Metropolis: I Have a Life Reset Simulator

Whispering in his heart, Wei Ziqi temporarily narrowed down the document, and replied on the chat software: "...are you here, is there something wrong?"

Wei Ziqi also knew why the editor was so nervous about him.

Everyone is not a fool, especially the other party is still mixed in this line of work, how could they fail to see the value of Wei Ziqi's "Notes on Touching Gold".

Wei Ziqi, who studies economics, understands that those who have resources will always take the initiative.

Between myself and this editor named Su Wei, I am the one who has the initiative.

After all, the other party is only a part-time employee of the company, not an important person. If I have a conflict with him, more than [-]% of the company will support me.

Because Wei Ziqi can bring benefits and benefits to the company, capital always seeks profit, and this is also the negligence of the editor.

Therefore, Wei Ziqi can be cold if he wants to be cold, and warm if he wants to be enthusiastic. He can do whatever he wants.

Thinking of this, Wei Ziqi suddenly had a vague idea.

Maybe this is what I'm after?

There is no need to compromise with others, no need to be subject to so many shackles, no need to look at the face of the leader after entering the society.

Nor will I miss many good things in life because of my incompetence, lack of money, or lack of ability.

In the past, it was very difficult for me to do this, but now that I have reset the simulator in my life, I have the possibility of such freedom.

Of course, even if someone resets the simulator in his life, he must use it wisely and proceed cautiously step by step.

Su Wei: "Young Master Wei, I have good news for you. The editor-in-chief of your book has already held a meeting and said that resources should be prioritized."

"...And this book is very suitable for publication. The editor-in-chief is also in contact with the publishing house. Just write the book well, don't worry about it so much."

Wei Ziqi: "Yes, I see, thank you."

Is this gone? !

Su Wei, who was at the company's workstation, scratched his head.

This buddy is too aloof, although the call is just a text, but this thank you is really insincere!

Su Wei was depressed, but what could he do? This year's year-end bonus depends on this master, and he still has to pay for it.

He considered the sentence for a while, and typed carefully: "Young Master Wei, do you have any plans or an outline for the next plot?"

"...This book is now very popular, and it ranks at the top of all the lists on the website."

"Besides, book publishing is different from writing books on the Internet. You can't be so casual. The paper of the book is limited, and sometimes you even have to chew on words."

"...I have some experience in this line of work. If you encounter a bottleneck, you can discuss it with me. Don't write indiscriminately."

"Even if I don't have the ability, there are quite a few capable people in the company, so I can ask for you."

Su Wei asked cautiously. He had never met Wei Ziqi before, so he didn't know his personality.

But judging from the feeling that the other party always typed very few words in chat, it should be a very cold person, or even a person who doesn't like to talk.

In fact, the deep meaning of his words is to remind Wei Ziqi not to write indiscriminately, and ruin the good start.

It is not uncommon in this industry that the author writes hotly in the early stage, but suddenly for some reason, the author abandons himself and writes scribbles.

Wei Ziqi, who has received nine years of compulsory education and has a good score in Chinese, can certainly see Su Wei's deep meaning.

The reason why he gives people a cold feeling is mainly because of time constraints. He spends most of his time typing every day, and has no time to chat with people at all.

After thinking about it, Wei Ziqi opened the computer file and sent all the text he had coded before to Su Wei.

Wei Ziqi: "...This is my manuscript, please help me find out what's wrong."

When Su Wei received Wei Ziqi's document and saw that there were nearly 20 words of manuscripts in it, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Son Niu X!! I won't bother you with your code, I'll review it for you!"

Su Wei suddenly felt that he had become an editor of a traditional publishing house and had to start proofreading manuscripts.

At the same time, he was also relieved. After all, there were so many manuscripts on file. If there were any problems with Wei Ziqi's later writing, he could point them out.

It can be said that the popularity of this book has stabilized, and his year-end award this year has also stabilized!

Wei Ziqi also ignored Su Wei.

He opened the webpage and saw that his book "Notes on Touching Gold" was at the top of the list of hits and flowers.

Seeing a bunch of people in the book review discussing the plot enthusiastically and frantically urging updates, his mood also improved a lot.

Although for Wei Ziqi, this book is mainly to earn principal, he doesn't care whether it can be published or whether it can develop follow-up IP.

But after all, this is a story that he worked so hard to write. He was also happy to see so many people supporting him.

"Tomorrow this book should be on the shelves and generate income. The money is what I value most... Even if it can be published, it will probably take a few months to wait for the money to be in hand. By then, the day lily will be cold."

Wei Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that his life was finally on the right track.

When this book generates income, it is the moment of his rise in life.

Chapter 9 There are still many local tyrants!

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wei Ziqi ran around the community twice, accompanied by the BGM of the square dancers.

Wu City at the end of July is already very hot, especially in the south where the weather is not only hot, but mainly stuffy. Wei Ziqi doesn't like the feeling of sticky sweat after walking a few steps.

But even so, he still chooses to run and exercise at night.

Without him, the main reason is that the [-] codewords per day made him feel a little mentally disturbed.

If things go on like this, before my dream of being an idle rich man has come true, I have to go to the hospital to see a psychiatrist first.

It was precisely because he was afraid that he would suddenly die suddenly one day while typing like this, that Wei Ziqi had the idea of ​​exercising.

There is no way, if he dies suddenly because of this, he will definitely be laughed to death by many systematic seniors.

"Five kilometers, 26 minutes, not bad, try to work harder tomorrow, run three 10 minutes."

Wiping the sweat stains on his forehead, Wei Ziqi panted and took out his mobile phone to look at the downloaded exercise app, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Xiao Wei, are you exercising?"

