My hands are cheap, my hands are really cheap. I wanted to give out a red envelope worth one hundred yuan, but my hand trembled and the one thousand yuan was gone.
I'm really convinced. They haven't even opened their doors today yet. Giving away a thousand yuan like this is a bad start. It's not a good sign at first glance.
Zhang Fan originally wanted to give out the red envelope worth one thousand yuan, but he had to grab it himself. A little is worth it, and he couldn't let others snatch it away. However, when he clicked in, he found that the red envelope worth one thousand yuan had already been stolen. It was all robbed.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan couldn't help but uttered another curse word, and secretly said that he really deserves to be the author of code words, his hand speed is very fast.
[Thank you for the red envelope, boss! ! 】【Holy shit, such a big red envelope is actually a thousand yuan. I would like to call you a boss!
! 】【Boss, boss is awesome, the third true god-level boss in the group is rising! ! 】【I worship you, little brother!
Worship! 】【Compared to the Great God of Purple Light and Da Zhuang! ! 】【The Purple Light God is awesome! Big and awesome!
The spring breeze in the world is awesome! 】【Brother Chunfeng is awesome! Boss Chunfeng is awesome! ! 】. . .
. . . For a time, many writers in the group who had not been exposed all year round became active and started a series of flattery and compliments to Zhang Fan. They said everything except kneeling in front of Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan saw this: "..." What the hell is this? Are all the current contracted group authors so involuntarily involved?
This scene confused Zhang Fan. And what does this great Purple Light God and this great Zhuang mean?
Zhang Fan's eyes widened, and he always felt that the style of painting in the group was a little different. [Hello everyone, I am a newly signed author, please take care of me in the future!
】Zhang Fan took a sip of hot water at the table and sent this sentence in the group. 【Hello!
】An author responded quickly. [Boss, what type of article do you write? 】An author named Nian Fei raised a question.
[I write supernatural stories! 】Zhang Fan answered truthfully. If I write in the future, I will inevitably have to deal with these authors, so it is better to build a good relationship first.
[It turned out to be a supernatural novel. Nowadays, supernatural novels are not popular. They are unpopular. It is difficult to become popular when writing this type of novel. Hmm.
. . . . . To put it bluntly, Mr. Chunfeng, you should write in a different genre! 】【The most popular ones now are Xianxia and fantasy!
! 】【It’s just that the competition is bigger! But as long as you keep updating and persist, one day it will become popular!
] Nian Fei warned Zhang Fan in the group with a serious face. [I see, I understand, but I am better at the supernatural genre, and fairy tales and fantasy are not much involved, so I won’t change the genre!
] Zhang Fan first sent a smiling expression, and then replied helplessly. The real experiences he has encountered so far are all related to supernatural beings, so writing supernatural articles is not difficult for him.
[Okay, I wish Mr. Chunfeng will become a god soon! ] Nian Fei said a polite word and then went offline boredly.
After all, in his opinion, most new authors who sign contracts are very concerned about performance in the early stage. Once they see that there are not many readers, they will eventually be unable to persevere and choose to stop writing eunuchs.
This so-called Chunfeng boss is probably no different from those people. To be honest, Nian Fei is not very optimistic about Zhang Fan. Maybe it won't be long before he will follow in the eunuch's footsteps.
After Nian Fei went offline, an author named Sweet Watermelon emerged again. [Boss, what’s the name of the book you wrote?
Let me go over and have a look! 】Sweet Watermelon posted an emoticon of worshiping the boss and said sincerely.
【The end of horror! 】Zhang Fan told the other party his name. The number of words I have written so far is not many, less than 10,000 words, which is about 9,000 words. I guess even if I tell this sweet watermelon, it will not make much sense.
[Okay, little brother, let’s go and take a look! 】Sweet Watermelon sent a fist-clasping emoticon and went offline to read what Zhang Fan wrote.
However, when he entered the four words "The End of Horror" on the website platform and searched for it, he just glanced at the introduction, immediately scoffed, and had no idea of continuing to click in.
Because this introduction is really rubbish, with only sixteen words.
"In the evil world of five turbidities, hell is empty, the end of terror, there is no escape!" The reason why Zhang Fan mainly wrote the introduction like this was because he had thought of the preface of the hell post bar before and borrowed it from it.
Sweet Watermelon almost laughed out loud after reading this sixteen-character introduction. A newcomer is a newcomer, and he doesn’t know how to write anything. How could anyone write an introduction like this? It makes no sense. It’s weird if any readers read it.
After exiting the platform, Sweet Watermelon logged back into Penguin. In the group, Aite Zhang Fan replied: [What the boss wrote is so good. I just took a look at it and immediately fell into it and couldn't extricate myself!
Guys, keep writing, I will support you a lot! come on! 】Sweet Watermelon's words are sincere and serious. After people see it, they can't help but feel good about her.
But in fact, in Tian Xigua's heart, he was sneering and full of contempt for Zhang Fan. If you don’t even know how to write an introduction, the article you write will probably not be much better.
In fact, there are many authors who hold this idea. On the surface, they say they read each other's articles, but in fact, they have no intention of clicking in. In the end, they just try to praise each other, even if they get past it.
【come on! 】【come on! 】After Sweet Watermelon said the words "Come on", many people in the group immediately joined in symbolically.
As for whether these are their sincere thoughts, it is unknown. [Come on, big brother, one day you will become a being like Da Zhuang!
】【Dazhuang? 】Zhang Fan's eyes were startled, and he froze on the spot. [Yes, Da Zhuang! 】The author of a small night said excitedly.
[You don’t have to know everyone in the group, but you must know only Master Ziguang and Da Zhuang!
! ] Xiaoye replied seriously. 【? ? ? 】Zhang Fan looked even more confused and sent a question mark emoticon.
[You are a new author joining the group. You will know how awesome Ziguang True God is in two days. If you are a big guy, he is a real boss!
】【Da Zhuang's full name is Wan Hongzhuang. It is said that he joined the group ten years ago and has been writing. So far, he has written more than nine books, which is almost one book a year!
] Xiao Ye began to tell Da Zhuang’s past. After Zhang Fan finished reading, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Good guy, after ten years of writing, I still write one book a year. This kind of hand speed is comparable to that of a god, and I can fully qualify as a boss.
Only at this moment did he understand why he called Da Zhuang a boss. But just when Zhang Fan was about to say something, Xiao Ye suddenly made a laughing and crying expression, and for a moment, Zhang Fan was confused again.
[Actually, it’s not that Da Zhuang Niubi has written nine books, but that he has written so many, and he is still just a little-known street fighter. He still has no reputation at all. He was scolded by a reader just a while ago. Dun, tell me what he wrote!
】 Xiaoye’s words were full of ridicule. After reading it, Zhang Fan suddenly realized that this was actually the case.
He thought Da Zhuang was really a big shot. The quarrel lasted for a long time, and these people in the group kept laughing at his jokes and describing him in derogatory terms.
