(ps: The third update is here. I originally wanted to take a rest for two more days, but if Shugen Alliance rewards it, it would be too sorry. Well, the direction is slow first, and I will continue to update the code.)

On the new day, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Wang Yuelun woke up. He rubbed his head and walked into the bathroom. When he came out again, he was still messy. Only the obvious water marks on his face showed that he seemed to have done something.

But he didn't care about this appearance at all. He didn't have to go out to meet anyone, and he was just alone at home.

After making a skillful cup of coffee, turning on the computer, lit a cigarette and took a few sips, Wang Yuelun opened the q and prepared to go to the group to brag.

However, when he clicked on the pop-up window of the group, he saw a variety of strange pictures of worshiping the gods, and he was shocked and pulled the chat record to slide. When he saw clearly, someone sent a screenshot, showing that the monthly royalty income was more than 100,000 yuan, Wang Yuelun couldn't help but curse, "Damn, I forgot that manuscript fee today, more than 100,000 yuan, give me a fraction."

After scolding, Wang Yuelun didn't bother to chat and fuck him, so he hurriedly opened the website and logged into his author's backstage. Yes, Wang Yuelun is an online writer and freely turned around day and night. When he saw that the monthly royalties were more than 2,700 yuan in the backstage, he felt depressed and lost again. Even though he had known that his royalties could not be high, it was almost the same number every time, but he had been in this industry for three or four years and still two or three thousand yuan a month. No, it should be said that when he first entered the industry, he only had six or seven hundred yuan a month, two or three thousand yuan a month, which was more than a year after entering the industry.

Compared with the real master-level writers in the group, he often has hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars. He even saw someone showing off his monthly manuscript fees of millions!

"What a god, when will this miserable day end?"

Although Wang Yuelun is homeless and introverted, he is also a very optimistic person. He rarely gets hit by anything except... except for... He worked hard for a month in front of him, the final royalties are far less than the fraction of the monthly tax paid by the aunts. The blow is too big.

He stopped smoking and drank coffee. Wang Yuelun was jealous and followed the group chat records all the way. He saw a few aunts who posted 40,000 to 50,000, 70,000 or 80,000 or even hundreds of thousands of dollars in manuscripts. He really felt that he could lose weight tonight.

"Worshiping the gods, Xiaopujie passed by in tears."

I don’t know what emotions drive me, so I posted a sentence in the group and accompanied it with a festive and funny picture, but Wang Yuelun really wants to cry. When will this day be the end and when will he become popular?

At this moment, a pop-up window flashed in the lower right corner of the computer. I realized that it was the avatar he edited. Wang Yuelun hurriedly clicked on it, and it was really his editing.

After Wang Yuelun hurriedly replied, he became dumbfounded again after a few simple sentences. The editor contacted him and said that someone had found the website and wanted to buy the copyright of his novel.

Not publishing, but film and television copyright.

Huang Jingyao's first reaction was that the editor was teasing him. What about those who earn hundreds of thousands of yuan a month? Not everyone can adapt film and television, especially the adaptation of games written by male writers is easier, film and television...

But this was his editor-in-chief. He jumped up from the table and chairs excitedly in an instant, accidentally knocking over the coffee and splashing himself all over. Then he laughed loudly, "Damn, my brother is going to be popular, really is going to be popular, no, I have to call quickly. After so many years of being popular, I have to show off to Ye Shuihan's group."

When I rushed to find my phone and really wanted to call the most familiar writers in the author group, Wang Yuelun stopped moving again. He had not signed the contract yet. What if something happened in the middle of the process? Then he would be slapped in the face if he couldn't show off his own behavior.

"Forget it, forget it, let's wait until the matter is completely determined before talking about it. Then the show can be more successful."

After pressing the excitement, Wang Yuelun remembered something again and hurriedly wiped the coffee on the computer desk. Damn it was so excited just now that he forgot to reply to the editor.

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Two days later, on the streets of Donghai City, Wang Yuelun stood in front of an ATM, looked at the 200,000 yuan balance clearly displayed on it, and tentatively took out some. He pinched his thigh, "This is true, I'll go, someone bought the copyright of my broken book, not to mention the copyright of the film and television, but from the United States? Hollywood companies want to buy my copyright. Even if the person saw it at the website headquarters, I got the money. Why do you still think it's so fake?"

He cursed and didn't know how long he was stunned before he stood on the street and laughed loudly.

After three or four years of experience, he continued, so why didn’t he think about one day of rising to a fire? Didn’t he think that he was not capable, but was buried because there were too many novels and he didn’t have a good recommendation?

This is really going to be popular!

When the laughter caused a few strange whispers on both sides, Wang Yuelun suddenly woke up. This was on the street.

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Another day later, I was taking a flight to Los Angeles, and sitting beside me was a Chinese young man. The branch manager of a Hollywood film and television company that bought the copyright of his novel, named Tang Jincheng. Wang Yuelun pinched his arm again, and it hurt.

It hurt so much that he wanted to laugh again.

Yes, Tang Jincheng not only bought his film and television copyright, but also said he wanted to ask him to come here to help adapt the script. When he said he didn't have a passport or something, the other party took the initiative to do it. All this was so fast. In the past, you just talked about adding a contract with a copyright, which took a few weeks. He had never sold it before and always heard what the aunts said.

It's really like a dream.

At first I thought that someone bought his film and television copyright, and could show off his face in the scenery, and pretend to be good in front of Ye Shuihan and his old pounces. Who would have thought that this path would become more and more wild and he could also go to Hollywood to help adapt. When the matter was completely confirmed, he believed that even those aunts who earned millions a month would be envious and crazy.

He became more and more excited and was getting more and more excited. Wang Yuelun asked for a glass of water to drink it, but he became dizzy not long after.

When he woke up again, a familiar voice sounded beside him. Wang Yuelun opened his eyes and was about to thank him, but he was stunned when he opened his eyes. He was not on the plane, but in a seemingly luxurious and spacious living room.

There are still many people in this living room, and many people are watching something seriously.

When he looked blankly, he saw another familiar figure, who looked very familiar.

"Damn, the President of the United States?"

I really recognize the US president who is watching with an iPad. At least he often sees it on online news, and there are many pictures of his spoofs. Can this be wrong?

How did he see the US president? Is this a dream?

The President also walked over with his iPad, smiled kindly and stretched out his hand, and spoke a string of English...

"Yuelun, Mr. President is reading your masterpiece. What I just said is also that I am very happy to see you." Tang Jincheng then smiled and translated.

After the translation, more people came over in the spacious hall with iPads, and they all smiled and greeted Wang Yuelun.

"This is His Excellency the Minister of Defense, and he is also your fan of books."

"By the way, this is Mr. Secretary of State."

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When Tang Jincheng spoke again, Wang Yuelun sat on the ground with a sweat when he became soft and his body was covered in sweat. Damn, he pretended to be a little big this time.

Even if he is a senior otaku, he doesn't know much about the worldly ways, and he knows that the broken book he wrote cannot be taken out for the US President and Secretary of Defense, etc. to read it. In fact, it was Hollywood Film and Television Company who asked him to adapt the film and television. He felt that it was fake and he couldn't stand it. It was the other party who made an appointment with him through the website headquarters, and he took the initiative to give money first...

But he couldn't figure out what the hell was.

"Now, if the group of people outside know this, they will definitely place me a tablet and worship me. I just don't know if I can return home alive." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!