At the same time, because Meng Xingkong paid more manuscript fees to the author, the financial pressure on the studio also increased, and the already low income was even worse.

The two partners felt that he was unreliable, so they continued to work as Internet bloggers as before, and they gave him less of the profits.

There was a rift between the three of them.

Then... the studio did not persist until Meng Xingkong succeeded, so it was disbanded.

Not only did Meng Xingkong not make a lot of money, he also lost all the money he had made before.

only left......

"Starry Sky, please don't disband. I feel like I will be able to get up next book!"

"We really have to disband... Our grades have started to improve. We will definitely make it if we work harder... It's obviously right..."

"Boss, I don't want to give up last month's royalties to help our studio tide over the difficulties."

"Although my royalties last month were not much and I only had full attendance, I still used them to support our Super Studio."

"After coming to the studio, I have evolved from a newbie to now...I have been able to sign a contract with Kaidian based on my own strength. If Starry Sky Giant comes up with a good theme, let's just go for it and we will definitely be able to do it.

OK!"

There are 30 die-hard writers in the WeChat group of Chaoshen Wangwen Studio, who are Meng Xingkong’s last team.

These people have been following him for at least half a year, and have evolved from newbies to qualified online writers. Although they are still old people,... at least they all have the possibility of taking off.

Do you want to persist for another month?

Meng Xingkong shook his head and it was over.

The studio ran out of money and the other two partners ran away.

The office lease is up.

With only 1,000 yuan left in his pocket, he couldn't hold on anymore. He was going to find a construction site to move bricks tomorrow.

"That's it. If you have anything to do in the future, you can chat with me privately. Let's get together and go our separate ways. Let's go our separate ways!"

(‘Super God Online Literature Studio’ has been disbanded by the group leader Meng Xingkong.)

This office will belong to someone else tomorrow.

Everything was sold.

The only thing left in the room was his personal laptop, with the screen still on and flashing a faint light.

He sat down.

Prepare to spend the last few hours here.

Put a question mark on your failed entrepreneurship.

"Am I really wrong?"

"Why......"

"I don't want to think about it anymore, just take a walk..."

He looked at those familiar forums, forums, and author groups, and there was no room for him to develop in them.

Because... the fact that Chaoshen Studio was screwed up by him spread throughout the small circle of online writing studios.

Even if he goes to work with others, there is no need for him.

Moreover, he has nothing to do with others. Only the leading people can make money in this business, and the others only get a hard-earned fee, which is not as much as what they get if they join the factory.

At this time, he saw a post...
Chapter completed!