Mo Zhuosi saved the work, then pulled it into his USB drive, and deleted the copy from the computer desktop, so he felt relieved and went to have a meal.

The mystery inside the game is clear.

He has no way to comment on his works, at least he has no way to do so now.

You must wait until your mind calms down before you can examine this work from an outsider's perspective.

During the meal, he searched for recent essay contests in his mobile phone browser.

He is a literary work that is positioned as a best-selling literary work. If you want to say that the essay competition with the highest exposure and market recognition is nothing more than a new generation of literary feasts, the annual literary work selection initiated by Qidian Literature Network.

The former tends to be literary, or pays more attention to market commerciality.

Because this novel is only 100,000 words in length and is not a long-term serialization type, Mo Zhuosi finally chose the new generation of literary feast.

The new generation of literary feast occupies one-third of the domestic literary market. It operates not literary works, but is committed to building the author's personal brand.

Of course, Mo Zhuosi has not considered other more in-depth ones now. He simply wanted to find a suitable platform to post his book.

Register an account on the platform of the New Generation Literary Feast, and then you can apply to publish your works.

The options for publishing include: "Resident Work", "First Work", and "Exclusive Work".

As a new rookie, Mo Zhuosi chose the "first release work" after a glance at the notes.

Title: "The Loser"

Pseudonym: Mo Zhuosi

Introduction: "Rebirth and back in the past, do you think you can save all your regrets? Do you think you can counterattack and reach the peak of your life from now on, you really think too much!"

Check the qualification for participation: "The 11th issue of the new generation of literary works."

He divided this book into ten chapters, because the content is still on the USB flash drive, he could only press the application button.

After dinner, I returned to my office and slept down for a nap. After restoring my sleep, I officially started working.

After appreciating a work, he wrote a comment on the cover of the file bag, and repeated it.

One day passed.

At this time, his mobile phone finally received a notice from a colleague from the IT department: "Hello! I am Li Mu from IT. Your column section has been edited in the background. Please click on the link to preview it. If you have any other comments, please add it in full. If you are satisfied with the column, please return the information."

Mo Zhuosi clicked in and took a look at the link. The layout was very concise and also set up a display of the columnist's works, which gave him a surprise.

He replied: "Satisfied!" when he felt that there was no problem.

"Thank you for your support! Your column will be released in the next update, next Monday!"

After confirming the launch time of the column, Mo Zhuosi was in a good mood.

Before getting off work, he sent out the first three chapters of "The Loser" through the platform of the new generation of literature, and the plot happened to be stuck in a very clever position.

It happened to be Friday's get off work time, so he walked down the stairs leisurely, and then called his old mother: "Mom, I'm going back to dinner tonight!"

"When is it?"

"Around seven o'clock!"

"Okay, be careful on the way!"

In order to facilitate work, he rented a house near his unit, which only goes back on Saturdays and Sundays. If he wants to go home, he has to take the 40-minute subway to Huazhou District.

If you drive by yourself, it will take about an hour.

Walking from the unit for five minutes, I arrived at the subway entrance, swiped my card to enter the station, and found that the subway advertisement was actually a mobile video advertisement for the new generation champion.

"Hello everyone, I am Bai Xiaofei. I am personally very surprised that I can become the winner of the new generation of comics..."

"Hello everyone, I am Chen Xiaohuang, and I won the annual championship of the new generation of economic literature..."

"Hello everyone, I am Wang Dongxue. I hope everyone can like the new book "Forget East Street"!"

Mo Zhuosi shook his head amused. It seemed that this new generation champion was quite famous. He actually played it in a loop on the subway radio.

Click the most popular music software "Ai Ting Song" nowadays to play it casually on the new song list, and then browse the chicken soup articles in the WeChat official account.

Mo Zhuosi has always believed that people should drink more chicken soup to make life full of hope!

