Metropolis: I Have a Life Reset Simulator

What he regretted was the life of this poor female writer.

In fact, with her writing style, as long as she compromises a little, follow the market and write books and plots that everyone loves to read.

I dare not say that she can become those well-known writers, but it is definitely not difficult to earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.

Her writing is at least worth the money.

But it's a pity that because of her childhood experience, she has a stubborn personality.

After her failure in writing, her stubbornness made her unable to adapt to the market, and she always felt that she could succeed, so she tried again and again.

And going against the preferences of the market and the audience will inevitably end in another failure.

Coupled with the external pressure of the family, under the vicious circle, she finally ended her life in pain.

"The bottom line is the psychological problems brought about by childhood."

"...The negligence of the parents, the negligence of the teacher, and the malice of the child have shaped such a miserable life."

"No wonder rich people always want to send their children to good schools, preferably international private schools. Teachers in those schools dare not and will not make such a mistake."

Wei Ziqi's thinking diverged, and he thought of education issues.

He shook his head hastily, this is not what he wants to think about now.

Now that my pockets are cleaner than my face, it is important to make money first.

Gather your mind and start coding.

Lines of beautiful words appeared in the computer documents in the keyboard he was typing.

After coding [-] characters, he opened the largest novel website Tengfei Novel.com, quickly registered an author account, and sent out the [-] characters.

Then leave it alone and continue to code crazily.

He only has one month, and he must work harder to succeed!

This month, I am the donkey of the production team!

Chapter 7 The donkeys of the production team are not as good as you X

Shencheng, the headquarters of Tengfei Fiction Network.

As usual, Su Wei walked into the company with a cup of M's coffee and a hamburger, ready to finish his breakfast while working.

His position is editor, and he is responsible for the supernatural category on the website.

Just came to his workstation and sat down to take a sip of coffee. Before touching the hamburger, another editor not far from him turned around his desk and yelled at him enviously:

"...Su Wei, one of your authors has been making a big fuss recently, and the editor-in-chief was alarmed."

Su Wei put down the hamburger that had just been unpacked, suppressed his excitement when he heard the words, and pretended not to care, and said, "...you mean 'Mr. Wei'?"

"Wei Ziqi" is Wei Ziqi's pen name, because the name "Wei Ziqi" given to him by his parents is very old-fashioned, and some familiar friends call him this in a joking manner.

"Yes, it's Mr. Wei. This is simply an animal. The donkeys in the production team are not as good as him. This update speed is directly up to the sky!"

"...And with such a fast update speed and this quality, it's just a natural for this job."

Another editor said 'tsk tsk' in a loud voice: "...Hey, Su Wei, do you think this Mr. Wei has finished writing in advance, and then publishes [-] words every day?"

Su Wei shook his head and said, "...No, you've read the book Liu Chang, and the writing is old-fashioned, and it looks like a veteran. This account looks like a trumpet."

"... Veterans in the industry know that it is absolutely impossible to write so many manuscripts in advance and then send them out. No one knows whether their book will hit the market."

"If it really hit the street, it would be a waste of saving manuscripts, and it would also consume a lot of energy."

As an editor, Liu Chang of course knew this, he just said it casually, and even sighed after hearing the words:

"...Then this person is even better. To be honest, with this style of writing, you can write traditional literature, but writing online novels is simply inferior."

Su Wei turned on the company computer, took a bite of the hamburger and said, "...Traditional literature is hard to make money now."

"That's true. Those traditional literary works are really hard to sell in this day and age."

Liu Chang nodded in agreement, and then enviously said: "... Su Wei, you are so lucky to have picked up the treasure. This "Notes on Touching Gold" is really fascinating."

"...Last night I saw that I didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the morning, and I'm still not satisfied. If it wasn't for going to work, I would have stayed up all night. However, Mr. Wei is also very good, so there is no need to remind me to change at all. This speed is enough to fill my stomach."

"If you can maintain this quality and write so fast, I don't think you can find another one in the industry. A bunch of people in the company are envious of you."

As editors in the industry, Su Wei and Liu Chang certainly know that coding is painful.

An author who codes [-] words a day is already driving people crazy, but in order to code so many words, the quality will inevitably decline.

It's unbelievable that this Mr. Wei can not only maintain such a fast update speed, but also maintain such a high quality, and the plot is seamless.

Even if you take a book and copy [-] codewords a day, you will be exhausted.

"Hey, I don't know what the future will look like. The previous ones are well written, and there are many books that start to stretch in the mid-term. Let's see the situation first."

"...The supernatural category is very cold. I've been working for so long, and I just came across such a hot item. It's not like the fantasy category you care about. That's where you can make money."

Even so, judging from Su Wei's suppressed excited expression, he can tell how excited he is now.

The supernatural category really doesn't make much money, and the few well-written authors in this category have already been taken care of by other editors.

As a newcomer who has only been in the company for a few months, it is naturally impossible for Su Wei to be assigned the responsibility of some well-known author.

That is to say, Mr. Wei is a registered new account, and he was randomly assigned to be in charge. Who would have thought that he would come across such a phenomenal work.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to say that Xuanhuan was okay two years ago, it has long since fallen."

"...Don't be modest, we are all in this business, can't you see it? Seriously, just such an unexpected subject as tomb robbery can bring its own topic."

"Besides, Mr. Wei's ability is already here. The characters of the novel are all set up, and the theme is novel. As long as the plot written in the future is not stupid, it will definitely explode."

