Another World Under My Pen

"Has everyone watched the live broadcast? Lao Bai's live broadcast at Golden Deer!"

After just a minute, the solid wood table sent a message in the tt group.

"Live? I'm not interested in games."

In a short while, the civet cat came out, and then another sentence: "Besides, how can we have that time? Is it not good to play games with more skill and braille?"

Almost at the same time as the second message of the civet cat, the grapes of another great **** Turpan also appeared: "I watched for a few hours, and then went off. The key is that today's task has not been completed... I am not happy."

"Lao Bai announced that the pen is closed!"

"I'm going, you watched it too?"

Just when the solid wood table was halfway through the sentence and was about to release the amazing news, the snowflakes in the night sky suddenly appeared, and two simple sentences pointed to the core!

For these web writers, it's normal to not sleep at 12:30.

"Seal pen? What do you mean?"

"Stop writing books? Are you kidding me?"

Seeing the message of snowflakes in the night sky, the other two great gods suddenly exploded.

Especially the grapes of Turpan, his tone is full of disbelief: "He writes a book casually now, with millions of first prints, and sales of at least three million a year! The royalties alone are tens of millions! If you count them The royalties that have been sold since then, as well as the sharing of various adaptations... A book can make hundreds of millions, so why not write it? Are you kidding?"

"It's not a seal of pen, it's just that you don't write about martial arts."

At this moment, the solid wood table said something.

"It's impossible not to write martial arts! What can he write without martial arts?"

"Yeah, he originally started writing about martial arts, and now this genre is rapidly emerging, and now it is second only to urban genres in scholarly style, surpassing reasoning and science fiction! Doesn't continue to write martial arts, is this a brain drain? "

"I don't understand, I don't want to understand!"

Even if it was the first to send out the news and went to see the solid wood table on the live broadcast, he did not understand Sun Peng's decision.

why?

Obviously that guy is a monster. In his free time writing scripts, making movies, and writing songs, he can easily make tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of martial arts novels, which is more powerful than all of them combined. Why suddenly About to give up?

"perhaps……"

"Is it because I wrote it to the end? Can't write anything new?"

Just as everyone was talking, the snowflakes in the night sky suddenly sent out two messages.

"Can't write new ideas? How is it possible?"

Regarding the opinion of the snowflakes in the night sky, the solid wood table immediately sneered: "When Tianlong and Luding finished the book, Lao Bai gave up on the Internet. You also said that people can't write new ideas. Later, Shuangjiao came out, and then Lu Xiaofeng... …Now again? Snowflakes, I think this is a prejudice against you!"

"No, really not!"

Sitting in front of the computer monitor, the snowflakes in the night sky looked wronged.

That's right, he didn't catch a cold with Lao Bai from the beginning. Because it took him several years and countless hard work every day to become the fourth highest **** of scholarship. But only half a year later, Lao Bai squeezed into the ranks with two or three books, and he was also proud of not even interested in joining their small group-although it was their speculation, would you not take the initiative or not be interested?

How can the snowflakes in the arrogant night sky be convinced?

In addition, later this old white made trailers for all the new books, sensationalizing, and suddenly attracted more and more fans to fall into the pit of martial arts. The snowflakes in the night sky are almost jealous and want to vomit blood!

but……

At this time, what can he be jealous of? What prejudice can there be?

The basis of jealousy and prejudice is to be comparable!

If a few years ago, the two of them were both new webmasters, and there may still be competition, then what can you compare to today after a few years? Look at yourself, the snowflakes in the night sky are still only the supreme **** of Shuxiang.com, but because the works are the same throughout the year, although the gods are still stable because of the large number of fans, it is inevitable to go downhill.

But look at Lao Bai, is he still a figure of this level?

A big figure who can squeeze into the forefront of the entertainment power list and the writers list, is he comparable to the snowflakes in the night sky?

I can only look up!