After finishing the run, he walked around again, and Wei Ziqi, who was about to go home, heard the shouts of a middle-aged aunt.

"Aunt Chen."

"...Yeah, I just finished exercising and I'm getting ready to go back."

Seeing that it was his neighbor from the same building who had just finished dancing, Wei Ziqi hurriedly greeted him.

As a neighbor in the new community, I generally don't have the feeling of neighbors in the past.

However, when Wei Ziqi was in school, his mother often came here to help him clean the house, and the two middle-aged women got acquainted.

Wei Ziqi also got to know the Aunt Chen's family.

"Exercise more, your health will be better, and you will be less sick... Do you want to go dancing with your aunt at night?"

Aunt Chen, in her 40s, said enthusiastically.

"No, no, I'll go for a run."

Wei Ziqi waved his hands quickly.

Let’s forget about square dancing. When I’m 60 or [-], it’s not too late to dance square dancing to hook up with those middle-aged and elderly women.

"Has Xiao Wei found a girlfriend yet?"

Aunt Chen wasn't really planning to invite Wei Ziqi to dance in the square dance, so she asked with a smile at this time.

Upon hearing one of the elder's three questions, Wei Ziqi's scalp felt numb, and he quickly covered his stomach and said, "...Aunt Chen, my stomach hurts from running just now, so I have to go back and squat in a hole."

"...Next time I have time, I will visit your house."

After finishing speaking, Wei Ziqi showed an unbearable expression, and ran two quick steps in 'pain'.

After entering the unit door, Wei Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief.

Think about it with your ass, if a woman in her 40s asks you this question, she wants to introduce you to a girlfriend.

As for whom to introduce, that is the aunt's own daughter.

But how should I put it, Aunt Chen's daughter, Wei Ziqi, has also seen it. It can't be said to be ugly, but... anyway, it doesn't meet Wei Ziqi's aesthetics.

Although Wu City is not a small place, a person who can be admitted to the 211 University of the Imperial Capital is also a favorite.

When Wei Ziqi was admitted to university that year, his parents threw a big banquet and feasted everywhere, which can be seen.

After escaping from his aunt, Wei Ziqi returned home and took a shower to wash off his stinky sweat.

Tonight was considered to be a very important night, his book "Mo Jin Xiaowei" was finally going to be on the shelves to make money.

Although from various statistics, especially the book review section, it can be seen that the results after it was put on the shelves are definitely not bad, Wei Ziqi is also full of confidence.

But even so, he was still a little apprehensive.

After all, this involves his next plan.

If I don't have any greater pursuits, after this plan is completed, I will really have no worries about food and clothing and financial freedom for the rest of my life.

This is a lifelong event comparable to getting married, so of course Wei Ziqi would be a little nervous.

Nowadays, the field of online literature is not completely saturated, but the polarization of online writers is serious.

Those top writers can easily earn tens of millions a year, while those bottom writers can barely make ends meet by eating instant noodles every day.

Wei Ziqi didn't intend to continue in this business, he just wanted to make a quick buck.

He is an absolute newcomer in this industry, without any other works.

But the only advantage of this industry with low barriers to entry is that as long as you have the ability, it is not difficult to get ahead.

Wei Ziqi doesn't expect much from himself, as long as he can earn hundreds of thousands this month, he can invest those hundreds of thousands in the capital market.

It's impossible to stir up wind and rain, and the money is too little, but he can also use the money to earn himself a huge sum of money that most people can't see in their lifetime.

Of course, the more the principal, the better, so that the operability is strong.

Wei Ziqi didn't have any interest in coding tonight, and the time to put it on the shelves was set at twelve o'clock.

The manuscript has also been prepared, and the manuscript will be sent out when the time comes.

Next, continue to be the donkey of the production team. Even if you use the amount, you have to improve your performance.

Just when Wei Ziqi was taking a rare break after getting the Life Rebirth Simulator, and was casually watching videos on the Internet, a notification sound came from his WeChat.

Picking up the phone, it was a voice call request from my mother.

Wei Ziqi's mother has been using this feature ever since she learned that using WIFI to make voice calls saves money.

It can only be said that the elders have an unimaginable obsession with modern young people when it comes to saving money.

"mom!"

After pressing the connect button, Wei Ziqi yelled.

"What are you doing, Ziqi?"

The mother's voice came from the phone.

"Didn't I tell you before that I was going to write some novels at home this summer vacation and wanted to make some money by myself. I'm writing a book now."

Wei Ziqi paused the video he was watching on the webpage, and concentrated on chatting with his mother.

"You are still a student, don't tire yourself out, it doesn't matter if you make money or not."

In the eyes of parents, students should study hard and not think about those messy things.

"I'm going to be a senior at the beginning of school, and I have to find a job next year. I'm not considered a student anymore, and I should also think about making money."

When Wei's mother heard this, she also agreed: "...It's good for you to have such an idea. Are you going to take the postgraduate entrance examination after graduating from senior year?"

"...It's not difficult at home. I don't ask you to go to work. Your father and I have also discussed this matter."

Wei Ziqi was ambiguous when he heard the words: "...let's talk about it."

Wei Ziqi did have this idea in the past, but now that there are life reset simulators, what research is there?

As long as he gets the job done, he doesn't need to work anymore.

"Mom, why are you calling me?"

"Hey, I forgot about your interruption. Your aunt's family is going to bring your cousin to Wu City to play. Let me tell you."

Hearing his mother's words, Wei Ziqi just thought of his cousin with a round face, although not very beautiful, but also very attractive, mainly because she was a little annoying, he said with a headache: