My daughter is so annoying

Chapter 95 Knives in the Snow

Demonic!

A very familiar name.

Fang Cheng thought for a long time but couldn't figure out when he had heard of it, so he could only turn on the tablet, search for this website, and click in to have a look.

Comic list: Requiem Street, Chu Feng, Terminal Brain...

Anime list: Kaifeng Strange Tan, God of Gods, Mantou Diary...

It feels so familiar, the click-through rate is really not low, but why haven't I seen the news of this website on the Internet, is it because I don't have money to promote it?

Fang Cheng called back: "Fatty, I think it's pretty good, how much will it cost to buy them?"

"They are just a studio with about 1000 people, and the opening is [-] million."

"so cheap?!"

Guo Hai was dumbfounded, and quickly replied: "It's still cheap, I think you are used to being extravagant, believe it or not, if I cut 200 million more at this price, they will agree."

"How to say?"

"They have a new work called 1 Cold Jokes. They are short of money. Although the comics on their website have a high click-through rate, there are not many paying users, so they haven't fully realized profitability. If we don't If they are acquired, it is estimated that they will face a shortage of funds.”

"It's because the domestic audience's concept of payment has not yet been established. I think it will work, and you can figure it out."

"Okay, then I'll just figure it out myself?"

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Cheng took the book and continued to read.

From famous works at home and abroad, to history books of various dynasties, the amount of knowledge Fang Cheng now has has increased several times compared to three months ago.

Fang Cheng felt that the time was almost up.

He's about to start writing.

Fang Cheng took out the laptop he hadn't used for a long time from the second floor, and Fang Cheng sat on the sofa and thought about it for a while.

Fang Cheng has no interest in writing prose or poetry, because no matter how good the writing is, there is no way to realize it quickly.

He wanted to write something that would make money.

Fang Cheng unconsciously thought of the experience of writing web articles when he first came to this world.

At that time, Fang Cheng felt that if he moved the brains of that world to this world to write about the Internet, he would definitely become a platinum author, but because of his poor writing skills, he couldn't even sign a contract.

"Shouldn't it be different now?" Fang Cheng muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and the plots he had seen in his previous life began to appear in his mind.

Douban?Forget it, I can't practice writing again.

Douluo is quite profitable, but the key point is that I haven't read it, so I can't even copy it.

I still remember the plot clearly, and that is the only one.

(Don't guess, it's not the tomb robbery notes, they are all badly written, I don't want to write them.)

Create a folder in Fangcheng and rename it to——Fighting Knife in the Snow.

Open the folder and create the first chapter—Xiaoer Shangjiu.

"Beiliang Prince's Mansion is located in Qingliang Mountain, with thousands of households and extremely prosperous civil engineering..."

Chapter 1 was [-] words, and it took Lin Fan more than two hours to finish it. Because he just started writing, although he remembered the plot, he had to think about each sentence for a long time, and he hadn't typed for a long time, so he was a little rusty.

After saving the file and turning off the computer, Fang Cheng stretched himself and ran to the yard to practice Wu Qinxi.

Yang Yueyue squatted in front of the kennel, feeding dog food.

An hour later, Qingqing came home from school.

"Babababa, I want to buy playdough, I want to buy playdough." As soon as the little girl got home, she hugged Fang Cheng's thigh and kept clamoring for playdough.

Fang Cheng had no choice but to run to a grocery store on the next street after taking a shower, and bought five or six boxes of plasticine in one go.

Fang Cheng put the plasticine in a bag, and when he got home, he hid the bag behind his back.

Qingqing, who was holding a baby bottle and drinking water, ran to the door of the living room, and asked expectantly, "Papa, where's the plasticine?"

"Papa is late, the store is closed."

Qingqing immediately lowered her head, pouted her mouth high, and her face was full of displeasure.

Fang Cheng stepped forward and rubbed Qingqing's little head, took out the bag, handed it to Qingqing's eyes and said, "Papa lied to you, you saw that Papa bought it for you."

Qingqing's eyes widened immediately, and she looked at the five or six boxes of plasticine in the bag with great surprise. She took the bag and smiled sweetly, showing a row of neat little deciduous teeth: "Thank you, Papa."

Qingqing took the bag and was about to go home.

"Wait a moment."

Fang Cheng squatted down and pointed to his own face.

Qingqing turned her little head to take a look, then hurried back and kissed Fang Cheng's cheek sweetly.

Six p.m.

After Fangcheng washed and cut the vegetables, Yang Yueyue was in charge of cooking, while Qingqing sat on the sofa, kneading the plasticine into various weird shapes with her little hands.

"Papa, what do you think this is?" Qingqing asked, pointing to a long red piece of plasticine.

Fang Cheng pretended to be stupid and shook his head, "Papa doesn't know."

"Papa is so stupid, this is a carrot."

Fang Cheng smiled, pointed to a yellow plasticine next to him and said, "Then is this a potato?"

"No, it's potatoes."

"Qingqing, a potato is a potato, and a potato is a potato."

"what?"

Qingqing obviously hasn't mastered this point of knowledge yet, and she doesn't want to know it now, so she just concentrates on playing with her plasticine.

"Papa, what do you want to eat?"