For an ordinary person, if there are ten things that are most annoying, then for an author, the number is small and multiplied by three. For an author who is approached by Deadline, anything may be annoying to death.

Yue Qingyan has been working in front of the computer for more than 100 hours. Except for being so tired that he was drooping his head for a while, he almost kept writing.

There was no choice, the author of Pujie had no choice. The manuscript from an author sent to him was delayed. The boss asked who could drive out the manuscript within a week, and calculated at three times the usual price. Yue Qingyan agreed without hesitation.

The 60,000-word manuscript is an independent short story for a magazine. Although there are some requirements, the overall regulations are relatively broad. But for Yue Qingyan, this is a rare opportunity. He is just a gunman with an average price of 15,000 words. The studio will allocate about 200,000 words to him every month. Although he also wrote a half-dead serial on the website, at best, he would get some full attendance every month. Every month, all kinds of incomes are added up to less than 4,000. The rent is 1,200, the Internet fee is 200, the water, electricity, gas is more than 300, and only more than 2,000 can be used for daily use. In the studio, everyone will take turns to pay for dinner, and they can take turns to take turns a month, which is indispensable. Moreover, everyone is nervous, and there are more difficult things than him, which is really not easy to refuse.

This time, the 60,000-word manuscript was issued three times the previous standard of 150 thousand words. The boss definitely lost money. The manuscript fee he received from the magazine was only 300 thousand words. If he had not been able to influence his cooperation with the magazine, he would definitely not have been released like this. If Yue Qingyan could really bear this order, not to mention the manuscript fee of more than 20,000, his position among the many authors in the studio could also be mentioned. Not to mention the manuscript fee of 1,000 thousand words, he would have been able to raise 5 yuan, and that month would have been much easier. The greater advantage is that the boss might have carefully guided himself to get rid of the dilemma of opening the article, pujie, eunuchs and then changing the pseudonym.

However, when he really started writing, Yue Qingyan found that it was not the case at all. He had never written a magazine manuscript before, and had no idea about rhythm, structure and text requirements. He spent half a day reading the magazine and more than three hours to write an outline before officially starting work. He realized that it was really not easy to write. The writing was bitter and stagnant, and after careful consideration of the plot before, he thought about it, it was not the case at all. There were many logics to be re-organized, and the pressure of at least 8,000 to 10,000 words per day was pressed down in his heart, and his mind was completely filled with this terrible dead line, limiting the idea of ​​writing.

It was not until the third day that he completed the first 10,000 words. Although this 10,000 words could barely satisfy himself, a lot of time passed. More than 10,000 words per day could catch up with the progress, but even if Yue Qingyan wrote online articles, he had never written more than 10,000 words per day. How could he have such a state when writing magazine manuscripts?

The more nervous you are, the more restrained you are, the less you can't write it out. It seems that the whole world is fighting him. The computer has crashed more than once. Well, there is no way. The four-year-old notebook is running continuously again. It is strange that it is not dead. I can be two hours late for ordering takeaway. I made N calls to ask for directions. I was so angry that Yue Qingyan called to swear and harass him after retiring the order. The circuit at home was burned for a while because another tenant used a high-power appliance, but the other party refused to admit it. Several keys on the keyboard were stuck, either they couldn't fire or they would hit it and it would become a combo effect. The life of the film keyboard was this virtue...

For example, if the input method crashes, the Internet is not available when searching for information, the browser is crashed, the diarrhea has been caused by taking out food, the slight headache, the parents call to ask about work, the landlord urges rent, etc., he is almost numb. It seems that things that never had any problems have happened this week.

Yue Qingyan had no other choice except sitting in front of the computer hour after hour and struggling to figure out one sentence and paragraph after another to advance the plot. He had to do what he agreed.

The last end was finally put, and the deadline for the document was 60191. Yue Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief. After reading the full text, he found that there was no problem. Yue Qingyan opened the email address and posted the attachment and sent the manuscript to the boss.

"The author of Pujie, just die on the keyboard." When he pressed the send key, he said mockingly. At this time, it had been 166 hours and 14 minutes since he started writing this short story. There were still 1 hour and 46 minutes before the deadline.

Then, he fell asleep on the keyboard.

He never woke up again.

