Self-cultivation of entertainment bigwigs

Chapter 460 Hey, why are there tens of millions more?
With Li Wanqing on the stage, the atmosphere was much more lively than it was at the beginning.

There is no way around this, after all, a popular star, whether it is popularity or fan stickiness, has to beat the great author by several blocks.

However, since the station has received sponsorship fees from others, it is natural not to neglect a few great writers.

Therefore, Teacher Wang has been trying his best to bring the topic to Zhao Qian and the others.

For example, ask Tang San: "How did you manage to update continuously for 15 years?"

Many readers and fans are also curious about this question.

Tang San's answer was: "In the beginning it was because of love, and for a while it was because of manuscript fees and life pressure, but until now, it is still because of my love for this industry. I hope to write [-] million words in my lifetime."

Wow, [-] million words!

The audience at the scene exclaimed, and even Teacher Wang and the others widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

This number is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Let alone 100 million words, many people may not even be able to write [-] million words in their lifetime!
Including many so-called writers, the various short stories they wrote add up to hundreds of thousands of words.

Perhaps this is where traditional literature despises online literature, thinking that fast food culture is too superficial, impetuous, and has no connotation.

Teacher Wang then asked: "Then how many words have you written now?"

Tang San smiled: "It just exceeded 3500 million."

The audience took another deep breath and applauded and cheered.

Tang San is indeed proud enough, he dare not say anything else, but in terms of the number of words written, he is definitely the number one in the whole Qihang so far.

When asked about the other platinum gods, they all wrote at least 2000 million words, and even the least amount of lies were written 1500 million words.

Sure enough, the achievements of the great gods are all based on the number of words.

At the end, Teacher Wang asked, "What about you, love letter?"

When asked about Zhao Qian, many people's eyes lit up and their expressions became gloating.

I saw this guy was showing off from the beginning, and this time he finally had a place where others could suppress his authority.

In many people's minds, the other great gods have been famous for a long time and have persisted in creating for many years. They must have written more words than Zhao Qian. This time, Zhao Qian may be far behind the other great gods.

Some viewers couldn't wait to see Zhao Qian embarrassed and humiliated.

Wang Bo looked at Zhao Qian with a hint of banter involuntarily.

After all, he is just a kid who has just turned 20 years old, with insufficient experience and mature mentality.

"Sorry, let me see..."

Zhao Qian sneered, he didn't pay attention to how many words he wrote.

In front of everyone, he took out his mobile phone, opened the Qihang APP, glanced at it, and then smiled and said, "Not much, just 2200 million."

Well, not as good as Tang San, similar to other great gods.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Teacher Wang nodded before reacting, a little confused: "You said, you wrote 2200 million words?"

His eyes were wide open, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Zhao Qian wondered.

Am I saying something wrong?

no?
This is indeed what is written on the author's page——

A half-paper love letter, a Platinum author of Set Sail, author of the rich list of writers, whose works rank first in major rankings all the year round, known for its extremely fast update speed, with a total of 2200 million words.

Teacher Wang looked like a husky: "Love letter, haven't you just entered the industry not long ago?"

Zhao Qian nodded modestly: "Yes, compared with the big brothers next to me, it didn't take long."

Teacher Wang still couldn't believe it: "When did you start writing books?"

"September last year." Zhao Qian answered honestly.

When Teacher Wang heard it, she almost collapsed.

Isn't it exactly a year since September last year?

In one year, 2200 million words were written?

Do you fucking think that my IQ is the same as water spinach that uses love to generate electricity, only 59?

Although Mr. Wang did a lot of homework in advance, he didn't know too much detail. A lot of information was only learned from the encyclopedia. For the sake of the effect of the program, he didn't intend to know everything clearly.

Then, he GG.

"I feel that my life has lost its ideal and turned into a salted fish..."

Teacher Wang had an unlovable expression on his face.

Not to mention Teacher Wang, the others are similar.2200 million words a year, is this guy a humanoid typewriter?
Wang Bo looked bewildered, what's the matter?
Am I dreaming?

Or is this guy lying?
Just now, I was still thinking about being pressured by other great writers, so as to frustrate his spirit, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face in a blink of an eye.

Damn it, this turning point comes too fast, doesn’t it?
The audience who had the same thoughts as Wang Bo just now had even more pained faces.

Damn chicken, I was slapped in the face, it hurts so much!
Only Brother Tang Sandong and the others were a little calmer, but they also showed a faint wry smile.

I have worked hard for more than ten years, but I was surpassed by others in just one year. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

It took Teacher Wang a while to recover, with a strange expression on his face: "How much did you pay for the love letter last month?"

But after he finished speaking, Qian Feng pulled his clothes at the side, and realized that he asked a question that shouldn't be asked.

Zhao Qian didn't think too much about it, shrugged, and said, "Actually, I don't pay much attention to the manuscript fee now, anyway, the website will not lose my share. Occasionally, when I think of it, I will glance at the bank balance notice. How many millions more?"

puff……

Teacher Wang literally vomited blood.

Fuck, can you pretend a little more?

What is "how many tens of millions more"?
Let me tell you that you will be beaten to death like this!
Everyone on the scene looked at Zhao Qian with a little more unkindness, so I should drag this guy out and chop him up quickly, or my heart can't stand it.

Tang San and the others silently distanced themselves from this pretender, for fear of getting hurt.

Who let himself pretend to be inferior to him?

I'm so angry!
……

Finish recording the show.

Under the arrangement of Qihang staff, Zhao Qian and his party ate supper with Mr. Wang and the hosts, and successfully got each other's contact information.

Make more friends, one more road.

Especially for Zhao Qian who owns a company, getting to know more celebrities in the entertainment industry will be of great help to him.

Then they agreed with Tang San and the others to have lunch together at noon tomorrow, and everyone left.

Li Wanqing leaned over and whispered, "I didn't eat enough just now, let's continue to eat something else?"

Zhao Qian rolled his eyes in disgust: "Are you a pig? You still feel hungry after eating so much?"

Li Wanqing tried to quibble: "How can I eat a lot, you are all chatting, and I am too embarrassed to bury my head in eating by myself. I only ate half full in total."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Qian didn't bother to argue with her, "What do you want to eat?"

"Crayfish!" Li Wanqing said without hesitation.

In the past two years, spicy crayfish has become popular all over the country, and Zhao Qian was quite moved.

Then the spicy crayfish is ready.

　I feel like I'm going to lose my perfect attendance. . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)