If there is more jealousy and prejudice, besides finding yourself uncomfortable, what else can the snowflakes in the night sky get? Therefore, he is really full of grievances about the words on the solid wood table at the moment, but he can't say too much for a time-who made him be so unbearable before?

But fortunately, there was a good old civet cat, and he quickly sent a message to ease the atmosphere: "Haha, I actually agree with Snowflakes. Lao Bai suddenly announced that he would seal martial arts novels. Maybe this is the reason! After all, he was innovative. Lu Xiaofeng’s style is no longer easy. Even if he writes, it’s very popular, but is it really necessary for a **** of his level? Besides, even if he doesn’t write martial arts, people write songs and scripts. Even being a director will not be worse than writing a novel in the future..."

...

"Why? Because I have finished writing what I want to write!"

Facing the confusion and anxiety of the three women in the family, Sun Peng just said with a faint smile on his face.

He didn't watch the riot in the live broadcast room, nor did he want to watch it.

You can tell from your thighs that his novel fans are definitely going to turn the sky-if you want to be exaggerated, you should announce the seal of the pen with the boss of the earth, or Conan Doyle has written Holmes to death, right?

So after the announcement, Sun Peng went offline.

But for his casual decision, the agent Sun Yake was anxious: "It's finished? What do you mean after finishing it? I said little ancestor, can we not be so headstrong? If you think there are too many things, you can write slowly. , If one year doesn't work, then two years, don't talk about closing the pen when your head is hot!"

"Yes, you are not fooling around!"

Frowning her brows tightly, Lin Lin also looked anxious.

In their view, martial arts novels are a label of Sun Peng. No matter how much he has achieved in movies, scripts or music, writing is always the foundation of his life! Especially Sun Ya, she is too aware of the value of her younger brother's novels. Every time a new book is first printed or an old book is reprinted, the series of numbers sent by Shuxiang Publishing House can make her heartbeat for a while, let alone this. The kid finally started to spit out the transfer of various adaptation rights this year...

"Hehe, what do you think?"

Ignoring the two sisters, Sun Peng turned his eyes to Zheng Jia.

"Me? Whatever you do, I don't care."

Shrugging, Zheng Jia said that this matter has nothing to do with me, as long as you are happy.

"Haha..."

Hearing what his fiancee said, Sun Peng was immediately happy.

Keep writing?

What does that mean?

He didn't have much to carry Jin Da's book. As for Gu Da's words, the rest seemed to be the seven weapons Sun Peng valued very much, but it was all short stories. As for the other Xiao Li Feidao, Xiao Shiyilang and so on, he didn't like it himself, and he was not interested in moving over to show them to others.

In this case, what can continue to write?

Four famous arrests? Datang Ssangyong? Or is it the Yunhai Jade Bow Edge?

It’s not that Sun Peng looks down on these novels, but that Gu Da and Jin Da’s novels are almost the same. Is it interesting to move other people’s ones?

So this decision has already been made.

Sun Peng felt very happy here. Sun Ya was unhappy at the side. He pulled Zheng Jia and cursed in a low voice: "You girl, who is about to become his wife soon, why don't you care so much about your future pocketbook? No matter? Don't care about it, do you know how much less this kid will make in the future?"

"It's okay, I think he has enough money now."

Zheng Jia, who was born in a wealthy family since she was a child, has never had any idea about money. He blinked and smiled indifferently.

"..."

Rolling his eyes, Sun Ya suddenly felt that she was truly speechless---serving the pair of little ancestors simply made her exhausted.

Seeing the old sister's distressed look, Sun Peng was amused, and quickly put his arm around Sun Ya's shoulder: "Sister, I just said that I won't write about martial arts in the future. There are so many types of novels, can you play with others!"

"Playing? Is it that easy?"

Glancing at his younger brother, Sun Ya said angrily: "Besides, what's the use of just telling me what you said? Believe it or not, tomorrow... No, now it is estimated that your fans will riot! Don't believe me. If you do, check Weibo now to see what it looks like now..."

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