng saw the end of the chapter, there was no text to show again, and he remembered that this work to be reviewed was only seven short chapters.

For a while, Qingfeng felt helpless, and his heart was full of unfinished feelings.

But no matter how speechless he was, he could only suppress his 'anger full of anticipation' first, and then return to his professional topic, and began to judge how this book was, whether it could be released, and then arranged as a contract object.

Because the recommended resources of the website are limited.

If you sign this work by yourself, if you have this achievement in the future, you must go to the charter and arrange recommendations.

Therefore, I must first evaluate whether there is a market for a work in the future, and I can't draw conclusions in one breath.

Otherwise, it is simple to sign the contract by yourself, but if the results are not good, this will not only delay your own performance, but also delay the hard work of Master Zhao.

That's why.

Now it's the first time I've seen this kind of 'early suppression of the protagonist type', and I'm a little uncertain in my heart, I don't know how this new style of work is for today's soft and soft literary market.

In case, it's just that I like it, and I arranged it for this Master Zhao again.

But the market is not welcome, that is to put it bluntly, you can't let this Master Zhao write for himself, and he doesn't feel that his face is so big.

But then again.

Qingfeng is looking forward to a book for the first time, and wants to see how Xiao Yan takes revenge in this 'first suppressed and then raised' type!

"Everything on the Internet is the same, and many times you can guess what the ending is when you look at the opening."

Qingfeng can start to make a profound evaluation according to the market of this world, "And this book is completely deviated from the market, and there is no story style of practicing in peace, but it has set up a strong enemy at the beginning, as a source of pressure for struggle?" And then regain your original talent, or go into business and politics? ”

Thinking of this, Qingfeng stood up, walked around the office a few times, and looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window, "But it was originally relaxed." But this book goes the wrong way, and I don't know if it will succeed in the end."

"Anyway, in my opinion, I feel like I can." Although Qingfeng couldn't guess how Xiao Yan rose, he also figured out this style of writing, "But now I don't know if such a 'suppression type' will be recognized by the public, so that the author with the pen name 'Master Zhao' will break into a little fame and open a new online literature pattern."

Qingfeng thought for a while, turned around and looked at his food, and then looked at the review page that was not closed, and finally felt that he could see it, and he was looking forward to it, so he simply tried it willfully!

In case this Master Zhao really opens up a new market pattern, then he can be regarded as an investment, not a willful act.

"This also needs an outline, and you can't hastily sign this work with only seven chapters." Since Qingfeng decided to sign Zhao Zhou, he began to think about the formal charter, "Otherwise, this is well written, if there is no one in the future, or this Master Zhao has taken off the burden halfway!" ”

"So this outline still needs to be there, and it's best to know how Xiao Yan rose.."

Qingfeng thought about it, and after finding a suitable reason for his idea of 'wanting to know how to follow up on the seven chapters', he skillfully operated it, used a chat software, and added the 'chat number' in Zhao Zhou's background personal information. ’

Afterwards.

Qingfeng skillfully remarked (Literary Network Editor Qingfeng)'s friend verified and sent it, and began to answer some questions from the author while eating a cold meal, and in his spare time, he looked at the icon in the lower right corner from time to time, wondering when Master Zhao would agree.

But this one.

Qingfeng waited from noon until the end of the evening.

During this period, there were still many friends who applied or agreed, and the sound of 'Didi' sounded, which made him click on it with anticipation, and found that they were all some '+ what number to see the large scale' advertising accounts.

Other than that, there is no consent prompt about that Master Zhao.

Then, the breeze with anticipation must be a little lost.

"It shouldn't be, I have to eat at noon, even if it is working time in the afternoon, I can always spare some time in the evening, but why didn't this Master Zhao reply for half a day, and he didn't even refuse.."

Qingfeng thought in his heart, feeling that Zhao Zhou should not have seen it.

Otherwise, since Zhao Zhou has already published a book on the website and filled in his own information, he will not ignore himself.

"Maybe it's too busy."

Qingfeng looked out the window and saw that it was almost dark, and the time had gone to about seven o'clock, although he felt that Zhao Zhou would be busy, but he felt that no matter how busy he was, in such an era when the mobile phone did not leave him, he should also take the time to take a look.

Of course, if you are particularly busy with work, or are busy all night and are catching up on sleep in the afternoon, then you don't say it.

But it doesn't matter why.

Qingfeng waited until about eight o'clock in the evening, and when he saw that the colleagues in the company were almost finished, he found that this Master Zhao had not agreed, so he could only hang the chat number on his mobile phone, and wait until he got home.

"What is this Xiao Yan's strange encounter?"

Qingfeng turned off the computer and went downstairs, still thinking about the three-year appointment.

Including him brushed the first seven chapters of Dou Po four or five times this afternoon, and read them word by word, but he didn't find the mystery implied in them!

And this question, coupled with the matter of why Xiao Yan couldn't cultivate, has been bothering Qingfeng for an afternoon, making him not think about tea and dinner, and he has long itched the teeth of the hatred of Master Zhao, who did not reply to the letter!

