Build a family of immortality from the blood slaves of the Demon Sect

August 12th, early morning, eight o'clock.

The author Ye Chengqian silently entered the author group chat and said hello to all the big guys.

Suddenly a big boss said in surprise: "Hey, um! The royalties have been paid!"

The other big guys also checked their royalties and cheered endlessly.

There was a joyous atmosphere in the group.

Ye Chengqian only felt that they were noisy, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, so he just typed the word "congratulations" on the keyboard.

Suddenly, a big boss kicked Ye Chengqian and asked, "Boy, have you paid your coward fee?"

The royalties are not free money!

Ye Chengqian wanted to refute, but he muttered and typed back: "Boss, I haven't put it on the shelves yet."

The boss pretended to be apologetic and said: "Oh, by the way, it's difficult for your results to be put on the shelves."

"I'm afraid it won't take 300,000 words to put on the shelves, right? But don't be discouraged, you can still eat it with perfect attendance for three months."

"One thousand and fifty cents a month!"

Ye Chengqian originally wanted to refute that he did not use 300,000 words on the shelves, but then he thought about it, what is the difference between 200,000 words on the shelves and 300,000 words on the shelves?

If you don’t even have three hundred true pursuits, what point does it make to worry about whether there are one hundred true pursuits?

In the group chat, there was another discussion about the recommendation of the boss’s new book, Passing Five Levels and Killing Six Generals. Ye Chengqian responded: “I’ve also passed the fourth level.”

The big guy suddenly got mad and said, "Who are you, and you've been able to ride on a four-wheeler?"

Ye Chengqian silently withdrew the message. Looking at the message from the writer's assistant, he thought to himself, I have just passed the fourth round.

A kind-hearted boss said: "Hey, don't argue with him, maybe you don't even understand what a four-wheeler is." "It's extremely, extremely..."

Ye Chengqian touched his empty belly and looked at the arrogant bosses: "Boss, you've made a fortune, can you give me some breakfast money?"

These words were buried in the boss’s group chat messages, as if no one saw them.

Ye Chengqian snorted, looked at the keyboard, and muttered: "You're a big boss, I won't even reward you with breakfast money."

Hungry until noon, Ye Chengqian was tossing and turning in bed. Ye Chengqian was really hungry and couldn't bear it anymore.

He struggled to get up from the bed and muttered: "If you don't want a reward, I'll ask the readers for a reward."

Clicking on the editor's chat page, regardless of the listing issues, Ye Chengqian asked shamelessly: "Editor, can I put it on the shelves today?"

After receiving the editor's no-questions-asked reply and the backend website short message, Ye Chengqian finally let go of his worries.

As usual, it was time to write a speech about the launch of Lao Shizi, but Ye Chengqian looked at the empty page and didn't know what to write.

Finally, after pondering for a long time, he wrote on the keyboard:

"Readers, please give me some money QAQ"

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The story is fabricated, 30% true and 70% false, for the readers' enjoyment only.

It is true to be poor, it is true to beg for food, and it is false to be a villain.

I’ll post four chapters first, and I’m not sure how many more will be released in the evening. It depends on how many I’ll post.