I have to teach the world a lesson

The night is getting darker.

The smell of cigarette smoke in the Internet cafe became stronger and stronger, a bit choking.

The network administrator told the person in front of him several times, and even threatened to take off the computer at one point, but the young man in front of him still refused to change his ways.

The helpless network administrator stopped taking care of it, and over time, more and more people smoked.

After Zhang Sheng uploaded the latest chapter of "Breaking the Sky", he looked at the background.

The collection has exceeded 5,500, and the number of words has reached 150,000. Today, more than 200 recommendation votes have been added, reaching 4,020...

The backstage was still empty.

After Zhang Sheng read it for a while, he looked at the new book list again.

The situation is not optimistic.

"Breaking the Sky", which was about to reach the top six, was crushed to the thirteenth place by other new books...

The position of thirteenth on the Newcomers and New Books list will obviously not bring much exposure, not to mention the day when "Breaking the Sky" is about to be removed from the list.

Zhang Sheng simply scanned the new books and soon discovered that the new book data of several books were extremely abnormal...

These books are either recommended or based on data.

When Zhang Sheng saw this scene, he didn't feel angry, and his mood didn't even change at all.

This is normal. At the bottom, there are too many people who want to become famous with one book and want to take shortcuts. How about saying that it is difficult for newcomers to get along and get ahead?

Zhang Sheng glanced at the comment area again.

I found that in addition to good reviews and negative reviews, there are also some brush advertisements in the comment area.

[Brother, you wrote this book really well, but you need data management, so immersing yourself in writing a book is not enough. In fact, many books are run by us, and it only costs a few hundred yuan to get you on the list]

[I've read this book "Breaking the Sphere", it really has the potential to become a god...]

[Brother, everyone is swiping now, and you have reached seventh place by relying on your own strength. Are you willing to be swiped down? 】

[Brother, don’t be burdened. Many great masters are really doing it. Now you can’t even sign a contract. Do you really think your writing is not good enough? No, it’s because you didn’t swipe to the front and the editor couldn’t see it. How many books does an editor read in a day? How could he notice you? 】

【……】

Not long after Zhang Sheng deleted these brush ads, Zhang Sheng received several more @private messages.

After clicking on the private message, Zhang Sheng realized that someone was looking for him.

After a brief chat, he saw that the brush was regretting his book "Breaking the Sky", and he secretly hoped that he would spend some money to run it.

Zhang Sheng looked at the other party's poor acting skills, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and then he stopped talking.

He writes books to make money, but damn, spending money to operate data before making money is definitely not a good sign.

Moreover, this book...

Probably failed.

Clicking on the backend, Zhang Sheng took one last look at the [Apply for Contract] button.

He thought for a moment and clicked again.

But I didn't have much hope in my heart.

I don’t know how many times I have applied for this, and Zhang Sheng even thought that this thing was just a decoration...

After applying for the contract, Zhang Sheng stood up from the smoke-filled Internet cafe and looked at the time...

There is still more than an hour before I go to bed in the dormitory. In this more than an hour, I have just enough time to write a chapter and go back.

After a brief exercise, Zhang Sheng continued to sit in his seat and began to write.

Maybe this book is a tragedy.

Maybe these days of hard work will be worthless in the end, and you will get nothing, and you will be charged a lot of Internet fees.

Maybe, no editor will read it, let alone care how long the book is...

But this is an accumulation.

Accumulating writing skills and writing experience is also a way of accumulating readers.

Although this process is very bumpy and bumpy...

He will succeed!

Otherwise, success would be too easy and not exciting, right?

nine thirty.

There was still half an hour left before lights-out time in the dormitory, and Zhang Sheng finally finished writing a chapter.

He stretched and stored this chapter in the manuscript box backstage. He originally planned to exit, but found that there seemed to be a message in the manuscript box.

[Dear writer, hello. 】

[The work you created: "Breaking the Sky" has been reviewed by our professional editorial team and has reached the signing standards of the "Wenyue Group Works Cooperation Authorization Agreement". 】

【……】

After seeing this message, Zhang Sheng was stunned, and then stared at the page for a long time.

Finally, he smiled.

I boarded QGou, added this editor account named "Qilin", and added my author name "Biye".

Unexpectedly, it passed quickly.

When Zhang Sheng wanted to send something, he found that "Qilin" had sent him a message first.

"Actually, I have been paying attention to this book for a long time..."

…………………………

Outside the Internet cafe.

Starry.

Zhang Sheng put his pockets in his pocket and walked back to the dormitory.

Along the way, Zhang Sheng saw young men and women wearing bright clothes, and also saw several sports cars with girls on the street.

In Yanjing, a big city that spends as much money as money, all this is very normal.

Zhang Sheng looked very calm.

When I didn't sign a contract, I wrote as always, insisted on applying for a contract as always, and then was rejected as always.

New book signed...

So the contract was signed.

It seems that life has not changed much.

In the bustling city, Zhang Sheng pushed up his glasses and poured into the crowd. In the turbulent crowd, he felt like a grain of sand that no one cared about, blown away by the wind.

"Classmate, classmate!"

When he walked into the school gate, Zhang Sheng suddenly saw someone calling him.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw the president of the student union, Chen Mengting, running towards him panting.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

"Classmate, I have been looking for you for a long time..."

"ah?"

"Classmate, are you interested in joining the student union?"

"Sorry, senior, I'm not interested." Zhang Sheng smiled gently, then shook his head.

"Classmate, joining the student union is very meaningful. Classmate, did you know? The honor of outstanding student cadres and outstanding league members. Our student union has recommendation quotas and bonus points for recommendation. If you have a position in the student union, you will be an outstanding graduate in the future. There are also options for extra points. I believe you should know that many companies attach great importance to students’ abilities, especially students with student union resumes. They are all..."

Zhang Sheng watched Chen Mengting ramble on for a long time on the phone, with a gentle smile on his face: "Sister, forget it, these are meaningless to me..."

"Classmate, why doesn't it make sense? Classmate, I think you are an ordinary person with an ordinary family background like me. Aren't we ordinary people who go to college just to find a job and get ahead? I have been observing you today. , I think you need a platform, a platform to better express yourself, classmate, I can even recommend a quota for freshmen representatives to the teachers..."

"..."

Chen Mengting continued to talk.

Zhang Sheng looked at Chen Mengting with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a trace of curvature.

"Senior sister...are you graduating soon?"

"Yeah, I'm about to graduate, what's wrong?"

"Have you ever thought about doing a job?"

"Maybe I will be engaged in management work related to behind the scenes of film and television. After all, this is my major, and my dream...wait, why am I talking to you about this, classmate, please think about it..."

"Oh, that's good. Senior sister, please give me your contact information..."

"Well, okay, I'll give you my number. If you figure it out, call me anytime. Classmate, I really appreciate your personal abilities. By the way, classmate, what's your number? I also have it. one time……"

"I don't have a number?"

"Ah? Classmate, don't lie to me. I asked the people at Telecom today. You have brought in so much business for them, and they have already given you a mobile phone for free..."

"Yes, but I don't have a mobile phone card..."

"Um? Why don't you have a mobile phone card?"

"It can't be done for the time being. Okay, senior sister, you go and do your work first."

"Okay, okay, call me anytime!"

"OK."

After Chen Mengting finished speaking, she led a group of student union members and walked towards the girls' dormitory.

Zhang Sheng looked at Chen Mengting's back and narrowed his eyes.

Film and television behind-the-scenes related work, what kind of job is this?

Film and television?

It sounds like there is something going on...

An idea about a movie suddenly appeared in his mind.