Tang Zhun didn't know that an old classmate began to doubt him. At this moment, he was standing at his desk at home practicing the fourth Taoist rhyme combination.

A while ago, he paid for the manuscript fee, conducted research and experiments on nutrient solution and also compiled books. He was so busy that he was a little negligent in the Daoyun combination, so he had to hurry up and practice.

When he finished writing a combination and there was still a significant difference from the textbook template, Tang Zhun just took a sip of tea to relieve his lower body and planned to continue. The ringtone of his cell phone rang in the room. When he walked to the computer desk, he realized that it was the editor-in-chief Canghai.

"Wen Da, did you joke about the book being overhauled once? Why did I find that the previous 100,000 words are different from before?"

As soon as Canghai's surprised tone came, Tang Zhun responded with a smile, "Yes."

"The gunman you are looking for?"

Canghai asked again, and Tang Zhun was stunned, "What gunman? I wrote it myself."

"Well, this is, you should have liked this industry before entering the industry, otherwise as your identity... it was not written by the gunman, it was so dizzy, you wrote it yourself? The difference is so big." Cang Hai was startled and then relieved, and as he spoke, he still kept rising his tone.

Far from the sea in Donghai City, I accidentally discovered that Tang Zhun had revised the opening story. His author told him today [Joker] that book looks pretty good, and he likes reading it very much, why did the outside world initially have so many bad reviews?

Canghai became suspicious after hearing the other party's comments. Even though he had read the opening article many times, he could not find a good place, but the book was so controversial and had so many questions, so it was nothing to study it.

This time, he was caught up as he watched. The revised new chapter was very good. This is the writing skills of a great future writer who was much stronger than Mo Yan who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in his previous life. He also collected so much information and compiled it with so many online memories.

This article is still not a masterpiece, but it is described as a starry sky. It seems a bit flat, but it feels like it is sunny in the afternoon and drinking a cup of tea. Slowly closing your eyes and savoring your past life comfortably... Because of the online writing routine, it means that when you recall it, you think of all the good memories, which feels great.

The older the bookworm, the easier it is to appreciate this style.

Old bookworms mean that they have read a lot of books. If they read too many, countless people who are determined to dominate the earth at the beginning, and all kinds of passionate novels will become fucked. If they suddenly appear, such a light and delicious delicacy will appear, which feels very good.

Canghai finished reading more than 100,000 words in one breath. After reading it, he sat in the office and savored it. He was still unsatisfied and reluctant to part with it. Then he was shocked. This was completely different from what he had seen before.

The difference was too big, so he asked if the other party had hired a gunman. Wen Yizaidao's writing style is not that strong.

Tang Zhun smiled, "I left you a message last time..."

After explaining his literary writing, Canghai was more and more surprised when he heard it opposite him. He didn't say until the end, "Wen Da, do you still have your previous manuscript? Can you send me a look?"

He had read it a few times before and only read 30,000 to 40,000 words, but Tang Zhun's improvement was not too strong yet.

After Tang Zhun found the original manuscript and uploaded it to the Internet, Canghai called again after half an hour, "Are you a monster? After reading the 100,000-word text skills and descriptions, I believe that this is your progress in 20 to 30 days."

"I didn't expect that you are not only talented, but also willing to spend so much time re-modify. Wenda, with your speed and attitude of improving, you will definitely become a new master."

As he spoke, Canghai became excited. He had a great master and had a lot of face. In the past, Tang Zhun's ability to attract money was undoubtedly at the level of a master, but that meaning was different from a master who had made his writing skills.

If Tang Zhun even made up for this, then... his attitude towards this second-generation great man has completely changed.

In the excitement, Canghai said again, "But the most important thing about this kind of thing is to persist and persevere. Don't suddenly lose interest in writing after a while, if that's the case?"

He had new confidence and opinions about Wen Yizaidao, and knew that if he continued, the other party would really become a god, so he was afraid that the second generation would only be popular for a few days. If he stopped playing for a while and diverted his interest, it would be a pity.

"No, I still expect to make money by writing books."

Tang Zhun also understood what the other party meant and interrupted the persuasion with a smile.

But Canghai was so messy at this moment that he heard it all over. He said that this guy was hoping to make money by writing books? You tease me, "You are so cute, you can just open a book and give me hundreds of thousands of dollars in friendship. Because of your face, even the small floppy street in the starry sky can be thrown out by your friends for 100,000 or 200,000 yuan in rewards by your friends. You actually said that you should make money by writing books. Is it interesting to tease me? I am just a little editor.

"Ha~ Wen Da, you are so humorous, but you can just understand what I mean. I just talk casually and don't bother you Wen Da, come on."

When I was messy for a moment, Canghai lost his interest and mood to continue chatting with Wen Yizaidao because of that sentence.

He said he would come on and hung up his phone. Donghai City Editorial Department, Canghai slapped the table, looking entangled and depressed.

He was confused, but he knew that the recommendation position was arranged this week, so he should win a better place for that guy Wen Yizaidao.

I signed the book before, and the topic was very attractive, but after studying it, he felt embarrassed and couldn't tell the difference. He didn't care when arranging recommendations to the other party, so he just dealt with it casually.

Now, not only that guy's book shows strength and attraction, but that guy also has a very good attitude.

Putting aside the topic of real identity, etc., and considering it simply from the perspective of professional editors, this is also a good book worthy of big recommendations.

At the same time, Tang Zhun, who was standing in front of the desk, was also speechless.

He just told the truth. He was short of money and hoped that he would earn more money after writing this book. Why did he make his editor react so much?

"Forget it, it's really hard for the outside world to understand my current situation."

"Just do what you want to do."

Shaking his head and putting down his phone, Tang Zhun practiced the Taoist rhyme combination again, but unexpectedly, he received a call from Dong Qian at the beginning of writing.

"Old classmate, it turns out that my book is really not a joke. What a curious title."

"How do you know?" Tang Zhun was a little surprised after Dong Qian's words, but what surprised him even more was Dong Qian's next words.

"I read your book and it reads pretty good. It's not very attractive, but the more I read it, the more I feel it tastes. By the way, I gave you a ten million alliance."

Tang Zhun was stunned for a few seconds before saying, "Ten Million Alliance? What does it mean?"

Could this old classmate be a super genius? To be honest, if it weren't for yesterday's accident, he wouldn't have seen his book friends casually. He wouldn't want his friends to know about this book for the time being.
Chapter completed!