Because this is also the first time Qingfeng has encountered the legendary 'broken chapter supernatural power', naturally he can't withstand the power of this unpleasant supernatural power!

However, it didn't let him stay up all night in this magical power, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep.

It was around ten o'clock in the evening.

Qingfeng came home and casually ate some food brought back, watched the online news, and was about to wash up, but heard the sound of 'Didi' from his mobile phone, someone added him as a friend, or agreed to his friend application.

"Another advertising account?"

Qingfeng heard the ringing of his mobile phone at this time, and he had such an idea for the first time, and he also rejected an advertising account just now, so he felt that the person must be unconvinced, and wanted to defeat himself with perseverance!

In addition, Qingfeng is afraid that he will be lost when he clicks on his phone, so it is better to hold the idea of xxx refusal, take out his mobile phone, and prepare to refuse.

But!

As soon as he took out his mobile phone, the screen lit up, but he saw that it was 'Master Zhao' who agreed to add his information.

"It's finally coming." Qingfeng was silent on the surface, but in his heart he sighed in every way, knowing that tonight he could know how Xiao Yan was.

Thereupon.

Qingfeng finished Zhao Zhou's first sentence, and didn't say anything 'are you there', but went straight to the point and sent a message,

'Hello, I've seen your work. Meet the signing standards, don't know when it is convenient to print the signing materials? ’

'Hello. Zhao Zhou, who was on the other end of the chat, had just woken up, and happened to see Qingfeng's friend application, so he agreed to add.

And Zhao Zhou is a kind person, seeing that people speak politely, he didn't talk about the business first, but said a polite word, and said the news very politely, "Has Master Qingfeng eaten?" ’

"Have you eaten?" When Qingfeng saw this answer, he didn't know how to reply for a while, but he also felt that this Master Zhao might be a polite person.

Then he thought about it, and he was ready to say a few words, put an end to the topic, and cut to the chase first.

'I've eaten it. Qingfeng finished this sentence concisely, and copied and pasted the 'signing matter', ready to send it again.

It's just that he didn't expect it.

As soon as he finished pasting and was about to send it, Zhao Zhou sent a message first, "I haven't eaten yet." ’

"You haven't eaten yet.." Qingfeng was stunned, and the send button was not pressed again.

Because to be honest, Qingfeng is the first time to see such an author, and there is really no precedent to be found, and I don't know how to deal with it.

If the rest of the authors were concerned, it was estimated that the two of them had already started talking about business, so how could there be anything to eat and not eat.

But now.

This Master Zhao said that he hadn't eaten, and he couldn't drag others to insist on saying it.

Then Master Zhao will eat first. After Qingfeng sent this message, he sent the signing matter again, put the mobile phone on the bed, and went directly to start washing.

In his mind, he estimated that he had finished washing up in a few minutes, and that Master Zhao should have finished reading the process and was about to eat.

But no matter what, more or less a message will be returned.

"Maybe it's because I'm busy with work, and I'm just making time now."

Qingfeng still has some expectations, and wants to know how Xiao Yan will take revenge and complete the next three years.

On the other end, Zhao Zhou said that the purpose of not eating was actually that if the two were not far away, and if they hadn't eaten, they could find a place to negotiate.

But now that Zhao Zhou saw that Qingfeng had eaten, he no longer mentioned the matter, but browsed the signing matters, and sent another message,

'Sign. ’

After the news was sent, Zhao Zhou saw that Qingfeng didn't reply, so he started to eat his bread again, and then prepared to write a hundred or ten chapters of Dou Po, which was to enrich his life and not let himself be idle.

And when Zhao Zhou just opened the document and was about to put pen to paper.

Qingfeng also finished washing, and when he saw Zhao Zhou's information, he replied with anticipation, "You need to send an outline of the work to sign the contract.."

No matter what website, as long as there is no outline, there are many authors who write and write, just like Zhao Zhou's current billions of doppelganger life, blindly comparing and drawing, referring to writing one by one, and making do with the things that happen every day.

Thereupon.

Qingfeng is also afraid that Master Zhao will write well at the beginning, but when he writes and doesn't know what to write, the planning role of this outline is fully reflected, at least it will not be too far away from the main topic.

This also ensures that the works on the website basically have a beginning and an end, and there are few cases where the author writes and writes, but runs away.

I already know the outline. Zhao Zhou also knew about such a situation, but he didn't want spoilers, so he replied vaguely, "I planned to write five million words for this book, and now I have written more than four million words, and I will finish it." ’

Zhao Zhou talked about white lies, his face did not change and his heart did not beat, although he had only written more than 300,000 words, but fortunately, he already had a draft in his heart, and the remaining 3.7 million words were only half a month's errand.

And no surprises.

Since Zhao Zhou has the purpose of writing a book, he must write as much as he can in five years, and strive to copy hundreds of thousands of books, not just to finish writing one.

Otherwise, if you only copy a copy of Dou Po, there are too few 'transfiguration objects', and Dou Po may not be suitable for all readers, and the public is too small, so it will be difficult to reach a certain level of fame!

"Four million manuscripts?"

