It is approaching evening.

A ray of setting sun is still hanging on the road.

Outside the SurFace Science and Technology Museum is equipped with an outdoor cafe, fully transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, combined with fully automatic technology online ordering, which is a leisure destination for white-collar workers to pursue.

Of course, the consumption here is also at the forefront. A cup of coffee costs 98 yuan, and a few small pieces of blueberry cakes are very exquisitely placed.

"Mr. Lin, don't worry! This will definitely help you with proper care." A fat middle-aged man with a rosy face rubbed his hands.

Yanzu Lin twisted up a blueberry biscuit and chewed it slowly.

"I will give you enough money. The most popular one recently should be the poetry column of Comment Network."

"This..." the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "This column is probably a bit difficult."

Yanzu Lin frowned slightly, looked at the other person with half-closed eyes, and asked in a tentative tone: "No?"

Yu Xingchang secretly swallowed. The fine column would not accept favorable reviews, but he knew that if he said it was not possible, he would be afraid that the order would be ruined.

"Okay! But you have to increase the money!"

Yanzu Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the straw and took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, and asked, "How much do you want!"

Yu Xingchang hesitated to raise two fingers, and then worried that it would not be enough, so he immediately turned into three fingers.

"Three hundred thousand?" Lin Yanzu was a little dissatisfied.

"No, no, no, 30,000!" The middle-aged man secretly wiped his sweat. The rich second generation now likes to add zeroes to the back.

Yanzu Lin burst into laughter, "I thought you were nervous about this little money. I'll give you 50,000 more, a total of 350,000."

"Hao Le, please make sure it's done properly." Yu Xingchang nodded excitedly.

Speaking of this, Yanzu Lin was still a little worried. He bent down and asked seriously: "It's really okay?"

"Mr. Lin, you don't know anything. Countless people find me every year. You are not the most powerful one."

After saying that, Yu Xingchang secretly leaned over and whispered: "Actually, there are not many who are truly capable. Most of them rely on false marketing and operation. The Wang Dongxue, who became popular this year, is actually the sales volume my friend gave."

"Oh!" Lin Yanzu was a little surprised.

He thought the entertainment industry was in chaos, but he didn't expect that the literary industry was just like this.

"If I could be as famous as him, I would like to increase the amount of money to you five times!" Lin Yanzu grinned.

Five times???

Yu Xingchang took a breath, it would be more than one million!

But when I turned around, although Wang Dongxue was hype, she was born from the new generation after all, and her level was much higher than the rich child in front of me.

"You have to eat the food in one bite, Mr. Lin, don't worry!" he explained with a smile.

"Okay! The faster the better!" Lin Yanzu leaned on the back of the chair and picked up the latest version of this year's SurFace tablet to play games.

...

On the other side.

Mo Zhuosi returned home and lay on the bed suddenly, looking at the ceiling with his eyes as if he was a different life.

He found that he had been following the wrong path.

Critics, telling the world while talking and laughing is what they want.

Although I am wearing a lot of gorgeous clothes now, they are not what I want.

Perhaps it was because happiness came too suddenly that he was in the wrong direction!

Mo Zhuosi can now barely figure out his ideas. To become a top critic, he needs to be recognized in two aspects.

For example, readers.

For example, the author.

There are many tricks that can be used to get the readers' recognition, but it is not easy to fool the author.

You have to show your true skills!

The simplest thing is to tell a newbie how to write a poem?

Mo Zhuosi's lips raised slightly, which seemed quite interesting. He commented on famous artists all day long, but there was nothing to behold except picking on.

Of course, if you can point famous artists to the next level, it would be really amazing!

Of course, I don't have this strength at the moment.

When he wiped his hair after taking a shower, his phone suddenly rang twice, and a text message must have arrived.

Because of the anti-harassment, the harassment phone number was rejected, but many people sent text messages to scold them, so Mo Zhuosi did not take it seriously.

He memorized almost all the Misty Poems, and he found that he had almost squandered his advantages.

If you have not sent out the Misty Poetry, you can comment on the instructors in accordance with the popular styles above.

But now that the whole world has seen Misty Poetry, its vision advantage has been severely weakened.

Only those that are in your own hands and unique are valuable.

Before, he was like a nouveau riche who suddenly gained a lot of wealth, and he didn't know how to use the money to bring real changes to himself.

He began to try to write Misty Poems by himself, and he almost never released any of the poems from Bei Dao.

Beidao and Gu Cheng have different life experiences, so the style and artistic conception written are naturally not very similar.

The first step in learning is often imitation.

"You did not return as scheduled, and this is the meaning of parting." - Kitajima "Daydream"

This sentence is understood by Mo Zhuosi using his own thinking, and then imitates and learns from it.

"You waved your hand and parted, and this is the prelude to parting." - Mo Zhuosi's "Prelude"

"If you didn't arrive as promised, I knew the final choice." - Mo Zhuosi's "Choose"

He didn't know if he was a genius, but he had never thought of such a thing before.

It was not until the system denied that he said he was "not a genius" that Mo Zhuosi began to truly face himself.

Sometimes change is so inadvertent. He feels that since he is a genius, he should not be inferior to others.

The two poems "Preface" and "Select" may not have reached the artistic conception of Beidao, but it has also been a leap forward for Mo Zhuosi.

Maybe in the near future, maybe it will be old and twilight, but one day, I will reach another level.

I woke up and started rushing to the bus again.

The crowded worker seemed to be urging him to buy a car, and Mo Zhuosi felt that he was really not suitable to squeeze into the bus.

Especially when the promotional advertisement is sent out, if it is recognized, it will undoubtedly lose its identity.

After returning to work, he finally saw his own unique office space, and the location next to him was Xue Yingzhuo, which was equipped with many more music equipment than himself.

And his position is more inclined to the literary style he pursues.

Mo Zhuosi actually likes music and movies very much, but he knows that he has no time to clone now. However, if he can win other novel works next time, he may take the initiative to apply for literary novels to be included in his comment section.

Because Mo Zhuosi was very disrespectful to give him face and "unwelcome" his arrival last time, Xue Yingzhuo has never given him any good looks.

The two of them didn't even say hello to each other, which saved Mo Zhuosi, after all, the relationship between the office was not easy.

At this time, he received another text message, reminding him that the traffic was insufficient that month. When he was about to turn off the text message interface, he glanced at him and suddenly saw another one.

"Hello, Mr. Mo, I have a work here that I hope to be included in your column. If you are willing to give a higher score, perhaps it is a high score to the extent you allow, and we are willing to give you a generous reward!"
Chapter completed!