There was more than just Qiu Dacheng who was surprised. Everyone present was stunned. Qiu Dacheng was about to have a meal together and treat the "author". In fact, at this time Qiu Dacheng thought Lianxingjie was joking.

Xu Yingying said with some concern: "Let Xiaoyue take a shower and change her clothes first? You will catch a cold."

"Yes, yes, go first. Wait until later..." Qiu Dacheng glanced at Long Yuyuan standing aside and asked, "Where are you going to arrange it later?"

Long Yuyuan said: "Let Mr. Yue go to wash up first, and I will ask someone to bring him over later. I will make arrangements now."

Qiu Dacheng looked at Yue Qingyan who was already sweating all over, and quickly asked for his way, saying, "We must talk to me well later."

After Yue Qingyan and Xu Yingying left, Qiu Dacheng and the others surrounded Lianxingjie and asked about the specific situation.

"It's the author, it's really not a lie." Lian Xingjie said with a wry smile: "Find a printer, will I show you a few manuscripts?"

Lian Xingjie was quite puzzled. Yue Qingyan was really talented. Of course, writing skills were excellent, but this pistol technique? Originally, Lian Xingjie thought that he would be so good, and it would be quite interesting to take him to see the world and play tricks. But I didn’t expect that the soul-breaking gun in his hand was really a thing of a martial artist. Lian Xingjie had limited knowledge about this, but Qiu Dacheng was an expert? He didn’t see him bringing wine to others? Is this set of soul-breaking gun really that powerful?

"He participated in our company's essay contest. The judges thought he was very powerful, but they were afraid of plagiarism, so they asked him to have coffee. Then they helped to write two articles in the past few days and fill out a collection of short stories. He is really a very powerful author." Lian Xingjie didn't dare to say he died. In fact, he felt in his heart that no one in this age group is more powerful, right?

Song Mingsong greeted everyone and said, "Let's go, let's go and have tea and chat. I'll go to the side hall to have a meal together later."

When we arrived at the tea room and everyone sat down, Long Yuyuan had printed out the novel and distributed it to everyone. Not everyone was interested, but among the people present, there was a professor from the Chinese department of the university, Jin Chen. Jin Chen was a junior student here. He was in his 40s and only came to the club last year. He rarely spoke, and the main thing was to come to drink tea and read books. For Jin Chen, who had a heavy burden and great pressure from the family, the club was a rare place to rest with him. There were a few people here who got along well with him, but they had to eat and drink tea together. Jin Chen was probably the person who did not regard this club as a club, and he never brought anyone to him.

Jin Chen read "The Soul-Broken Gun" twice and carefully read "Red Rose and White Rose". "Eight Minutes of Warmth" and "Arrival" were not very interested. But these two articles alone are simply...

"What school did he graduate? What did he study?" Jin Chen asked.

"Hua Normal University...he said he was studying linguistics?" Lian Xingjie said.

"Undergraduate? Is there no linguistics in undergraduate studies? I haven't seen Chinese? "Jin Chen was extremely surprised: "At this level... I don't dare to take a postgraduate student."

"It's okay, come back and ask. How many years will you help him get a degree? Isn't it easy for you to take a high level?" Lian Xingjie said with a smile. He knew that he brought Yue Qingyan right today. Not only did he show the pistol technique, but he also made him have a good impression in front of these old guys in the clubs.

Yue Qingyan, who was taking a shower and changing clothes, was a little puzzled. He changed his clothes in one day, and the more he changed, the more advanced he changed. The club was for members to use when they were drunk or stayed here to change clothes. There were all sizes, but they only had basic styles: underwear, shirts, suits and trousers, socks, shoes, and even accessories such as ties, tie clips, cufflinks. After changing from inside to outside, Xu Yingying's eyes lit up when she walked out of the locker room.

"So you still look very good in dressing up." Xu Yingying said.

"It's so stressful. These clothes... are so expensive." Yue Qingyan smiled bitterly.

"It's okay, just go back and change it and hand it over." Xu Yingying said: "It's difficult to get into the Yuanshan Club, not because of money. But if you really want to get in, you can afford to earn 3,000 yuan a month."

Long Yuyuan calculated that time had passed. "Let's go here. The time is almost the same. Yingying is right. If it were to rely on member consumption, it would have gone bankrupt long ago. Mr. Yue, he will never leave his hands and mouth. He should practice this gun technique in the future. You can practice it with the venue here, or you need to add any equipment, just go back and tell me."

