These two opening chapters were written by best friends, allowing Ma Tengfei to see what it means to be gifted.

But he is not optimistic about his best friend rushing to take this path. Without a stable job and a certain amount of savings, being a full-time writer is very stressful, which affects his writing status.

What's more, the best friend's talent is not used on the edge. Just digging holes and creating suspense is not enough!

"Don't panic, quantity is king, quality is supplementary. I code very quickly, and I am a tentacle monster." Wang Zihao comforted Ma Tengfei.

Ma Tengfei was completely speechless. People say "quality is king and quantity is secondary". Why is it the other way around in your case?

After asking about the ranking list of dismounting and taking off, and then listening to the suggestions of his best friends, Wang Zihao ended the chat.

I feel confident.

Currently, the original with the highest traffic is called "Qiyue", which accounts for half of all online articles.

50% of the well-known authors in the Internet literature circle are from Qiyue.

Ma Tengfei did not suggest that Wang Zihao go to Qiyue to write a book, because that is the grave of the newcomer.

The competition is too fierce!

I'm not a newcomer, I'm one of the Five Whites. Of course Wang Zihao won't listen to his best friends.

He couldn't wait to register an account in Qiyue and open a writer's area.

After choosing a pen name several times and getting a prompt that it was occupied, Wang Zihao got angry and entered "Dongfang Bubai", but to his surprise, it was not occupied.

But he had no impulse, deleted it, and entered "Sunrise East" again.

It’s not occupied either.

Then this one is better than the first one.

Since then, the created title "Zhetian" has not been taken up. Wang Zihao is very satisfied, everything is going smoothly, and the mansion of Fengzhihao is in sight!

As for occupying the mansion together with people, Wang Zihao never thought about it.

It seems that distance and time create beauty. Liu Qianqian, whom he once regarded as a goddess and dream lover, felt mysterious when he saw her again. When he thought of his ex-girlfriend again, he was a little frightened.

His ex-girlfriend was also his goddess, didn’t she hurt him the most in the end?

"Haohao, tomorrow is Friday, won't you go to bed or go to work?" After eleven o'clock in the evening, Xu Yixin went into the study to urge Wang Zihao, who was still coding, to go to bed.

While saving the document, Wang Zihao said: "Mom, I'm on leave and I won't go to work tomorrow."

Can't say he was fired, lest my mother worry.

"That's it, then you have to go to bed early and don't stay up late all the time. Young people nowadays have a lot of hair loss, which is caused by staying up late." Xu Yixin said.

"Mom, don't scare me." Wang Zihao touched the top of his head with thick hair.

"I'm not scaring you, the young people in our company who often stay up late are mostly bald." Xu Yixin said seriously.

"I'm still young and have capital...Okay, I'll turn off the computer and go to sleep." Wang Zihao was frightened by what his mother said.

In fact, this is true. There are many problems caused by staying up late, and becoming bald is just one of them.

Five minutes later.

Just as Wang Zihao lay down and prepared to sleep, his cell phone rang.

At first glance, I saw it belonged to Liu Qianqian.

Wang Zihao was agitated. After all, he forced his luxury car to drive away without his consent. It would be a lie to say that he was not guilty at all.

"Teacher Liu, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" After answering the phone, Wang Zihao asked bravely.

"Can't sleep." Liu Qianqian over there was very depressed: "My best friend came over to my place tonight and was very drunk. Aunt Wu just went over to help me carry her back from the lake."

Wang Zihao was speechless: "Teacher Liu, your home has become a shelter for drunkards and drunken girls."

"No, lovelorn women are really scary. Double the amount of alcohol and food they eat, it will scare a person to death." Liu Qianqian had a look of horror in her eyes.

"Is your best friend broken in love?" Wang Zihao felt very close to each other, as they were both lost in the world.

"Otherwise I could let her drink like this?" Liu Qianqian said angrily: "It's all her ex-boyfriend's fault. If I see her ex-boyfriend, I will scold him to pieces."

"Has your best friend's boyfriend cheated on you?" Wang Zihao asked. It must be the case, otherwise how could Liu Qianqian's best friend drink like this?

"Well, it's really nothing. My best friend is so good, she has good looks and a good figure, and her boyfriend even cheated on her." Liu Qianqian lied straight away.

Wang Zihao was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "This kind of man deserves to be scolded. He is worse than a pig or a dog. Tell your best friend that this kind of person is not worthy of her sadness. She should feel happy and see the true face of the other person as early as possible instead of waiting until after marriage."

Liu Qianqian felt a little embarrassed. She was just "worthless" and couldn't live up to her best friend's expectations, so her best friend dumped her.

She and Wang Zihao are still scolding each other here, and her best friend’s ex-boyfriend is also quite unlucky.

"Enough fussing, she is just like you last night, unconscious," Liu Qianqian said.

It was Wang Zihao's turn to feel a little embarrassed: "Teacher Liu..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Liu Qianqian: "Don't call me Teacher Liu anymore, I haven't even taught you a few lessons."

In my senior year of high school, music classes exist in name only, and teachers from all subjects are coveting them.

Back then, Liu Qianqian's classes were often robbed, and students were let go many times when they were sick or had something to do.

"Is that called Sister Qianqian?" Wang Zihao asked.

Liu Qianqian was about to nod, but remembering what happened during the day, Wang Zihao stayed away from girls older than him and said, "Just call me Qianqian. I'm not better than you... We are the same age."

"It's better to call her Sister Qianqian. There should be order between elder and younger, and there should be distinctions between seniority and inferiority." Wang Zihao refused to be the same age as Liu Qianqian.

Liu Qianqian was angry. When she was a teenager, she always liked to be called sister.

Now, it’s not easy for her to let others call her sister.

"Where's my car? When will it be returned to me?" Liu Qianqian's face changed and she looked fierce.

"I don't want your villa or your car. As long as you give me 1.8 million, we can go our separate ways from now on, okay?" Wang Zihao said in a negotiating tone.

Liu Qianqian is annoyed, do you dislike me so much?

"I don't need a car or money. I only have this house and a saint who can't get married." Liu Qianqian said with a red face, feeling ashamed and angry.

"If I dare to take over your house, are you really willing to transfer it to me?" Wang Zihao rubbed his hands while putting the phone on speakerphone.

Liu Qianqian became even more angry. If you get me, doesn’t this house belong to you?

This little man is so irritating!

"If you dare to take it, I'll give it to you." Liu Qianqian snorted coldly.

"Okay, in a month or two, when my job has stabilized, I will go to you and ask for it." Wang Zihao said with confidence.

Liu Qianqian asked curiously: "In a month or two, will you be able to earn more than 100,000 yuan a month?"

Without a monthly income of more than 100,000 yuan, her house would be in vain and she would not be able to afford the mortgage.

As for changing hands, it is really possible that, as Wang Zihao said during the day, it may not be possible to transfer the money for several months or even years.

Nowadays, speculating in real estate is seeking death, but we just need...

How many families in the country can afford such luxury homes?

Whether you can afford it depends on fate.
Chapter completed!