"Chen Fusheng, Chen Fusheng, I would be fine if I had half of your ability."

In the study at home, He Xiao yawned, stretched, and saved the chapters he had just copied in the document storage box.

After a day of hard work and eleven hours of work, he wrote a total of 40,000 words!

No matter where this word count is placed, it will be called "tenactile monster".

But He Xiao knew that he was still far away from those real tentacle monsters with speeds of five or six thousand per hour. After all, the plot of 40,000 words was entirely thought of by his mind, and He Xiao copied the content in his mind.

So although he was satisfied, he was not complacent.

After setting up all the saved manuscripts and updating them regularly, He Xiao exited from the chapter management page, and then refreshed the homepage of the background, and saw an unread red dot in the message.

Click to see, and a message came to my eyes.

"Hello, your work has been reviewed and has met the signing standards. Please contact your editor: Xiao Mu, contact information..."

The news was very short, but He Xiao was very surprised.

Is this... signed?

He Xiao couldn't believe it. After all, Li Nan had not signed a contract for several years, so the two-percent draft rate was desperate. As soon as he entered the industry, he was brought to him by the editor the next day?

"It is worthy of being the famous "Chen Ergou" among black mobile phones, it is indeed extraordinary."

While he was happy, He Xiao could only classify his contributions in a black mobile phone, this classic urban novel.

Think about it, it’s true. After all, the author, General Manager Danui, is known as the twelve main gods in the online literature industry. If he can’t even pass the industry threshold for signing, it would be a bit ridiculous.

After taking a look at the time, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. He Xiao didn't know if the editor was sleeping. After hesitating for a while, he chose to add the contact information in the website.

Every editor has hundreds of contracted authors, so naturally he cannot expose his mobile phone number, so everyone uses an online software called "Egg Tart Communication" to chat.

This is also the hottest chat software at present. It has been launched for almost twenty years and has occupied the entire chat software market, similar to the "QQ" in black mobile phones.

Enter the number of editing Xiaomu's egg tarts, and He Xiao clicked to add it as a friend.

"Didi--"

In an instant, a message prompt sound came from the speaker. It was a message automatically released by both parties after successfully adding friends, which made He Xiao stunned.

He didn't expect that the editor had not had a rest so late, and it passed in seconds.

"Hello, is there an outline for the new book? Show me a look."

Xiao Mu not only passed by in seconds, but also sent a message instantly.

The content is very concise and goes straight to the topic, which is an occupational disease for many editors.

In the online novel industry, there are no so-called polite words such as "Is it here" when working. It is too wasteful of time. If you have something to say, you don't need any polite words.

He Xiao was stopped by Xiao Mu. Where did he have an outline? I am afraid that it is not too late to write, so I can only reply, "There is an outline, but in my mind, if you want to know, I can dictate it."

After sending it, I organized a language in my mind and pressed and held the voice key to briefly describe the general plot.

Perhaps because of sending voice messages, Xiao Mu responded very slowly this time, probably because he was listening to voice messages.

It took more than two minutes before Xiao Mu sent a new message: "Well, the plot is more perfect than I thought, by the way... why is your voice so familiar? It seems He Xiao."

Looking at the message on the screen, He Xiao was stunned again. He didn't expect that a voice would be almost guessed by someone.

He doesn't want to reveal his identity yet. After all, once he is promoted and Yaoguang Entertainment knows, he might be doing something behind his back. He has no power and power now, so he can only act in a low-key manner. When he succeeds and becomes famous, he will have confidence even if he reveals his identity.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Xiao Mu, I want to ask, is there any confidentiality regulations for our Qichen contract? I don't want my signing information to be seen."

"What? Are you a star?"

Xiao Mu sent a confusing emoticon pack of Zhang Geshen, but after complaining, he still answered He Xiao's question: "Don't worry, the contract signing is a formal thing. After mailing it, our review editor will have nothing to do after checking and stamping it. It will basically never be used in this life."

Xiao Mu is telling the truth. Although Qichen's signing rate is low, it cannot withstand the base. Two or three thousand new contracted authors join each week. The review editor will not look carefully at all. He just flips through and stamps it and throws it into the warehouse.

Moreover, most of these contracts are abolished, because few of the signed authors can continue to update, not to mention the number of people who have written to the shelves of 300,000 yuan. At least half of the people have to be cut off from these few.

There are less than 200 new authors who can reach the point where they are put on the shelves.

Persistence is not that easy, and many people die on the road.

This is how online literature is. The winner is the king. Whoever can stick to the end will stand out and become a great god.

It is precisely this cruelty that has led to the extreme of the online literature industry, and the real wealth is only in the hands of one percent of people.

The news always says that a certain platinum master has a royalty of tens of millions, but I don’t know that among the hundreds of thousands of authors in the entire industry, there are only a dozen people.

It is not that easy to become a master at the top of the pyramid, and it is at most a little more reliable than the Chinese Shuang Color Ball.

He Xiao heard Xiao Mu's answer and let down the big stone in his heart. It seemed that his chance of exposure was still very low, and everyone who would not make trouble knew it.

"Thank you, Xiao Mu, to be honest, I am indeed an artist. I don't want to reveal my identity, and I also hope that Xiao Mu can keep my secret for me." He Xiao politely responded to his editor-in-chief and confessed the facts.

"What? Are you a star?"

Xiao Mu sent another emoticon pack of Zhang Geshen pouting and said with disbelief: "Young man, you will be blacklisted by the editor~"

He Xiao:-_---

It seems that I don't believe it at all...

Yet, someone suddenly appeared saying that he was a famous star and no one would believe it.

After all, celebrities are busy with their businesses, so who would sit in front of the computer for more than ten hours a day to write online novels? This thing doesn’t make much money.

Even if you really have the idea of ​​writing a book, you will not write anonymously on the Internet, but will publish it in physical form and use your fame to drive sales.

Xiao Mu didn't want to believe it, and He Xiao had no choice.

I asked Xiao Mu about the industry and Xiao Mu went offline to rest. Before leaving, he pulled He Xiao into an official author group.

The signing of the contract will definitely not be completed so late today. We can only wait until tomorrow when the employee goes to work. At that time, there will be an editor who is specifically responsible for the signing process to come to him.

He Xiao couldn't help but feel glad that he had enough copy today, otherwise he might not be able to update it if there were too many things tomorrow.

Just when He Xiao was about to turn off the computer and go to bed, the small picture of the software in the lower right corner suddenly flashed. It was not cheese Weibo or lychee music, but egg tart chat that had not had time to go offline.

The egg tart logo flashed wildly, and He Xiao was a little hungry when he saw it. He was thinking about some Tiehanshu who was talking to him in the middle of the night, but when he opened it, he found that it was the official group that Xiao Mu had just pulled him into.

Because he just joined the group, there was news to remind everyone that everyone was welcomed.

Tear the article and take poison: @He Wanrong, welcome newbies!

Xinfeng: @He Wanrong, you who have both appearance and temperament, is it good to have a photo shoot?

Eagle fucks the chick: Newcomers send red envelopes, hurry up!

Xiao Hanhan who is struggling every day: Newcomers run away! All of this group are gay! Hurry! Wait! Take me with you!

Countless news rushed over, with a strong temperament of water pen.
Chapter completed!