Money life

Chapter 212
"Cheers." He raised his glass to touch the glasses of several young people in front of him, and then drank the beer in the glass.

"Come, come, eat." A little fat man sitting opposite him put down his glass and greeted.

A young man wearing glasses is full of people.

There are three other people at this table, two men and one woman.

The three of them are small authors, living at the bottom of this world, living in torment.

Of the four of them, the girl's life is better. She has a good family background, and because she has studied abroad, she has a little more knowledge, and she made money from her first novel.

Her own job is not bad, and she entered a larger company to work as a clerical job through her connections. She works relaxed and comfortable every day, and her salary is not bad.

He is just as good as the other two boys, and the little fat guy's grades are slightly better. After writing for two years, the first novel was a high-quality novel, but the second novel's grades are hard to describe.

In order to write a book, he quit his job with a salary of tens of thousands of yuan a month and wrote at home full-time. The first novel made him a lot of money, but the second novel didn’t work. He has been very anxious recently.

Another young man wearing glasses lived an ordinary life. Writing novels was just a hobby and a dream. After writing for half a year, he failed to sign a contract and was always struggling between persistence and giving up.

The man has known them for a long time and knows them well.

He was traveling recently, and when he came to this city, he met them.

The four found a restaurant and got together in a private room.

The little fat man took a sip of his wine, as if he had something on his mind.

"His person, have you ever thought about giving up?" Seeing his person looking at him, the little fat man hesitated and asked.

"Fatty, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that the little fatty was in a bad mood, the young man wearing glasses patted him and asked jokingly.

The little fat man took a sip of his wine and said, "I want to give up."

The faces of the three of them were a little ugly.

More or less, they thought about giving up, but every time they chose to persevere in the dilemma of giving up and persisting, and then used their busyness to forget about giving up, but they always thought of giving up again in the dead of night.

"Brother Fat, what are you talking about? It's not easy for Brother Qiren to come here once, so don't be so sad." The girl patted the little fat man with a smile and said.

He drank a glass of beer in silence.

"After two years of writing, I have suspected that I am not suitable for this line of work countless times, and denied myself countless times. Now because my full-time earning is not as much as the previous book, my parents give me face every day, and they force me to go out to work every day. But what else can I do now? Apart from writing novels, I really don’t know what else to do.” The little fat man was in pain.

He is very distressed now and wants to persevere in this line of work, but because of his unsatisfactory grades, he is really about to lose his grip.

"Brother Fat, do you still want to continue?" The man was very calm instead.

He is also a newcomer, and he often thinks of giving up, but every time he tells himself that if he persists, maybe he will get better.

The little fat man hesitated, and he didn't know whether he wanted to persist or not.

"Oh." The young man wearing glasses sighed, drank a glass of beer, and said, "Sometimes I can't keep going. After writing for half a year, I applied for signing countless times, but I still failed. I wondered if I was wrong. suitable for this line."

"The luckiest thing for me is that my parents support me. After they know that I write novels, they are very happy. Although they can't sign a contract and no one reads them, they have been reading my novels and saying that my writing is good. Yes. Every time I want to give up, they will always tell me to persevere no matter what I do.”

"Think about it. If you persist, you may not succeed, but if you don't persist, you won't even give yourself a chance to lose. Every time I see my parents reading my novels and encouraging me, I am very happy, and then I feel that I can't write. Good or give up will let them down, and they will have confidence again."

The young man in glasses looked a little excited.

"Actually, writing novels is for ourselves. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as we calm down and accumulate slowly, we will always see the sun." He said with a slight smile.

"Yeah, look at You Yu. He wrote more than 500 million words without signing a contract. Compared with him, we are still far behind." The girl said.

They are in the same group as You Yu De Shui, so they all know each other.

Speaking of swimming in water, the man couldn't help laughing.

Relatively speaking, he is much more familiar with Swimming in Water than he is with the three people in front of him.

You Yu De Shui is a person he has known since he first entered the web writing industry. Until now, it can be said that he is aware of You Yu De Shui's persistence in the past few years, and his suffering is also known to You Yu De Shui. All know.

The two supported each other and have come to this day.

"Youyu can really persevere. Fatty, learn from others." The young man wearing glasses said jokingly.

The little fat man was still a little mournful.

"Ding." The phones of the four people rang at the same time.

They laughed, and there was no other possibility for them to receive the news except the group chat they joined together.

"There's news in the group, and the people in the group are probably getting excited again." The girl shook her head and turned on her phone.

The group chat for the message is a WeChat group.

The girl opened WeChat, and within a short while there were more than ten messages in the group.

She opened it and looked at the news, the more she looked at her, the more ugly her face became.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her complexion, the three of them asked suspiciously.

At the same time, they also turned on their phones.

After reading the news in the group, the four of them were silent.

The person opened the writing forum in disbelief, wanting to see if there was any news in the forum.

The writing forum is a platform commonly used by web writers. Almost anything in the web literature circle is posted to the forum and discussed.

There were a lot of posts in the forum, he looked at it casually, and the latest posts were the same as the news he got in the group.

After seeing it, he quit the forum and sighed.

"Have a drink." The little fat man seemed even more frustrated, he raised his glass and said.

The three of them also raised their wine glasses one after another, and the four wine glasses collided.

After finishing the beer in the glass, the little fat man put down the glass and asked again: "Are you going to continue?"

"I will definitely stick to it. After all, my parents like to watch it, as long as they like it. As for...the news in the group may not be true, haven't you figured it out yet?" The young man wearing glasses thought also I didn't think so, just said.

"The worst thing about writing novels is that you can do nothing but write this. Fatty, keep going. Come on, cheers, I wish all of us can jump the dragon's gate." He stood up and raised his glass.

The fat man sighed, stood up, raised his glass, and said, "It's enough to meet a few of you on this road."

The wine glasses of the four collided, making a clinking sound.

The four of them had their own concerns, but they expressed their concerns while drinking.

They had a long meal and talked for a long time.

It wasn't until early in the morning that the four of them had finished their meal and left the hotel.

Up to this moment, their mobile phone group chats were still ringing.

"Ding." His cell phone rang again.

The screen lit up, and a message appeared. The message was sent by You Yu De Shui: Hey man, have you read the forum?I'm afraid there will be a storm in the Internet.

(End of this chapter)