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After learning about the plot in detail, Lin felt complicated in his later years.
The plot already exists.
But when he arrived at this point, the subsequent plot had not happened yet, so there was still time and everything could be changed.
But he still wanted to know about this idiot Sang Qingyan: "Is this guy a computer expert? Does he know hacking skills?"
"Yes. In a normal plot, the villain is a villain because the evil in his heart is still there. In order to create a harmonious atmosphere for you, me, him and her, someone needs to take action to influence the villain."
077 continued, "Of course, not everyone can do it. It also requires some metaphysical factors. Just like in the plot I picked for you, dear host, just be brave!"
Lin Late Years: “…”
When the takeaway was delivered downstairs, Lin Wannian went downstairs to get it. When he was walking up the stairs, someone came out. It was a girl wearing a white mask and with her hair loose.
He subconsciously moved to the side, and the girl walked down hurriedly, and when she passed by him, her steps became even faster.
【That’s the heroine.】 077 reminded at the right time.
"Oh." Lin Wannian understood.
After returning with the takeaway, Lin Wannian unpacked the package while opening the WeChat questionnaire app to create a questionnaire. He then sent it to five QQ author groups, tagging all members.
Editor Nian Ge: Everyone, please take some time to fill in the link after tonight to understand the reasons for your failure. Please fill it out truthfully. Thank you all! @All members
When he tagged the author who was already chatting with him, the screen was flooded with comments again.
Give me a bite to eat: No, brother Nian, what does it mean to be a failure as an author? Does it count as a failure if you earn a few dozen yuan a day?
On a rainy day @Give me a bite of food: If you think it’s a failure, just fill it out and I’ll charge you one dollar!
Tiantianpujie: It’s too hard, it’s too hard for me, I earn 0 yuan a day, but I still persist! Screenshot jpg.
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There were many people who posted messages, most of them were authors complaining, and some were being Versailles. Of course, the latter were dissed by many authors as soon as they were posted.
Lin Wannian simply banned everyone from speaking and sent the link and announcement again.
Only then did he put down his phone and eat.
After finishing his meal, he opened WeChat. He had added more than 50 authors on WeChat. These authors were the big guys who earned more than 300,000 yuan for a book when the website was just emerging. Now, only a dozen of them are still updating, and the others have either failed or have been silent.
Lin Wannian clicked on the file he had directed in the background, copied the pen name to find the author, chatted privately about the situation, and when he got to the last author's pen name, he accidentally saw his name, Sang Qingyan.
Lin Wannian copied and pasted the greetings and sent them over.
Editor Nian Ge: Boss, good evening. Sorry to bother you. Why haven't you published a book in the past year? Are you preparing a new book? Your writing skills are excellent. You should keep going.
After sending the message, Lin Wannian exited the chat interface with him. At this time, many authors had already replied to him.
Some of the big guys have been admitted to university, but are now busy with their studies and have no time to write novels.
Some big guys are suffering from severe baldness and are currently getting enough sleep and growing their hair.
Some also said that they are married and have two hungry children, and that writing novels cannot support their families, so they are now working in their father-in-law’s company.
Some have already retired on other novel platforms.
Lin Wannian glanced over, and at this time, Sang Qingyan sent a message.
Lin Wannian opened the chat history with him.
Eat melons without pricking them (Sang Qingyan):
Lin sent a question mark in his later years.
Eat melons without stabbing them (Sang Qingyan): Copy and paste to open Pinxixi, and help me cut down the price!
Black lines popped up on Lin Wannian's forehead. What the hell is this thing? I'm going to chop you up.
He maintains a good professional ethics.
Editor Nian Ge: Boss, writing books makes much more money than working on Pinxixi. This thing is obviously a scam.
It showed that input was in progress, so Lin Wannian waited for a while.
Eat melons without pricking them (Sang Qingyan): Have you ever downloaded Pinxixi?
Editor: No
Lin Wannian answered honestly, and for some reason his temple became bulging.
Eat melons without stabbing them (Sang Qingyan): That's great! ! Quickly scan the QR code I sent you, new users can help you chop with the knife, it can be a big chop!
Lin Wannian had a blank expression on his face and copied the previous words and sent them over.
Editor Nian Ge: Boss, writing books makes much more money than working on Pinxixi. This thing is obviously a scam.
Eat the melon without pricking it (Sang Qingyan): Oh, so if that’s the case, then you’re unwilling to help?
Lin Wannian was speechless. He opened the WeChat red envelope and entered 100 yuan. He was about to give Sang Qingyan some food supplement. When he entered the password, a message popped up on the screen: Your amount is not enough.
Lin Wannian was shocked and opened his account. He only had a dozen yuan in it. He had just spent more than twenty yuan on takeout.
My identity is that of a poor person?
Lin Wannian didn't believe it, so he opened Alipay and saw that there were still tens of thousands of yuan in Yu'ebao. He then breathed a sigh of relief.
However, compared with the tens of millions in the last century, it seems so little now. As an adult man who has a job, not having a house is okay, but not having any savings is really unacceptable.
Lin Wannian switched to bank card payment and sent Sang Qingyan one hundred yuan.
Editor Nian Ge: Don't do those things. This 100 yuan can buy you several meals. If you buy instant noodles, it can also last you for more than ten days.
Eat melons without pricking them (Sang Qingyan): ...
Sang Qingyan didn't receive it. He sent six points, but there was no movement in the chat interface.
Lin didn't care about him anymore in his later years and clicked out to chat with other authors.
After finishing his work, he put down his phone, yawned, stretched, and cleared his mind for a while. He felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.
Standing in front of the sink, Lin Wannian was brushing his teeth while admiring himself in the mirror. He was so beautiful that everyone loved him and flowers bloomed when he saw him.
The popular messy hair style and his handsome face are so handsome that you never get tired of looking at him.
Tsk tsk.
Lin Wannian turned off the lights, fell onto the bed, pulled the quilt, and fell asleep instantly.
In my dream, the noises of the elderly and children outside the building were particularly clear.
When people are sleepy, they automatically ignore the sounds outside.
A few hours passed and he suddenly woke up. The street lights outside the window were still on, shining on the window.
Lin Wannian turned on his mobile phone. There were still more than twenty minutes before the new day. He clicked on the browser, opened the bookmark, logged into a PO website, and saw that there were a bunch of chapters waiting for review in his background.
He doesn't care whether the drama is good or not, or whether the story is erotic or not, he just approves them all!
Seeing that all the chapters on the homepage had been reviewed, Lin Wannian breathed a sigh of relief, put down his phone, pulled the quilt, and went back to sleep.
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