Super Rich: Compensation for failure is 10,000 times

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Zhang Hao frowned and sighed.

This month, he only made more than 30 billion.

970 billion flew away.

Alas, why is it so difficult to make money?

"Hey, little brother, stop sighing."

The stall owner next door sells all kinds of shoes and throws Zhang Hao a cigarette. "Business is not good, sighing is useless."

"I'm just afraid that business will be good."

Zhang Hao took out a lighter, lit it, and took a puff.

Then he glanced at the other party and asked, "Have you been selling shoes at a stall?"

"I'm also a writer, writing online novels. My books failed and I couldn't make a living, so I came out to set up a stall. Maybe it can inspire inspiration..."

"Writing books failed?"

Zhang Hao's eyes lit up.

This seems to be a way.

I also like to read online novels, but my writing is average and I have no experience.

If I write online novels, they will definitely fail.

The system will compensate me ten thousand times!

What will that be? A web novel that will be popular all over the world?

That might be worth nearly 10 billion.

Didn't the Harry Potter book earn the author more than 10 billion?

That was more than 10 years ago.

So he said excitedly: "Brother, I really have no way to make a living, and I also want to write web novels. Can you teach me?"

"You have no way to make a living?"

Duan Shanshan, who was leaving school and preparing to work at a hotel, heard it, touched her forehead, and couldn't bear to look directly.

You are a rich man with a net worth of tens of billions, teasing the poor, is it really okay?

"You also want to write web novels?"

The stall owner was very surprised and looked Zhang Hao up and down.

"I do."

Zhang Hao said, "Maybe I am a genius, and I can become a god with one book?"

"Hahaha... Newcomers are as confident as you. When I first started writing books, I believed that I was a genius, and I could beat the five whites and become a god with one book. But I couldn't see clearly. After seven years of writing books, I have completely changed. How old do you think I am now?"

"I absolutely don't believe you are forty years old."

Zhang Hao said hesitantly.

"25 years old."

"What? 25 years old?"

Zhang Hao was stunned. The person in front of him was clearly a middle-aged uncle.

How could he be only 25 years old?

"After graduating from college, I didn't find a job, so I kept writing novels, working day and night, racking my brains... I aged more than ten years in three years. But I can still barely make ends meet. Now I have to set up a stall to subsidize myself, otherwise I will starve to death."

"Why is it so miserable?"

Zhang Hao's face was full of pity.

"It was not bad three years ago, but now the environment has changed. Free is advocated, and subscriptions are declining. It's miserable..."

"But there are still people who can make money, right?"

"Of course there are, but they are rare. Such people are all geniuses. So, you have to be cautious. I am a lesson for you."

"It's okay, I'll try it, and I'll write after setting up the stall. Can you give me some advice?"

Zhang Hao took out his soft Zhonghua and handed it over.

"Smoking soft Zhonghua? You are so extravagant."

"Hehehe, I took it by chance..."

Zhang Hao said.

The stall owner next door began to teach Zhang Hao how to write online novels.

Creativity, outline, detailed outline...

Even the editor was contacted for Zhang Hao.

"Do you think this will work? The protagonist is a street vendor who passed the family test. Did you see the Koenigsegg? It was given to him by the family. A super beauty was taking pictures. The protagonist went to confess. He was rejected. As a result, the protagonist took out the car key and pressed it, and the car lights lit up brightly. The beauty was stunned and regretted it..."

Zhang Hao said.

"This is a good start, you are really talented."

The eyes of the stall owner next door lit up, "What is your education?"

"Undergraduate, graduated from Futan University."

Zhang Hao whispered.

"What year did you graduate?"

The stall owner next door had a strange expression on his face.

"2017."

"Fuck, I also graduated from Futan University in 2017."

"What's your major?"

Zhang Hao was shocked. They were actually alumni.

"Computer software engineering."

"You're lying. I'm also a computer software engineer. How come I don't remember you?"

Zhang Hao said.

"You too?"

The stall owner next door stared at Zhang Hao and asked hesitantly, "Could it be that you are Zhang Hao?"

"Oh my god, do you really know me?"

Zhang Hao's eyes widened.

"I'm Jiang Baixue."

The stall owner was excited.

"Oh my god, Jiang Baixue?"

Zhang Hao was stunned. Jiang Baixue was really his college classmate.

I was obsessed with online novels. I didn't study hard for four years in college. I just read and wrote books.

But it was quite glorious at that time. I could get tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of royalties every month.

All the students were envious.

How did he become like this three years after graduation?

He has fallen to the point of selling things on the street?

Could it be that, like me, he also has a system that compensates for failures ten thousand times.

Or a system that makes rich people sell things on the street?

At this moment, the two of them became more intimate.

Jiang Baixue also told the truth. He had a serious illness in the past three years - lung cancer.

It might be because he smoked too much while writing the book.

Fortunately, it was discovered early and cured.

But he also got a lot older.

He wrote books intermittently.

His financial situation was not very good.

But he basically survived.

Now that his new book has become popular, he sells things on the street to rest and inspire inspiration.

Of course, I don't know if he is just pretending to be rich.

"Then you still smoke?"

Zhang Hao snatched the cigarette from his hand, threw it on the ground and stomped it out.

"It's okay, I smoke one or two cigarettes a day at most. I don't dare to smoke at home because my wife is here. In fact, I came out to set up a stall, in addition to the above reasons, I just want to secretly smoke one or two cigarettes, otherwise it's too uncomfortable."

Jiang Baixue said.

Zhang Hao was completely speechless, he was simply smoking to death.

"Why are you setting up a stall here? If you are seen by classmates, it will be embarrassing." Jiang Baixue said, "I am different. I am so old that no classmates can recognize me. You don't know that yesterday, Guan Weiliang came to my place to buy shoes. After choosing for a long time, he just didn't recognize me."

Guan Weiliang is a classmate who stayed in school and is a teacher at Futan University.

"I don't steal or rob, so why should I embarrass myself."

Zhang Hao didn't care.

"But some people think you are embarrassing. The classmates in the group are talking about you, and what they say is very ugly."

Jiang Baixue looked at the university classmates group and sighed.