Brother Wei said that dropping blood into the pen is equivalent to dedicating his soul to the wonderful writing. He can write a masterpiece in a short time, but the price is death!

As long as you don't drip blood into the pen, the negative effect will not be so strong, that is, dizziness and hair loss. In that case, the role of the brilliant brush will be relatively weak, but the long flow of water will still make a writer popular for many years.

I asked him who the writer was, and he said a name, and I was stunned for a moment. This is really a giant internet god.

Of course I accepted this money. Brother Wei asked me to remove the spell, and I asked him to ask for blessings. In the future, he would do evil, and I would use a more vicious way to kill him.

If this kind of scum was placed in my grandfather's era, several evil businessmen would get rid of him after they closed the door. However, in the current legal society, I would not be able to take human life casually, although I really want to kill him.

I went back to find Li Mazi, and to my surprise, he was smoking and chatting with the Northeast man, as if he was quite in love.

"Brother Zhang, you are back. Let me introduce you to the friend I just made." Li Mazi greeted.

The Northeastern man said with a smile: "I just didn't know Mount Tai just now. Mr. Li told me that you are in this business, and you offend them as much as you offend them."

He told us that he was in business and his fortune had been bad recently. He hoped that we could sell him a piece of evil thing to change his fortune, so I left him a business card and told him to come to my store when he had time.

When I left, I told Li Mazi the whole story, and Li Mazi scolded: "This is too conscientious, and making money is not the way to make money."

Then he smiled and said, "But I didn't expect that this broken pen would be worth ten million. Brother Zhang, are you planning to meet that writer?"

"Of course!" I nodded heavily.

I asked Li Mazi to go back to the guesthouse. Meng Dongye is so weak now that he may have to be taken to the hospital.

I went back to the antique shop myself, closed the door and set up a formation, unplugged the connection between Huahua Miaobi and Meng Dongye, and then sealed it up.

The beautiful pens of the four writers were kept in the store, and the wronged souls of the four writers followed. However, as the plan to fill the hole was completed, they fulfilled their wishes and disappeared one by one. I paid 100,000 yuan for the manuscript fee alone, but I didn't feel sorry for it at all.

Soon Meng Dongye recovered, and he visited him once and said that he was really obsessed with it at that time, thanks to my help.

I asked him how the script was like, and he said he was writing it, of course it was not that fast, but it should be sold for a good price.

After about half a month, the Internet giant contacted me, hoping that I could sell him the pen and the price could be discussed in detail.

I made an appointment with him for a while to meet and discuss in detail, and then went to the appointment with Li Mazi and Yin Xinyue because he was also a celebrity, so we met secretly in a hotel.

This writer was also popular all over the country and wrote many masterpieces of Internet work with over 100 million views. Several of them were adapted into large-scale games. Later, they earned more and more money. They were busy with social engagements and participating in various programs every day. They gradually eroded their talents and finally couldn't write anything.

Apart from Jiang Lang's talent, I can't think of a better word to describe his current situation.

He hoped that I would sell him the wonderful pen to him no matter how, and I asked him: "Do you know that the last evil merchant who promised to sell you a pen killed four writers for your sky-high price of 10 million."

"Is there such a thing? Sorry, I don't know at all." The other party expressed regret politely.

"They are not as famous as you, but they work harder than you are now! They also have lofty dreams, but they are killed by this pen. As long as you have this pen, you can continue to write your own novels with their talents and enjoy the praise of the world. Sorry, I can't sell it to you, because a person's talent is priceless, and you have as much as you have. One day, you have to face reality..."

The other party frowned and said, "Is it that you want to raise the price? Tell me, how much do you want?"

I sneered and did the most awesome thing in my life. I folded the beautiful flower pen into two sections with a click and threw it in front of him. Li Mazi, who was beside me, opened her mouth in surprise.

I spread my hands and said, "This pen shouldn't exist!"

The other party was furious: "You are so ignorant and arrogant. You know that you can't type a word when facing the computer all night, and you feel like you are rays of light? Do you know how heartbreaking it is to be urged by readers to insult or even abandoned by them? Do you think I am willing to be told all day long!"

After saying that, he hugged his head and cried.

I think all this is his own fault. I have read his Weibo. He shows off his luxurious life every day, opening a bottle of red wine for one million and buying a table for ten million. He is completely overwhelmed by material enjoyment and indifferent to reality.

Inspiration comes from life. When a writer closes himself in a castle in the air, inspiration will gradually become exhausted. Just like Jiang Yan, who had a prosperous official career, had lost all his talents when literature reached its peak.

No matter what your life situation is, a writer should not forget his original intention, so that he can have a steady stream of creative inspiration.

After leaving the hotel, Li Mazi kept blaming me: "Did you really break that pen? That's ten million! If it's a banknote, it's higher than yours! Have you been so noble that you're a little perverted lately?"

"That's right, why am I so noble?"

I smiled and took out the intact, beautiful brush from my arms. Of course I was not that stupid. What I broke just now was just a copy. In order to make the writer give up, I will temporarily save this money until I find a buyer that I know the most suitable buyer.

However, I tried it for a little last night, and the wonderful writing is indeed extraordinary. As for my creative achievements, it is a love letter to Yin Xinyue.

I handed the love letter to her, and she read it in her hand, and said in tears: "Brother Zhang, I didn't expect you to write such a beautiful love poem. I am so moved."

"Actually, I had the dream of being a writer when I was a child. It's a pity that I don't have that talent. If I am moved, would you kiss me?" I said shamelessly.

Yin Xinyue came over and kissed me in the face. Li Mazi shouted: "In public, can you pay a little attention to the impact?"

"If you can't stand it, leave!"

"Okay, I'll go home and find my wife. You two are getting tired of it." Li Mazi left angrily.

Yin Xinyue pulled my arm and asked, "Dear, the incident is over. Should we go on a trip and relax?"

I said, "No, I promised that classmate to talk to him about his experiences over the past two years and provide him with some creative materials."
Chapter completed!