Xu Yingying: "Hey, do you call him Mr. Yue, and I call me Yingying?"

Long Yuyuan smiled and said, "I think that if nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Yue will become the youngest member of the club. I just go ahead and make it easier."

Xu Yingying was stunned. "So that..."

"I don't need to say this. You know the rules. The rules of Yuanshan Club are to recommend two members, and then interview with me, or two of the old man's secretary or two of the good friends." Long Yuyuan said: "Qiu Dacheng must be fine, and your boss will definitely help. To be honest, I was shocked when I was watching the gun technique just now. Yuanshan Club needs such talents. The old man's secretary is a literary youth, and several of them are good friends. Maybe Song Mingsong will come, so what else is there?"

Xu Yingying was stunned: "Is that simple?"

"It's not a good thing to join the club. Why do you need to set up many obstacles?" Long Yuyuan said with a smile.

"I am a novelist, so I can't do anything. I just come here to eat and drink." Yue Qingyan also said lightly.

Yue Qingyan was not in a hurry to participate in the dinner. When asked about the Soul-Breaking Spear, he still said the same thing as Xu Yingying said before.

Qiu Dacheng felt something, but he sighed more. "What kind of senior is he who can pass on your gun technique? It seems that he has passed on your gun technique because he has a good chat with you and has resonance, right?"

Yue Qingyan was stunned for a moment and said, "Maybe. Every skill has its own vitality. Only when it can be used can someone continue it. Even if martial arts are passed down from generation to generation, what can it be? Only the value of performance has no practical value. But there is no practical value. Do you live by relying on the alms of others? How can you accept such insults if you can truly achieve a certain level of skill?"

Song Mingsong smiled and said, "My friend is very open-minded. This is what I mean. I am actually very surprised that traditional Chinese medicine can survive until now."

Yue Qingyan said a little embarrassedly: "I learned the Soul-Breaking Spear myself because I was young at that time. In fact, I don't know what it is for. Now I am the same. Later, I read more and more and more, and I understand this truth."

"Then have you ever thought about what to do in the future? Keep writing novels?" Qiu Dacheng asked.

"Although I'm a newcomer, I still seem to be good at this, right?" Yue Qingyan said: "Then I will do this well. I was worried that I might not be able to support myself by writing things. Now it seems that it is OK, so I'm not so nervous."

The dinner at Yuanshan Club lasted until after 10 pm, and finally the club sent a car to take Yue Qingyan home.

When I opened the door, a figure I hadn't seen for a few days was sitting in front of Yue Qingyan's computer, eating snacks while watching the video.

Faust is here again.

"Long time no see." Faust seemed very happy: "I noticed that you have completed 5 novels. I said that after these tests, it will become more and more interesting."

Yue Qingyan scratched his head: "I thought the quota of 5 stories would take a long time, but I didn't expect that they would be used up before a month."

"So, is the reward satisfying you?" Faust said: "I found that you still cleverly combine these useless things and make your life interesting."

"Yes. I found that there are no useless skills, only useless players."

"Okay. I'm going to announce a new rule to you. Well. It's not a new rule, but an added rule. You have 10 stories and are maintaining the original reward mechanism. But each story has a limited condition. This condition is used on the story, such as fairy tales, romance stories, or more specific requirements, such as a reversal at the end, or the protagonist must die in the end. Anyway, it's a specific content requirement."

Yue Qingyan smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, this is very troublesome."

"But the reward is also considerable," said Faust. "If you can complete it, you will randomly get a prop mentioned in the book from the characters in the story. If this prop is already available, then it will not be replaced, but will increase a considerable amount for you. I hope you don't get pencils or something. Because that number is 10,000. I think you may not use ten thousand pencils in your life, right?"

"I haven't finished talking yet? What's the punishment?"

"This requirement that you have not been able to fulfill in the story will happen to people you know." Faust said with a smile: "If it is marriage, kissing, etc., then it is still very happy. But... I don't think I need to continue, right?"

"I don't know many people. There won't be many in the future." Yue Qingyan said: "Is this punishment too vicious?"

"I don't need to remind you who or what did you sign a contract with."

Yue Qingyan nodded seriously. Before writing novels and getting skills rewards, this month was so happy. As a PUjie author, how could he have such treatment? Not only did he receive attention, earn money, but he also met bigwigs with great social resources, as if he was really a winner in his life. But, how could life be so smooth? How could a person who signed a contract with a demon not pay a greater price for what he got?
Chapter completed!