At this time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and there were still many people who hadn't slept like Lin Feng at this time, some people were working overtime in the company, some people were on duty in the store, and some people's night shift had just begun.

Some people do it for their dreams, while others do it for survival.

There is no such thing as easy in the adult world.

Tang Siyuan, 22 years old this year, has no car, no house, no girlfriend, and only a cat accompanies him.

He is a small clerk in a company in Haicheng City, and a part-time web novelist.

I just finished a day's work, came back at eight o'clock, and after a simple bite to eat at the fast food restaurant downstairs, I went home and sat down in front of the computer to write words.

In the line of writing novels, in addition to hard work, you also have to look at talent.

Tang Siyuan didn't know if he had talent, but he worked hard enough.

Unfortunately, the effort is sometimes so worthless.

Few people read Tang Siyuan's novels on the Internet, and the monthly manuscript fee is mixed up.

Today he finished writing today's updated chapter, opened the author's background, looked at the sporadic subscriptions, and a few recommended monthly passes.

Although there are few people who vote and subscribe, it is the motivation to support him to keep writing.

Tang Siyuan smiled a little self-deprecatingly, prepared to cook noodles, and continued to write.

Just as he stood up, a message came from the computer's message box.

Tang Siyuan sat back in front of the computer and opened the information box to check.

The one who sent him a message was one named Shuangmu.

Shuangmu, at a glance, you can tell that it is a fake name, who will use his real name on the Internet these days.

The message sent by Shuangmu was very simple, just a short sentence: Are you there? I want to talk to you about something.

Tang Siyuan replied: Yes, what is your business?

Shuangmu replied: I have an idea for a story and want to write it into a novel, but because I'm too busy and don't have time, I want to find someone to ghostwrite it, I don't know if you'd like to?

Tang Siyuan saw this information and smiled.

At first glance, he is a liar.

He replied directly: Okay, give me a reward for the Silver Alliance, and I will promise you.

With that, he stood up.

As he walked into the kitchen, he said to himself, "There are so many liars now, and there are almost no more fools." ”

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a prompt sound from the computer behind him.

"Congratulations, reader Shuangmu has given you a reward for the Silver Alliance Master."

Hearing this prompt, Tang Siyuan was dumbfounded for a moment.

He hurried back to the computer and glanced backstage.

My goodness, that Shuangmu really rewarded him with a silver league.

That's 10,000 dollars!

Are the current scammers so bloody in order to deceive people?

Tang Siyuan sat down and replied: Brother, what are you making trouble with? I'm flattered by that..... With so much tipping, you don't want to sleep with me, do you?

Lin Feng, who was on the side of the computer, couldn't help but smile when he saw this reply.

The author of this famous Donald is also a living treasure.

Lin Feng replied with two words: Yes.

Tang Siyuan was taken aback.

hurriedly replied: Brother, don't scare me, I'm cowardly..... I'm still afraid of pain.

Lin Feng looked at it almost, so he went straight to the point.

Shuangmu: I'm joking, I really want to ask you to help me write something, I have read so many authors on Diandian Chinese, I can see your writing level.

Tang Siyuan: Thank you for the compliment.

Shuangmu: The writing is good, but the level of storytelling is a little worse, and the story is too old-fashioned and not attractive.

The story is too corny to be appealing.

A reader also told Tang Siyuan about this before, but he didn't take it seriously.

Looking at it now, there seems to be some truth to it.

Tang Siyuan: Then what should I do?

Shuangmu: I've said it all, I write the story, you write the writing, let's write the story, and what you can learn from it is considered your ability.

Tang Siyuan: No, brother, are you so confident in your story?

Shuangmu: That's nature, and these are the first three chapters, so take a look.

Then, Shuangmu sent a document to Tang Siyuan.

Tang Siyuan received it and clicked on this document.

I saw that at the beginning of this document, the title of the three words "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" was written.

As soon as he saw these three words, Tang Siyuan suddenly became a little interested.

He began to look down.

