Reborn wealth distribution system

Chapter 191 Give out red envelopes if you disagree
As soon as the red envelopes came out, all 100 red envelopes were robbed in less than a second.

Ye An sneered twice, but did not speak.

Soon, a group of diving friends in the group began to bluff.

"Damn it, 10 red envelopes!"

"This Nima!"

"Am I dreaming?"

"I fucking snatched 3000 yuan!"

"It feels so fake, I actually got 7000 yuan!"

"This is the most red envelope I've ever robbed in my life!"

"Who is this person, so rich?"

"It's so handsome! It's a 10 red envelope!"

"I like such local tyrants!"

"Give out red envelopes if you don't agree! Every time you send out, you will get 10 yuan!"

"Worship the boss!"

While these water friends were crazily worshiping, those who suspected that Ye An was a liar before all fell silent at the moment.

It was obvious that Ye An's red envelope had already been sent to the point where they were afraid to speak.

Before, he suspected that Ye An was a liar and mocked him, but in the blink of an eye, he sent a 10 red envelope without saying a word.

Although he didn't say a word, Ye An's red envelope said everything.

Those who had ridiculed him before were all blushing at this moment, looking at the thousands of red envelopes they just grabbed, they had mixed feelings for a moment.

One second he was mocking him as a liar, but the next second he snatched his red envelope. Thinking about it, it's really ironic...

For a while, everyone just stared blankly at the water friends who were chatting enthusiastically in the group. Although they wanted to insert a few words, they moved their fingers and finally took it back.

They can't save face.

After all, I have said that before, and now it is impossible to imagine chatting with others in the group like a normal person.

Isn't this slapping yourself in the face...

Of course, Ye An didn't think too much about everyone's thoughts.

Looking at the countless zombies that exploded because of his red envelope, Ye An smiled and typed a word again.

"For unpublished novels that have archived manuscripts, you can sign a contract with Qidian, 50 words per thousand."

This time, as soon as this sentence came out, there were countless replies in the group.

"I me me!"

"I can!"

"I have a manuscript!"

"I have any manuscript here, any type you want!"

"I can update the [-]D every day, come to me, I guarantee you can sign the contract!"

"Our studio has more than 20 writers, and you can sign the contract on the same day!"

"I have high-quality manuscripts here, not only can I sign a contract, but also guarantee 2000+ orders after it goes on the shelves!"

"Boss, choose me!"

"The local tyrant chooses me!"

"Choose me choose me choose me!"

"Our studio can meet any request you have!"

"Our studio can tailor any novel for you!"

……

Seeing a bunch of people who @自我和私话自己, Ye An couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

In this world, money really comes first...

Before they revealed their identities, they didn't even care about themselves, and even once suspected that they were liars.

And once they showed their identities, these people immediately rushed up like ants.

It was like this in the last life, and it is still like this in this life.

Shaking his head and getting rid of these depressed thoughts, Ye An began to formally screen these messages.

Regardless of whether the other party is a shooter or a studio, as long as the other party can meet your requirements, then you can sign a contract with the other party.

Of course, the premise is to first confirm whether the other party is a liar.

After all, in the era of rampant studios and gunmen, all kinds of scammers emerged in an endless stream.

And the methods he used were naturally hard to detect, otherwise Ye An wouldn't have been regarded as a liar as soon as he entered.

In the end, Ye An decided on a candidate after choosing a few.

Qinghe.

As for why Ye An chose him, because his words were very simple, very direct, and of course very safe.

"I can send you the 50 yuan deposited manuscript first. If you can't sign the contract, I won't charge you a penny."

It was such a confident sentence, Ye An fell in love with it immediately.

What is the most important thing in business, there is undoubtedly only one answer, and that is sincerity.

If you can let the other party see your sincerity, then your business is already half successful.

Therefore, for Qing He's words, Ye An has already seen his sincerity.

Smiling, Ye An replied a word to him.

"it is good"

Ye An had just finished typing, and three seconds later, the other party sent a compressed package.

Ye An clicked to receive, and then saved it in the computer.

After opening it and reading it, Ye An intercepted the title of the book and a paragraph of text, and searched it online.

Sure enough, there are no duplicate names, and no duplicate paragraphs.

Smiling and nodding, Ye An typed two words.

"good."

Soon, the other party replied with a "thank you".

Seeing this, Ye An smiled. Now that the shooter has been found, the next one can reject others.

Thinking of this, Ye An immediately replied directly in the group.

"Sorry, I've already found someone to write it for me, so you don't need to chat with me in private anymore."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of wailing in the group.

"Ahhhh!"

"Don't do this, Brother Tuhao!"

"The novel I wrote is actually pretty good. Would you like to try it?"

"That's right, I signed all three books I wrote before, and now I have mastered the skills of starting a contract!"

"50 thousand words, such a high price, I don't know who is so lucky to be selected by a local tyrant."

"It's pretty good for someone like me who can write 20 words a thousand words, hey!"

"Before I voted for a buyout, I voted for a thousand characters 30 many times. I thought the price was too high. It's still incomparable with the local rich brother!"

"50 for a thousand words, 500 for 1 words, and 5 for a month if the daily change is [-]!"

"Yeah, it's the same as Qidian's boutique book, which is equivalent to 3000 average subscriptions."

"Great, my brother!"

"If I can write a high-quality book in Qidian, I won't have to worry about it in my life!"

"I don't know if Brother Tuhao still lacks books. If he does, he must come to me next time!"

"Find me, I'll leave you a million manuscripts!"

Seeing the replies from these water friends, Ye An smiled, and was about to turn off his phone when a new private message in QQ caught his attention.

Here is a picture.

In the picture is a ward with a girl without legs lying on the bed.

The girl is about 18 years old, with a notebook in front of her, and the girl is typing on the keyboard intently.

Just as Ye An was speculating about the other party's intention for posting this picture, the other party sent another sentence.

"This is my sister. Unfortunately, she lost her legs because of a car accident. My sister likes to write novels, but her grades in novels have not been very good, so I would like to ask if you can help her?"

Seeing this, Ye An frowned immediately.

If it were an ordinary person, maybe seeing this, they would really believe the other party's nonsense.

But Ye An, who has the experience of the previous life, has never seen any deception. As for the method of playing the moral and emotional cards, Ye An is not unheard of.

Therefore, Ye An doubted the authenticity of the other party's words.

(End of this chapter)