Hard work will not necessarily be rewarded, but no effort will definitely not be rewarded.

Li Xin opened his writer's assistant and saw the private message replied by Yang Fan. He didn't feel as much as usual, but lay in his chair and became more confused.

He was a full-time writer, and the success of his last work led him to quit his job, and his second work, which he was full of confidence, was 1158 collections so far. The average collection of the top five in the essay competition is close to 20,000, Li Xin saw that the gap with the top five was getting bigger and bigger, and he closed his eyes in despair.

When all so-called ideals and persistence are stained with money, they will gradually turn sour.

Li Xin's persistence and ideals have changed in this essay competition.

Not only is he the only one who has changed his taste, but there is also a person in the basement rental house in SH City.

He is the author's magic knife, he is desperately refreshing the list, his "The End of the World" has always been ranked sixth on the list of new book collections, no matter how hard he tries, there is always a gap of 800 collections between him and the fifth. The 800 collection was like a moat, locking him firmly in sixth place.

The fifth blood-stained "Rebirth Demon Sect Ancestor", the magic knife has been read more than ten times, and after reading it, he is very unconvinced that this book is ranked ahead of him.

He changes 12,000 words a day, and 4,000 words a day on the blood-stained river, his works have connotations, and the blood-stained works are just infinite x, infinite slaps in the face. Every word and even every symbol in his works is meticulously carved, and there are often typos in the blood-stained river. No matter how you compare, your own works are stronger than those stained with blood. But he never surpassed him.

If the only thing that is stronger than oneself in the bloodstained river, it is to advertise under other people's books all the time.

I am in my 40s, and it is not good to be cheeky to advertise under other people's books. And for his deep-rooted thinking of relying on his own writing and content, he does not play any advertising, not only requires himself, but also requires his fans not to advertise in others.

It can be said that the collection of his works is written word by word. It's a pretty big thing.

He had intended to continue the book like this, but he began to hesitate when he participated in the contest and was only one step away from meeting the conditions of the reward.

He looked at the small basement where he lived only fifteen square meters, he thought that he worked so hard and seriously to write but was not as good as what kind of crooked and evil way to advertise, he remembered that the recommendation position he finally applied for was obtained by another novice effortlessly, he remembered the 500 yuan compensation fee, he looked at the computer screen, the data that was only 800 was missing, he hesitated for a long time and finally made a decision.

At this time, Yang Fan was in the convenience store, still doing chores that should not belong to him on the first day, and tonight the store was relatively deserted, and he was doing chores while thinking about the next plot.

The next chapter is especially important and should be considered a big climax of the whole book.

The protagonist will definitely not die, this has been determined, and now Yang Fan is thinking about how to make the protagonist get out of the mortal situation in a chic way has become a problem.

Yang Fan began to count Murong Aotian's hole cards, but found that if according to the hole cards owned by Murong Aotian, basically without using the life-saving jade pendant given by Chen Xin'er, he would not be able to get out of the dead end, but is it a bit of a waste to use it now? Could it be that a mysterious person could save him? This is also unrealistic, after all, Murong Aotian does not know anyone in the Mingyue Sect. If you forcibly increase the aura of the protagonist, it will directly make the storyline extremely stiff, which will affect the enjoyment of the plot.

Yang Fan thought about it while sorting out the shelves, because he thought too deeply, his hand shook, and a few bags of snacks were touched and dropped on the ground.

"Can you concentrate? If you don't want to do it, just leave!" The man with glasses on the side saw Yang Fan's appearance and said angrily.

"Yes... I'm sorry..."Yang Fan quickly apologized, then bent down to pick up the snack and put it back on the shelf.

"Don't be so strict with newcomers, Liu Ning. A kind voice came, and a slightly chubby middle-aged fat man with a smile on his face said.

"Store manager, don't worry about it, the current newcomers are so careless, if they are not strict, they will definitely suffer in the future when they go to society. The man with glasses saw the middle-aged fat man, his attitude became softened, and he said seriously.

"These should be done by everyone, let him do it alone, should be tolerant, newcomers are used to love. Didn't you come here like that in the first place?" said the store manager patiently after listening to the man with glasses.

"Forget it" The man with glasses still respects the store manager in front of him very much in his heart, plus the store manager mentioned what he just started, and he is reluctant to continue.

"By the way, Yang Fan, why do you want to do this business?" the store manager turned his head to look at Yang Fan and said.

"It's because it's easy to write novels. Yang Fan thought about it, but still said his true thoughts.

After his words came out, the entire convenience store fell silent.

"You're writing a novel. The store manager looked at Yang Fan in surprise, and then asked, "What novel did you write?"

"Written online articles of fantasy fairyland... on the xx web. Yang Fan said embarrassedly.

"Fantasy fairy tale novels? Is that martial arts? I'm sorry, I don't read a lot of online articles. The store manager said with a smile.

"It's a little more fantasy than martial arts. A college student who works part-time at the cashier counter said.

"Then I'll read it when I have the chance, I like to read martial arts novels. The store manager smiled and pointed to the man with glasses next to him and said, "Liu Ning used to write novels. It is written about martial arts. It's very beautiful, but it's a pity that I don't write it now. ”

Hearing the store manager's words, all the staff at the convenience store focused their eyes on the man with glasses, and most of them had disbelief on their faces.

The man with glasses had a dark face, and he wanted to get angry, but it was his respected store manager who said this, and he nodded with anger.

"Brother Liu Ning, what is the name of the novel you wrote, I'll take a look. Yang Fan was very surprised to hear that there was a writer working with him, and he asked modestly, this was the first time he had met a writer.

"It's all over, don't talk about it. The man with glasses glanced at Yang Fan and then said, "The online text world, it's not so easy to mix, I advise you to stop writing, find a serious job to do, don't have anything to do, think that you can become a god like Sanshao, Tomato with an annual income of millions and hundreds of millions." You can't become, the times are different, and their success is just to write a book in the best of times. He didn't care whether Yang Fan listened or not, he began to work on the things in his hands.

Yang Fan was stunned after listening to the words of the man with glasses, and then reacted after a while, he hesitated, but still looked at the figure of the man with glasses and said, "I don't want to be a god who earns tens of millions of dollars a year, I want my readers to be happy to read my books, I want people who support me not to regret it, that's all." ”

The glasses man's body trembled slightly inadvertently, and he raised his head and looked at Yang Fan with complicated eyes.

"I understand why I hate him anymore, because he has the same dreams as I used to, but it won't be long before he understands that dreams are just dreams and will turn bad one day. The man with glasses said in a voice that he could only hear.