Self-cultivation of entertainment bigwigs

Chapter 512

It was rare to see Zhao Qian appear, and the authors in the group were all chatting happily.

The chat started in no time, from writing to life, from life to the ragged little sisters on the side of the road who were waiting for help, and then to other people's wives waiting in the bar to be teased by handsome men.

Zhao Qian could only sigh that the lives of the big guys were really colorful, unlike himself, who had only one handsome character throughout his life.

As a conscientious and upright author, Zhao Qian is rarely in the crowd.Unlike others, code words for half an hour and chat for 25 minutes.

I can write two chapters in half an hour, a thousand words and a thousand yuan, that's 4000 yuan, a high-end club... ahem, a meal in a high-end restaurant is more than enough.

Therefore, chat groups and other things, cliffs are the biggest enemy that hinders the progress of authors!
Chatting and chatting, for some reason, the spearhead started targeting Zhao Qian again.

"Actually, I've always wondered how the love letter master usually codes. There are tens of thousands of updates a day, and so many manuscripts are saved. He is so popular!"

As the most famous crook in the group, Hua Hua Mao is full of resentment and anger.

Why can others easily write tens of thousands of words, but it is so difficult for me to write [-] words a day? They are the same people, but the talent gap is so obvious. Isn't this so fucking unfair?

For a moment, there was an urge to grab the ground with his head.

I'm not kidding, I'm really aggrieved!
Zhao Qian chuckled at this: "Is this strange? There are many people with fast hands, right? Besides, you can't just talk about hand speed in codewriting, you have to keep up with your brain speed.

I can still do it at a speed of [-] to [-] mph. I have prepared a detailed outline of the plot in advance. It is not difficult to write it. It is much easier than conceiving the plot on the fly and getting stuck.

Think about it this way, if I write for a few hours a day, I will have tens of thousands of words.In addition, it is winter vacation time now, and there is no need to go to class or do other things. Most of the time every day is code words. Isn't it normal to be able to write tens of thousands? "

Although this is said, everyone is still full of resentment, but they have to accept it.

Who makes people so talented?
"Kneel down to the big guy with a speed of seven or eight thousand per hour."

"[-] speeds per hour rushing to the street and crying silently."

"The handicapped party with a speed of [-] per hour is here."

"Vegetable chicken limits my imagination..."

The monk even said harshly: "If you can save one more chapter by licking Xiang, how can I lick you to doubt your life!"

The corner of Zhao Qian's mouth twitched and he suddenly smiled: "Come, monk, I will be your gunman. I can still write ten and twenty chapters. I don't ask for much, just a lick!"

Everyone laughed and booed.

Monk: "..."

Mom sells batches, but brothers don't play according to the routine!
"Boss, you are a super god with thousands of words and thousands of words. Don't you be afraid of shame when you spread the word? Besides, I can't afford to hire you!"

The monk was resolutely persuaded, and declined with various excuses.

Zhao Qian took it easy: "It's okay, I can write it for you for free, just remember to take pictures or record videos when licking and flying, live broadcasting is better, when the time comes, put a link to the live broadcasting room in the group, everyone go to cheer you up .”

Come on your sister!
Cheer up your sister!
Still want me to broadcast live, I XX you OO...

The monk's current mood is similar to that of eating Xiang. Not to mention how uncomfortable it is, it is simply self-inflicted and he feels like crying but has no tears.

"Manhun! This god replied me to Manhun!" Everyone praised.

In the end, the monk had no choice but to beg for mercy. In the end, the matter was finally revealed.

……

After finishing today's routine update, Zhao Qian received a message from editor Taishan.

Taishan chatted with him privately and said: "Love letter, I want to ask for your opinion on something. The book city is going to launch a new function of the Great God, that is, readers can ask the author some questions for a fee.

If the author answers, he can get half of the fee for the reader's question.The question price can be set by yourself, the purpose is to enhance the interaction between readers and authors.How about it, are you interested? "

"Not interested." Zhao Qian replied directly as soon as he saw the message.

Well, it's just so capricious.

Taishan had a smile on his face one second, but froze the next second: "Yes... eh eh, wait, don't be too busy refusing, think about it seriously, this is a way to interact with readers and get closer to each other. What a great opportunity for a relationship!”

I'm sorry, this script is wrong, brother, shouldn't you just agree to it?

In vain, at the beginning, I imagined how I explained in front of the editor-in-chief how I had worked so hard to persuade you after you agreed.

Now it's better, no need to pretend, just get rejected directly.

Anyway, you should inquire about the specifics first, right?

I'm so tired, how can I stand with such an old man...

Zhao Qian still said the same thing: "I'm serious, I'm not very interested."

This is the truth, the master said. Just by listening to the name, you can tell whether it requires voice or the function of the bookstore. It feels like there is a big hole in it.

His works are very popular in bookstores, but that doesn't mean he has the leisure to answer readers' questions.I can’t manage the book review section here in Qihang, so how can I have time to go there!
You know, the bookstore claims to have [-] million paying readers, dozens of times more than Qihang.

Besides, would he be short of opportunities to get closer to readers?

One day if you have nothing to do, you can start a live broadcast, and readers will naturally come over, so there is no need for some great masters to say.

I'm not afraid that the readers are not close, but I'm afraid that if they get too close, something will happen accidentally, tsk!
"Master, don't be like this. Several other masters have agreed, so you should agree too. You can get half of the money for every question you answer, and it will be sent directly to WeChat. This kind of income-increasing thing, you Do you want to reject them all?"

Taishan really can't figure it out, maybe this is the boss, the world of the boss is always different from that of ordinary people, the small money in his eyes is almost the same as one cent or two cents in the eyes of the boss.

This is very frustrating.

Zhao Qian hesitated for a while, watching Taishan's various pleadings and earnest wishes, and finally sighed: "Well, I don't guarantee that every question will be answered, but on the day when the new function is launched, I should go to support it."

Tai Shan was pleasantly surprised: "Okay, thank you for your help, I can finally explain to the editor-in-chief."

At this moment, he really burst into tears in his heart. He thought it was a good job, but he almost stumbled.

……

Small days are as usual.

When the new function of the bookstore was launched, the editor notified it immediately, and Zhao Qian followed the prompts to log in to the backstage of the author of the bookstore, and sure enough, he saw a master talking about this function.

However, the price of the question in front of me is only 100 coins, and no readers have asked questions yet.

Shaking his head, answering a question, let him count for 10 seconds, 100 coins is only one dollar, and these days, one dollar can't even buy a bottle of wahha, so it's not a loss?
Decisively revise the price.

"How much should I change?" Zhao Qian began to hesitate instead.

　There was a power outage during the day today, so helpless, I didn’t receive a notice in advance, and the rice was half cooked, not to mention the pain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)