On the seventeenth day of the competition, almost all the participants tore off their usual kind masks, and almost all of them tried their best to sprint for the final ranking.

Not only in the metropolitan area, but also in the Qingfeng, a genius who breaks through his own limits. Similarly, in history, the three divisions of military and Xianxia have also appeared all kinds of dazzling geniuses.

Some of them are geniuses who have been famous for a long time, and some are newcomer geniuses who have just started writing books.

And as the recognized god writers in the four divisions of urban, historical, military, and Xianxia, they all feel heavy pressure.

They desperately used all means to assert their authority as great god writers. However, they still couldn't resist the offensive of these geniuses and slowly lost the first position.

Hamburger and Tian Tian are the most miserable members of those failed god writers, and it is no surprise that they have been put under too much pressure by websites and readers because of their short-term failures.

As a result, they are constantly changing.

For example, the hamburger, which has always been cold, began to change his attitude and turned to the company behind it, hoping that they would help him promote it. Tian Tian, on the other hand, followed the guidance of the new editor-in-chief, overturned the original story and wrote it according to the editor's expectations.

Their changes have improved their grades, but their stories have always pale in the face of the bizarre stories conceived by the endless generation of geniuses.

Writing a book, if the story is not good, no matter what means you use, it will not become a good book after all!

In the seventeen days of the competition, Yang Fan also tried his best to update because of his respect for Qingfeng.

This time, he threw away the code word gloves that he specially exchanged for the system yesterday, and with his own strength alone, he set a new record of 7,000 words updated in an hour on average today.

This kind of record is undoubtedly a good result for Yang Fan to break through his limits. But writing a book is not only about typing speed, it also has to spell the connotation and one's own ability.

In today's update, Yang Fan's quality has undoubtedly dropped a notch. Because, he is too chasing the speed of codewords. It also made him understand that instead of being someone else, it is better to be himself!

On the seventeenth day of the competition, although Yang Fan's book ranked first because of the publicity of "Huaxia Youth Daily" and today's "diligence" in the eyes of readers. However, in his heart, he is still not as good as Qingfeng.

In the early morning of the eighteenth day of the competition, Yang Fan received a phone call from the bookstore owner who had given him strength when he was most confused.

The bookstore owner was ecstatic and said to Yang Fan on the phone that he had just come to SH, and as for the reason for coming to SH, it was because a friend had helped him contact a publishing house in SH City, and the publishing house promised to publish a book for him that he had written for ten years to remember his deceased wife.

This news also made Yang Fan ecstatic. He was almost ready to skip the afternoon game to talk to the old man who had changed himself about publishing with the publishing house. However, after the strong persuasion of the bookstore owner, he calmed down and reluctantly went to participate in the competition.

He made a final appointment with the bookstore owner to meet in the evening.

On the eighteenth day of the game, Yang Fan hurriedly updated today's chapter and left the arena early. It's rare to go to the mall and pick out an expensive suit.

He wanted the bookstore owner to see that the cowardly and incompetent man who had been at the beginning had now become a great man because of his words!

However, came to the agreed place. He waited a long time and didn't wait for the bookstore owner.

This made him have an ominous premonition in his heart, he took out his mobile phone, inquired about the address of the publishing house that the bookstore owner said in the morning, and came to the door of the publishing house alone.

Then, Yang Fan saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

He saw the bookstore owner, who had always puffed out his chest and always had a smile on his face like an old gentleman, at the door of the publishing house, holding a thick briefcase and secretly wiping away tears.

This made Yang Fan feel inexplicably angry, and he hurriedly rushed to the bookstore owner and asked the bookstore owner if the editor of this publishing house had bullied him.

However, the bookstore owner did not have the strength to respond to him, he just held the briefcase in his hand tightly and trembled.

When Yang Fan saw this scene, he held back his anger, patted the old man's shoulder, and pulled him into the publishing house.

Seeing Yang Fan and the bookstore owner walking into the publishing house side by side, the middle-aged woman who was chatting with the front desk at the door frowned, in her heart, Yang Fan should be the bookstore owner who had been eliminated by her to find a helper.

She looked at Yang Fan's young appearance and let out a sneer, she chose to ignore Yang Fan, and looked at the bookstore owner with condescending eyes, and after a long time, she said slowly and logically in Mandarin mixed with SH accent:

"Why are you here again, I have said it several times, we are a professional publishing house and do not accept publication requests from literature lovers. And I made it very clear on the phone that if you look at your book, it won't necessarily be published. ”

Hearing this woman's words, the bookstore owner finally regained his strength, he squeezed the briefcase hard, and said in a humble tone:

"Then you... You can't just look at the first page and say no. I beg Editor Xia to take a look at it again, even if it is one more page..."

"What kind of psychology have you written, haven't you counted yet?" This editor Xia seemed to have worn out all her patience with this sentence, she still ignored Yang Fan and continued to the bookstore owner:

"Seeing that you are not young, and you still can't recognize the reality? Your book does not meet the requirements of publication at all! Because people nowadays are annoyed enough because of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and finally have a little free time, who still has the patience to read a book like yours that writes trivial things? If you have this kind of time, it is better to raise flowers and plants and live the life that an old man should live, and don't learn from young people to dream!"