In the email, he wrote that because he was very tired, he took a day off before going to the studio to listen to the boss's comments on the novel. The boss was very satisfied after reading the manuscript. In addition to modifying a few subtle expressions, he sent it to the magazine without touching any words. The other party's evaluation was also very OK. Then, the manuscript fee was transferred to Yue Qingyan's account with a lot of points. The boss was very satisfied with the manuscript, so he simply gave 27,000 yuan after tax.

Yue Qingyan did not appear in the studio the next day, and no one asked about it. No one on the third day.

With the final remittance of the manuscript fee, everyone seemed to have no impression of this pujie author who was wandering on the edge and the barely qualified gunman.

Yue Qingyan was already dead. He knew this clearly. He seemed to feel his soul breaking away from his body and floating towards the high sky. He watched his shell lying on his computer and lost his vitality.

Looking back on this life, maybe it’s a bit regretful. I did nothing and wanted to write and become a literary master of the generation, but I could barely become a tiny writer on the street. Although I could barely make a living, it was too far from success. I had no explanation for my parents, friends, and girls who might have some expectations for my future. However, I died for writing and exhausted. A method that may not be the most miserable way of death for the author.

"Are you willing to do this?" Just as Yue Qingyan was breathing and thinking, a voice sounded behind him.

"Is this the world view of "Youyou Baishu"?" Yue Qingyan turned around and murmured - he didn't know that the soul floating in the air could really turn around - he saw a middle-aged man wearing a black embroidered gold cloak.

"It's not. It's just that your way of death is too strange. I can understand all kinds of sacrifices, for a grand and magnificent cause, for the progress of mankind, for the welfare of the next generation, or for difficult victory. However, such sacrifices rarely appear in an ordinary author who has no political stance, no ideology, no hope and dream. If it is to achieve great works, then it's fine, at least for the world. However, I read the short story you wrote, which is very clumsy. It seems that it is not worthy of such sacrifices and efforts. So, after a long time, I have a little doubt." The middle-aged man said politely.

"You are so rude." Yue Qingyan couldn't laugh or cry.

"I think my literary appreciation is still recognized by time." The middle-aged man explained seriously: "My name is Faust."

"Faust?" Yue Qingyan still knew the name. "Didn't you leave with Mephisto?"

"That was the past. But in the end, I still couldn't resist the temptation."

"Temptation?" Yue Qingyan asked: "What else can Mephisto give you?"

"Power. The power to acquire the soul and change the destiny like him."

So he fell in love with me? Yue Qingyan was a little confused. "Have you crossed the border? This is China, not your jurisdiction, right? And, are you sure you want to harvest the soul of a pujie author like me?"

"Now everyone is harvesting according to the agency system. It's globalization." Faust said: "I don't know why Mephisto had liked me at the beginning. But I'm an intellectual after all, so naturally I can't be as rough as him. If someone gives me souls for supreme joy, it always makes me feel like the institution I serve... Well, what do I say? Brothel. Then I'm a turtle man? No, now, this is obviously not something I'm willing to accept. What's more, what do I need to do if I need so many people? No... This expression is inaccurate, what do I need so many souls? A quality soul can be worth more than 1,000 chaotic beings. A inferior soul is used as fuel to disgust the smell of people. But a good soul has a great possibility to become a friend of our long years."

"So, atheism is basically nonsense, right?" Yue Qingyan asked.

"Huh? Why do you ask this? Actually, it's not nonsense. People always have exaggerated descriptions of things they don't understand. Of course, I don't need to explain this to you now. I come with great curiosity and infinite desire for future development." Faust's face was full of mysterious and malicious smiles: "I want to ask you a question..."

"I don't want to be a horse-hound soju...but you are not QB either."

"I think you probably have some misunderstandings about my function." Faust said: "That's not my business. Even if I'm recruiting... well, what you said... the suspiciously pronounced Mahou Soup, but that cute crowd does not accept cross-dressing habits." Faust looked at Yue Qingyan carefully and continued: "If you really want to, I need to evaluate whether you need to resurrect you, send you to Thailand for certain surgeries, and then let you continue to enter the palace of death. I think this workload may be a little smaller."

Yue Qingyan hurriedly said, "Don't do it! I'm fine!"
Chapter completed!