"...Looking at the comments and votes, you can see how popular this book is now. Let me tell you, Su Wei, you have to treat me to a meal after you send out the bonus."

Liu Chang cursed with a smile, and pushed Su Wei.

"sure."

Su Wei finally couldn't help showing a smile.

"I just heard the news today, let me tell you."

Liu Chang approached Su Wei and whispered in his ear: "...The editor-in-chief has already gone to the publishing house. This book is very suitable for physical publication by the publishing house."

"...The higher ups are also waiting and watching. As long as there is no major problem with the writing of this book in the future, they are going to spend resources to vigorously promote it and let it go out of the circle."

"When Mr. Wei publishes another article in the future, you'd better review the manuscript like an editor in a traditional publishing house, so that there will be no problems."

Everyone is in the mixed editing line, and the basic ability is there.

For this "Notes on Touching Gold", anyone can see that it is really suitable for creating IP.

Especially since this topic has its own topic, as long as a little resources are poured into promotion, it will definitely be able to go out of the circle and bring huge traffic.

"I know."

Su Wei nodded with a serious face and thanked Liu Chang.

He knew that Liu Chang was reminding him not to make mistakes.

If this book can go out of the circle and become a big IP, his commission and income as an editor will definitely be indispensable.

There are too many jealous people in the company, but they can't find Su Wei's fault for the time being, and there is no excuse to take away the opportunity.

The social relationship is complicated, and Liu Chang, as a colleague, can talk to him so much, and Su Wei is also very grateful.

"The author of this book is really delicate in writing, it can't be a female author."

Liu Chang opened his computer browser at this time, and first prepared to watch the news for a while while working.

Except for college students who have just graduated and entered the society, they may work hard all day long, and old fritters like Liu Chang will not act like fools and risk their lives to make money for capitalists.

"It's not a female author, it's a male author, and he's a college student. I talked to him before, and it seems that he is from Didu Finance and Economics. He just took advantage of the holidays to write books for fun."

Su Wei shook his head and said.

"Didu Finance and Economics? 211 colleges, they still write books for fun. These top academics are really crazy, and I'm convinced. If you want to blame it, it's because you didn't study hard back then."

Liu Chang showed a look of admiration.

Among other things, even if this book can't get out of the circle, just because of its current popularity, it is estimated that a book can easily earn several million.

If you can get out of the circle and expand your IP, you may earn tens of millions or even hundreds of millions in the future, and you don’t have to worry about it in this life.

Leaving aside the exaggerated figures of tens of millions, just a few million, these working-class people don't know how many years they will earn.

Even many people will not earn it in their entire lives.

The two continued to chat with each other, until they saw someone walking around in the company, and the two immediately shut up and pretended to work hard.

Su Wei opened Penguin Chat, and carefully typed: "... Mr. Wei, are you there?"

After the text, he also sent a cute emoji.

There's no way, he has to coax the benefactor's father who may bring him a lot of income.

Chapter 8

Wei Ziqi sat in front of the computer with black eyes, inexplicably wanting to smoke a cigarette.

MD, this is too tiring!

Rubbing his sore wrist, Wei Ziqi sighed.

Typing [-] words a day is really fatal, and this is on the premise that he hardly needs to think too much about the plot, and can instinctively write with high-quality writing.

If it is those authors who need to use their brains to think about the plot and writing style every day, just thinking about living such a life every day will feel painful.

After more than a week of crazy coding, the average daily coding is 50, and Wei Ziqi has written almost [-] words by now.

But he is not stupid, instead of posting all [-] words of content every day, he only posts [-] words.

In this case, if the 150 million words are completed in one month, how can he send the book until next month.

If it weren't for the urgent time, Wei Ziqi would actually like to update 150 words every day, and write him [-] million words for half a year.

But now is the time when he needs capital, so he can only use high-quantity and high-quality documents to earn enough funds in the first month as much as possible.

"This kind of life is too long, it's not strange to have tenosynovitis or sudden death."

Wei Ziqi, who was rubbing his wrist, shook his head.

But I thought that as long as I persisted for a month, I would be able to use the life of the asset management boss to grab more money.

It is even possible to have direct financial self-reliance, and Wei Ziqi immediately regained his motivation.

He doesn't have much ambition for the time being, his only goal is to be rich, and it is enough to live a life of a superior person.

Who doesn't expect a life of spending money like water?

"This damn money-worshiping society!"

Wei Ziqi clicked his tongue, rubbed his head, and got ready for today's work.

"Dididi———"

Hearing the voice of the chat software on the computer, Wei Ziqi frowned.

Although he didn't look at it, he knew who sent the message.

Nothing more than that editor.

Wei Ziqi is usually quite homely, and hardly chats with people online.

Although a few groups have been added, they are all blowing B groups of online sand sculptures.

In addition to posting some weird news, it is also engaged in pornographic use. Whoever posts a pornographic picture, then a group of people go to ask for resources.

These groups must be banned!

In Wei Ziqi's mind, it is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself. There are so many resources on the Internet, so why stick to that small group.

Ahem, although some rare resources often appear in that group, Wei Ziqi will have the cheek to ask for links.

"Young Master Wei, are you there?"

Looking at the message sent by the cartoon avatar, it gives people a very humble feeling.

Looking at the cute emoji behind this sentence, the corner of Wei Ziqi's mouth twitched.

You said it would be fine if you were a beauty editor, and I'll spend some time chatting with you.

Why do you, a big man, come to harass me every day and affect my coding time!