Editor Xia's words were very realistic, and he also told the bookstore owner that his book had absolutely no possibility of being published.

"That's... Then I'll change it!, is it okay?" The bookstore owner listened to this reason in Editor Xia's mouth, and he felt distressed inexplicably, because Editor Xia said trivial things. It was something he and his deceased wife experienced every day.

These trivial things are the most precious memories of the bookstore owner's life!

"Forget it, it took you ten years to write 300,000 words, at your speed, do you want us to wait for you for ten years, to say something unpleasant... Ten years later, you... Are you still alive?" editor Xia looked at the old man's resolute appearance. She said this with an unceremonious sneer.

Her words made Yang Fan, who had been silent beside him, finally couldn't help it.

Yang Fan stepped forward strongly, looked at the woman and said in the same condescending tone:

"You say how much money to publish? 100,000, 200,000, 300,000? You say how much to publish, and I'll give it to him. ”

"Yo, is he still a rich second generation?" Editor Xia finally noticed Yang Fan, she still said in a sneering tone: "Even if you give one million, I won't publish it, I have already made it very clear that his book is not suitable for publication!"

"That one million can't work, I'll give two million, you publish it for him!" Looking at the woman's still disdainful tone, Yang Fan also lost his temper, in his heart, if the bookstore owner hadn't woken up at the beginning, maybe he wouldn't have been able to achieve his current achievements. In his heart, the bookstore owner is like a father!

He must fulfill the dream of being a bookstore owner, no matter how much money he spends!

"Two million, a book?" Editor Xia looked at Yang Fan, swallowed her saliva, she carefully looked at the expensive suit on Yang Fan's body, she gritted her teeth and said, "If you really take out two million, I will give him a thousand copies!"

After Yang Fan heard this, he sneered in his heart, because he saw that the so-called persistence, in the face of money, can really give in.

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call Wang Kairui and ask him to lend him a million. After all, Yang Fan's money is all in the studio, and there is not so much cash.

Just as Yang Fan was about to make a call, the bookstore owner's hand holding the briefcase was released.

"I'm not publishing anymore. The bookstore owner's tone was full of sadness.

"It's okay, I have money. Two million are nothing, and I will earn them back in a few months. Yang Fan thought that the bookstore owner felt sorry for his money, so he smiled and said to the bookstore owner:

"Don't underestimate me, I'm half a celebrity now. It's no longer the stinky boy who cried and cried. ”

"No, I'm not underestimating you. The bookstore owner looked at Yang Fan's smile, and he barely squeezed out a smile and said:

"Actually, Editor Xia is right, my books are basically trivial stories, and in this society, no one wants to take the time to read them. ”

"Although they are all trivial stories, those trivial stories are my most precious memories of her. Without these trivial stories. Then there would be no change and attachment that I have now. ”

After saying these two sentences, the bookstore owner continued with a wry smile:

"Perhaps, I'm not the material for the book. Perhaps, this dream that has been going on for 60 years should also wake up. ”

"No, no one says you're not the material for writing books. It's just not suitable for the market. Editor Xia looked at the appearance of the bookstore owner, and she gritted her teeth and said. In her eyes, even if she was asked to kneel down and admit her mistakes to the old man in front of her, she was willing to admit her mistakes!

"Needless to say. The bookstore owner looked at Editor Xia's disobedient appearance, how could he not understand?

"I'm not going to run away, I'm not writing books, I know it myself. But what if I'm not the material for writing books?"

"At least that's enough for her to watch. After the bookstore owner said this, he quietly walked to the door, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit the briefcase that he had been working on for ten years!

Seeing the actions of the bookstore owner, Yang Fan hurriedly rushed forward to snatch the briefcase, but the bookstore owner did not give him a chance.

He pushed Yang Fan away with one hand, threw the briefcase on the ground, and shouted vigorously with his back to Yang Fan:

"What if it doesn't get published, what if it doesn't fit the market, what if no one reads it? At least, I fulfilled my promise to her!"

In the light of the fire, the bookstore owner shed muddy tears, and then shouted:

"Although I am not the material for writing books, and I cannot fulfill my dreams, God is at least fair to me, because in the second half of my life, I was fortunate to meet a genius who wrote books! However, he is young, studious, hardworking, and has never given up on his original dream!"

"He always said that I changed him, but how could he not have changed me? In fact, it doesn't matter if I realize my dream or not. Because he will take my dream to go further and further on the road of literature. Are you right? Yang Fan!"

The bookstore owner wiped away his tears, turned his head to look at Yang Fan, and asked vigorously again.

Looking at the tears on the bookstore owner's face, Yang Fan bit his lip and said with all his strength:

"Yes!"

"Then with my regrets and unfinished dreams, let's fly. I hope that in my lifetime, I will be able to see you reach the pinnacle of online literature, just as you promised me that you would never give up!"