"You really have no sense of humor!"
"What you wrote is rubbish!"
"Do you understand the taste of people nowadays? It should be easy and funny. Who is sad to watch a novel protagonist in a day's work or bitter hatred?"
"That's why I said it's better for you to pick up trash than to write a novel."
"Boss, collecting garbage is higher than writing novels," Chen Mo whispered.
"Why do you know how to play dumb at this time? When you were writing a novel, what's your name, Linton? Why don't you call yourself Newton?
You'll die as soon as you show up, Mom! Why don't you just write down the main character! "
"Linton really lost his life because of a conspiracy."
"I!" The boss slumped on the boss's chair, and on the desk was Chen Mo's outline of the novel that had been revised countless times. If Chen Mo was not the boss's brother-in-law, he would have been expelled from the studio.
The boss said earnestly, "You are a street fighter, do you understand? Pu gai, you are still a bedbug in your whole life! Garbage! "
"Do you think everyone is Han Leng? All are three young people? Special rubbish also wants to talk about dreams with me.
I can make guests happy even if I keep a dog. What can I do with your garbage except eating rice? It's too dirty for me to wipe my ass.
I said to you, if it wasn't for my brother-in-law, I would have swept you out of the house. You should learn from them. You can't write for others by yourself!
Let me tell you something. Alas, you waste another day of my time.
Don't show me the rubbish in the future. Get the hell out of here. Your sister asked you to go to dinner tonight. You said you would work overtime. What's more, you said you had to pick up garbage and didn't have time to eat. Dirty my floor. You... "
Chen Mo doesn't know how he got out of the office. Does he have self-esteem? It seems that there is no such thing. How can a person who cannot support himself talk about self-esteem? If not, he has the impulse to beat up the boss and brother-in-law.
But he is just like a weak dog. When he is wandering in the street and the world, he sometimes thinks why he can still face these strong things.
Do you want to die?
Will you jump off the cliff and cross it, and change your destiny directly with a golden finger?
There were countless times when he stood on the top of the 33rd floor and felt the biting cold wind coming, but he could not make up his mind to beat.
But what about this time? He thought back to his life.
When he was born, he was mistaken for a mute because he didn't cry. The doctor beat him a dozen times before he cried.
I always went to the ladies' room before I was seven years old, so I always thought I was a girl.
I finally went to primary school, but I was laughed at for six years because I was weak and often had diarrhea in class.
When she first fell in love, the girl took risks just to prove that she would not be poisoned by kissing him.
At university, he stood downstairs in his dormitory, took a guitar and read his love poem all night. Finally, he knew that the goddess had gone to open a room with others.
Now, the last thing he can't let go is his sister. Although he is not related by blood, his sister accompanied him through the worst days of his life. He thought that as soon as he made money writing novels, he would buy a house and a car for his sister and let her leave the man.
But now he can't live without that man.
In fact, the boss is not a bad person, but he is also struggling in this world.
Chen Mo jumped down from the top of the 33 storey building in this way, and he was greeted not by crossing or reversing, but by the bloody and cold ground.
He can even feel his brain burst out, which is exactly the same as in the film. He can't die anymore.
Just, why do you still feel? What on earth is this darkness? Is that how people feel after death? He even tried to stretch his hands, but whether he had them or not was unknown.
It's just a feeling.
I'm really not dead!
He suddenly woke up from a nightmare.
It turned out that he was really a loser. Even jumping off a building dared only think about it in his dream. He even thought of taking a pen name of Luther on the Internet.
Dong dong dong!
Chen Mo opened the door weakly. "Who is it?" He looked up and saw several men and women in suits.
The head woman's skin is particularly white, much like the high cold female masters in Chen Mo's dirty novels.
However, she is a female owner and obviously not a male owner.
"It's really a loser." The hostess wrote a sign on her chest. The editing group of urban power: Xia Qiu.
"Oh, don't mind." A tall man in a suit also walked out behind Xia Qiu, "Mr. Lu, right? I'm Jiang He, the chief editor of the destination website city group. We came to invite you to our website as a full-time author."
"You think too much. I'm not good at writing novels at all. You've got the wrong person."
"Probably not," Jiang He raised his wrist and nodded a few times. Suddenly, a light curtain directly popped out, with all Chen Mo's information on it, including the end of his life essence: garbage that is useless to society, and all eunuchs' book catalogs.
"In the past three years, you have used more than a dozen pseudonyms in the past three years, including the former Chen and later, the former Chen Lazy, Luther, Lin Dun, and so on, right?"
Although Chen Mo was surprised at the high-tech products on Jiang He's wrist, he nodded quietly. He did write these eunuch books, but he didn't feel guilty.
The eunuch's several books are nothing compared with those without food.
"Then we really didn't find the wrong person, Mr. Lu, don't worry about rejecting us. You should have heard about our destination website."
Chen Mo nodded, "I heard something."
"But what you know may be just some information on the Internet, not our real strength. You see," Jiang He waved his wrist, and the light curtain immediately popped out, "we are different from what you think."
"I promise." Chen Mo suddenly said that no one had ever recognized him, although he also doubted whether he was really suitable for writing novels. Although the boss said he was garbage, he thought he was no different from garbage, but he always wanted to try.
"Please listen carefully first." Xia Qiu said, "How can you become a good writer if you don't know the cause and effect first."
"Xiao Xia, don't hit others
Xia Qiu glared at Chen Mo and didn't mean to come in and sit down.
Chen Mo naturally doesn't care, and Jiang He doesn't care any more. He makes it clear about the destination website and the full-time author.
I don't know where I took out a real leather contract like thing with a lot of words written on it.
"A full-time writer contract for the destination website, with a term of 300 years?"
Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, but just now, after listening to what Chief Editor Jiang said, three hundred years has been short, and what Chief Editor Jiang said was completely beyond Chen Mo's understanding. He was only half convinced and only regarded it as an ordinary writing job.
The contract is also very formal, but its content is not much different from that of the general contract. It is also a sharing model, and there are full attendance awards and so on. Only Chen Mo gets some strange things besides the basic money.
"If you think it's OK, you can sign it."
"Don't you need to bite your finger and drip blood or something?"
"What do you think of fantasy novels? We are serious websites."
"I didn't seem to say that you were not serious."
"After you sign your name, you will go to work here tomorrow. Jiang He handed a business card to him.
It says: I will edit your life at the destination website. Address: Floor 18, No. 18, XX Avenue, Jiangzhou City, Tel: 44444444.