"My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua, the ancestor of the Hu family was a famous landowner in ten miles and eight townships, and in the most glorious period, he bought more than 40 houses connected by three alleys in the city.

From the first paragraph, Tang Siyuan was attracted by the content.

The simple and clear beginning seems to describe an experience.

When Tang Siyuan finished reading these three chapters, he only felt that his scalp was numb.

This story is wonderful!

He hurriedly replied: What about the back? Is there anything else in the back?

Lin Feng smiled when he saw Tang Siyuan's reaction.

Sure enough, no matter what era or world a good story is placed in, it will never go out of style.

This "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is the secret weapon he wants to use to revitalize the early morning file of Haicheng TV Channel 3.

It's already late at night in the early morning, and it's the best time to play some terrifying and supernatural things at this time.

Lin Feng originally made RB "Wonderful Things of the World", but unfortunately he has no money and no one now.

The money in his hand is only 80,000, and the people are only him and the fat man.

Relying on these two people, they can only come up with other ways.

In the end, Lin Feng decided to have a storytelling show in the early hours of the morning, so he talked about ghosts and blowing out the lanterns.

This method is the least expensive to use and requires the least number of people.

Lin Feng didn't know how the effect of the show was, but now he could only make a desperate bet and gamble.

Lin Feng liked the story of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" very much before he was reborn, and he watched it at least three or four times, but he almost bought the copyright to make a movie, and the project was still being discussed, but he didn't expect him to hang up first.

No, when he thought of doing a late-night show, the first thing he thought of was "Ghost Blowing the Lantern".

Lin Feng is familiar with the story of the ghost blowing the lamp, but he is too busy now to write it all out.

So he wrote out the outline of the whole story, the character setting, and then found a well-written author to write it.

Lin Feng has flipped through a lot of novels on the Internet recently, and after coming and going, he has been eyeing this "author Lao Tang", and feels that his writing and writing style are very similar to the original author of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

Only then did he take the initiative to talk to him about cooperation.

This old Don read the first chapter, and chased after him for the following.

Lin Feng replied.

Shuangki: What do you think of this story?

Old Tang: It's very interesting, I can see that my palms are only sweating, what about the back?

Shuangmu: I only have an outline, and I want someone to write it for me.

Don: So you're eyeing me.

Shuangmu: What? Don't want to?

This old Tang is unwilling, and Lin Feng can also understand, after all, this is ghostwriting.

Lin Feng himself was too busy to write it in person, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a decision.

Besides, he didn't want to find a random writer to ghostwrite.

He likes the story "Ghost Blows the Lamp", and since he wants this story to appear in this world, he has to find an author who can be trusted.

Don: No, I think such a good story, let me write it, will it be ruined.

Shuangmu: Be confident, I believe you can, if you feel unsure, then I can send you a few chapter outlines, you can try it.

Old Tang: Okay, for your sake, I'll try it.

Shuangmu: Then tell me how much you want to be paid, you can make a price, but I will keep the copyright and naming rights.

The reason why Lin Feng wanted to keep it was not because he was stingy, he was worried that he would leave trouble for himself in this regard in the future.

If "Ghost Blows the Lantern" becomes popular in his hands, it will be troublesome for this old Tang to suddenly come out and sue him.

There is going to be hell to pay.

The copyright laws of the country that Lin Feng traveled through were very strict, and the cost of infringement was very expensive.

Tang Siyuan needed this money, he thought about it and gritted his teeth.

Knock a few words on the screen: one dollar per word.

Tang Siyuan's idea is to ask for a sky-high price and pay back the money on the ground.

He offered a very high price first, waiting for the other party to come and make a counteroffer.

Who knows, the other side just replied with two words.

"Deal."

It's a deal.

Tang Siyuan was a little surprised, could it be that the price he offered was too low?

He didn't know that Lin Feng on the other side of the screen valued the quality of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", so he was willing to accept this price, of course, provided that Tang Siyuan had to show his real skills.