It was midnight, because of Kaven, I sat in front of the computer for a day.

Just now, I ordered a takeaway.

The takeaway tastes okay, and the takeaway guy is also very enthusiastic. When he saw me writing a novel card, he gave me a few words and immediately I thought of the plot.

I asked him, "You are so powerful, why don't you write novels?"

The delivery guy smiled and showed a look of memories. He lit a cigarette and talked about the past.

"I wrote a novel before I delivered the takeaway. I missed for a year, spent all my money, owed a lot of debts, and my girlfriend broke up, and my dad wanted to break off the father-son relationship with me."

"What happened later?" I asked.

"Later, I went to send the eunuch to takeout. I paid back the money and saved the down payment for the house. I went home for the New Year and went to bed with a girl. I was going to get married this year." The delivery guy said this, his face filled with a happy smile.

"Brother." He patted my shoulder and said, "It's not enough to pay for this takeaway, right?"

I:"……"

"Hey, I know your mood, I have experienced it, and now I can search for my book at Qidian." The delivery guy sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll treat you to this takeaway. I advise you to cut it off as soon as possible."

"The ratio of collection and subscription to your book is so low that even if you write it for another 2 million, not many people will read it. And according to the recommendation rules of the website, there will be no recommendations for such trash results."

"Don't look at how many people support you, in fact, the fewer people you scold, the more you curse, the better your grades are."

Me: "...but I still want to persist."

"Still persevere?" The delivery guy cursed me ruthlessly, "You can eat takeout today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow? I can't write a meal all day long. If I were you, I wouldn't have the shame to write again!"

"Let me leave a phone number. For the sake of being a fellow traveler, if you have no food to eat, come to me, book you an electric car, and follow me to deliver takeout to make a fortune! Don't write this flop again!"

"I listen to my advice, I am a veteran!"

"But……"

"But that's a big deal!" Seeing that I was obsessed with it, the delivery guy reached out and smashed my computer.

"Pujiezi, I told you not to write anymore!" he shouted, leaving a business card, "Come to me tomorrow, and the computer money will be deducted from your salary!"

...

I was the author who said that the takeaway was delivered. I smashed his computer, which I sent on my behalf. His grades were too poor. He couldn't afford a piece of green pepper shredded pork rice for a day. After cutting it off, don't blame him. If you want to blame him, blame me. He also said thank you for your support.
Chapter completed!