He is following some very high-end official accounts, such as Wall Street Economic Channel, Paris Fashion Show, Mond's Finance, and Global Real Estate Daily.

As a critic, first of all, your horizon must be broad enough, otherwise you will never know whether the plot in a novel is true or boasting randomly.

After reading the Wall Street Economic Channel's report, he would forward it casually and attach a very stylish message. Naturally, strangers would think that this person has a high personality.

...

Time flips through instantly.

When I got home, I took a shower first. After I came out of the bathroom, my mother had already prepared delicious meals.

"Where is my sister?"

Mo Zhuosi wiped the hair with a bath towel and looked towards the direction of the room.

"I haven't come back yet, she said she's working overtime tonight."

Mo Zhuosi sat down at the dining table and grinned, "My mother is better at craftsmanship, and she looks very appetizing just."

The family of three picks up chopsticks, and each family has different rules.

Mo Zhuosi likes to talk about business when the whole family is neatly eating. He picks up a piece of braised eggplant and puts it in a bowl, then smiles and says, "Mom, I have my own column now."

His father was stunned and Mo Sicheng asked in surprise: "When did it happen!"

"Next Monday, I will set up a column that specializes in commenting on poetry. I will be the director of the column!" Mo Zhuosi said excitedly.

"Oh, this is a big deal!" Mo's mother laughed as soon as she heard this. Who would be unhappy if her son had a promising future?

"Do you know Huanhuan, the next neighbor?" Mo Sicheng suddenly asked.

Mo Zhuosi's mind looked like a girl from his neighbor's house. He has heard a lot of news about his neighbor's children since he was a child.

When I was still in a second-rate university, the other party was admitted to a key high school in the city.

"Remember, I should go to college this year, right? How many points did I get?" Mo Zhuosi asked while chewing the food.

Mo Mama smiled and said, "Oh, that girl is promising. She was admitted to the Chinese university in the ancient city."

"The Chinese University of the ancient city? That is the national key university of 988 engineering!" Mo Zhuosi exclaimed.

"Yes, I think I'm still studying in Chinese." Mo's mother said.

"She is back from the ancient city today! She said to be barbecue on the rooftop tonight and asked if we would go!" Dad Mo said, "Anyway, I agree!"

"BBQ? Go! Just celebrate my promotion!" Mo Zhuosi said with chopsticks.

Mo Sicheng picked up the food and asked a very realistic question, "How much has the salary increased?"

This question hit Mo Zhuosi's pain point, and he smiled bitterly.

"Oh, it must have increased, the column manager! Why do you care about so much?" Mo Ma could see that her son had a hard time hiding, so she helped her chat.

After dinner, the family watched the TV for an hour in the living room and walked towards the rooftop.

Mo Zhuosi walked upstairs with a large bag of frozen chicken wings in the refrigerator. Although it was the neighbor who celebrated the girl and made a barbecue, he had to bring some meat to eat at home.

When he arrived at the rooftop, Mo Zhuosi saw a slightly fat middle-aged man squatting in front of the stove to light the fire.

"Uncle Bai, I'll do it!"

Yang Baishang looked back and smiled and said, "Oh, Zhuo Si is back! It's a coincidence!"

At this time, in the distance, a little girl in a light blue dress was posing on a chair. In Mo Zhuosi's memory, the arrogant girl in his neighbor seemed to have really grown up.

Mo Zhuosi smiled and shouted, "Sister Yang is back too?"

Yang Huanhuan suddenly glanced back with a lame brow. She knew that only one person would call her like this. When she looked back, she found that it was indeed that hateful guy.

She still remembers that she secretly went to a bar with her friends at night, but she was caught by Mo Zhuosi and complained to her family, which led to her being confined to her family for the next month.

Since that time, Yang Huanhuan has never given Mo Zhuosi any good face.

The expression on Mo Zhuosi's face is so brilliant. So what if the top student at the Chinese University of Gucheng, is it that he is still being teased by himself.
Chapter completed!