And Qingfeng saw that Master Zhao had so many manuscripts, so he wanted to say, "I want to take a look at it first and see if the quality of the later stage is the same as the first seven chapters." ’

But.

In this world, authors attach more importance to copyright, and it is rare to send the full text in one go.

Therefore, whether or not to send a manuscript is a matter for the author.

"As long as there is a manuscript in reserve... Normally, this is not a joke.."

Thinking of this, Qingfeng didn't say anything about the 'four million manuscripts' again, but picked the key point and typed again towards Zhao Zhou, "Just make a rough outline and send it to me." ’

'Kill from east to west. Zhao Zhou's words were even simpler, and he summed up the whole text in one sentence, "Grab the south and grab the north." ’

"So domineering?" Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously wanted to say, what kind of outline is this, it is clearly a bandit!

But think about it again.

Qingfeng felt that this kind of war and heaven and earth, it was really the same as he thought, and it could open up a new 'style market! ’

Tomorrow, a copy of the information will be printed, and the work will be ready to be signed. Qingfeng looked up and saw that the wall watch showed that it was not too early, but this Master Zhao didn't say how Xiao Yan was, and he couldn't make a special trip to ask, so he ended up with an epilogue.

And Zhao Zhou also looked it up on the Internet today, and knew that his work was approved, so he printed out the contract materials, and then arranged the recommended position.

In this.

When Zhao Zhou saw that the matter was over, he also thanked Qingfeng and began to deal with his own affairs.

But to put it simply, after Zhao Zhou knew that he was about to practice, he was happy in his heart!

So.

Zhao Zhou had to click on the webpage again, and saw that his works had been put into the library, and after he could search for them on the website, he sent fifty-six chapters in one go, which was regarded as a celebration of his approval!

This time.

As soon as I saw the breeze of Zhao Zhou's works in the warehouse, I wanted to say something to Zhao Zhou, but I was frightened by the sudden 'fifty-six chapters of manuscript'!

"Is this really a multimillion-dollar deposit?"

Qingfeng checked the number of words, and when he saw that these dozens of chapters added up, there were about 100,000 words, he felt that Zhao Zhou really had 'confidence!' ’

Otherwise, as soon as this emergency manuscript is sent, in case the author is busy one day, or there are some things, there is not even a spare 'leave manuscript'.

Anyway, though.

After Qingfeng saw the book catalog that added up to 'sixty-three chapters', he also put down the idea of chatting with Zhao Zhou about the plot, and involuntarily clicked in, wanting to read these chapters first and solve the doubts of the afternoon.

It's just that.

As he looked at it, he couldn't help but fall into that 'vindictive world', and he couldn't extricate himself.

From the eighth and ninth chapters, Xiao Yan woke up Yao Lao and made Qingfeng's eyes light up with this 'ring spirit' setting.

When Xiao Yan's talent recovered, there was such a top powerhouse as his teacher.

This is the more back and forth, the stronger the expectation in Qingfeng's heart becomes!

Especially after Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and showed his strength in front of the people who looked down on his family.

Qingfeng felt as if he was in a hot day, drank a sip of cold soda, and took a cold bath, which was refreshing from his heart to his whole body, and secretly exclaimed for Xiao Yan in the book, "Okay!" ’

And when Qingfeng was completely immersed in the world of the book, this time also passed quietly, and it was about half past one in the evening after a while.

And at this time.

Although Qingfeng read it word by word, he also saw the sixty-third chapter, which was the last chapter released by Zhao Zhou, 'Strange Fire List! ’

It tells the essence of the world, the 'legendary flame' that exists between heaven and earth! ’

In particular, at the end of this chapter, as soon as the introduction of the different fire, the 'strong medicine elder' showed a kind of 'strange fire!' ’

"It turns out that Xiao Yan's master is a strong man with a strange fire?!" When Qingfeng saw this, he was inexplicably excited!

Because he completely substituted into Xiao Yan's identity, he must be thinking that 'his master' is as powerful as possible!

But.

This finally appeared the first strange fire, when I saw the passion.

With Qingfeng's fingers, he turned the page downward, wondering why this medicine old man had a strange fire, and after the hell was gone!

"This Master Zhao's ability to leave suspense is a bit unique..'

In the middle of the night, Qingfeng thought that the neighbors upstairs and downstairs still had to go to work, and he also forcibly suppressed his angry thoughts, "He is not afraid that the readers who have gathered before the recommendation will not read because of these things.."

Qingfeng thought about it, and after a while, after completely letting go of the anger in his heart, he turned around and thought about it again, and suddenly felt that this method of 'partially truncating and leaving a chapter of doubt', that is, 'breaking the chapter', is also a troublehead, maybe it can make readers think of this book the next day, click in and read it.

Therefore.

Qingfeng saw that it was not early in the middle of the night, and Master Zhao may have slept too.

Thereupon.

He had the idea of 'being happy alone, not as good as being happy with everyone', so he didn't remind Zhao Zhou about the 'broken chapter', and let those readers who were lucky enough to see this work be the same as himself, with the idea of wanting to hammer Master Zhao to death.

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