super creative master

Chapter 3 The First Step

At five o'clock the next day, the good alarm clock rang tirelessly. Li Minghui, who was woken up, looked at his phone and found that it was already five o'clock. He woke up suddenly, got up, dressed, washed his face and brushed his teeth After 10 minutes, I hurriedly ate a steamed bun, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and hurried out.

Because good jobs are hard to find, Li Minghui in this world has to do a job called urban beautician, which is simply a cleaner.

As we all know, the work of cleaners is always dedicated silently when no one is around, and Li Minghui is even more difficult. He is not an official employee of the Environmental Bureau, but a temporary worker, and he is not hired by the Environmental Bureau. "Real" cleaners with connections and career establishments are hired, but fortunately, the salary is not too low. Li Minghui has been working for a year, and he is considered an acquaintance, adding 3000 yuan.

What can you do with 3000 yuan in the imperial capital? If you want to live in a high-rise, don’t even think about it. Li Minghui can’t afford the rent of at least [-] yuan a month, even if he doesn’t eat or drink, and he can only rent an underground apartment. That's a small basement.

And even so, with one month's water and electricity bills down, Li Minghui would still have to spend [-] oceans for a residence of less than ten square meters!

It took a little over an hour to arrive at the designated cleaning area at [-]:[-]. Li Minghui finally cleaned the area he was in charge of before [-]:[-] and wiped the sweat from his forehead. ran back to the basement.

The task in the morning is considered complete. Just when Li Minghui was thinking that he could finally use the creative software again, suddenly "Master, the call is coming, the master is calling" a specially set cell phone ringing, and Li Minghui knew that it was the owner of his own world. Lost friend Zhang Wei.

Thinking of Zhang Wei, Li Minghui felt unusually familiar, not at all strange, as if he was the original person in this world.

Zhang Wei is the roommate and college classmate who, like a fool, plunged into the big dye tank of the imperial capital with the dream of a beautiful imperial capital together with Li Minghui.

The two came to the Imperial Capital together for a year, and Zhang Wei was doing this job with a monthly salary of 3000 yuan, while Zhang Wei, relying on his stature and good looks, got mixed up with the promising job of a security guard. Zhang Wei, who is probably an old security guard, is also a security team leader. He is not an official, but at least he can receive a monthly salary of [-] yuan.

"Old Wuer, why did you answer my brother's call, I don't want to live anymore!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhang Wei's loud voice came out from the microphone.

"Hey, Boss, it's not like you don't know, my job is hard work, unlike you, you can still have a good night's sleep!"

Li Minghui complained.

"Okay, Xiao Wuer, tonight your baby has made money, brother has dated two girls, tonight at the same place, brother treats you to dinner!"

Zhang Wei smiled wretchedly.

"Okay, if you don't go to the local tyrants for a treat, I'm stupid, see you tonight!"

Li Minghui laughed a few words, then hung up the phone and shook his head.

Zhang Wei, the boss of Li Minghui's university dormitory, is a standard moonlight family. Li Minghui can't figure it out. How did he become like this when he just entered the university? There was no other way, we still had to catch up on the game at night, so maybe Zhang Wei could spend less.

Looking at the time, it was only seven o'clock, and Li Minghui thought excitedly: "Well, now I can use the creative software to code for a while!"

Li Minghui's work is not too tiring, the key is to take up time, like cleaning in the morning, you can rest, but you have to clean again at ten o'clock, and take a nap at noon, and have to sweep again at two o'clock One time, and then after six o'clock, continue to go, the total time spent in a day is only about four hours, less than five hours, but after these four times, I don't have the mind to do other things at all, and I can't even do odd jobs. .

But now there are three hours, it can be said that Li Minghui is able to type.

Without opening the creative software, Li Minghui first considered the plot of Zhu Xian, but Li Minghui found sadly that he was unable to express the plot of Zhu Xian at all!
"Ugh!"

Li Minghui sighed and lamented that he didn't have any talent for writing novels. Although the plots of the Jade Dynasty classics were all in his mind, they couldn't express them in words.

However, Li Minghui is not discouraged. What if he has no writing talent himself, as long as he has creative software, then he can become the top writing genius. The classic works of his previous life must be even more classic!
Then Li Minghui thought about it, no longer hesitated, the thought power in his mind immediately opened the creation software, the novel Xiaoxiang, and when he recalled the plot of Zhu Xian again, Li Minghui only felt countless inspirations , Countless ideas popped out of Li Minghui's mind, as long as he thought, they could be transformed into words one by one.

A classic Jade Immortal world, with countless wonderful words, was displayed in Li Minghui's imagination, but when Li Minghui was completely immersed in the construction of this world, he suddenly woke up with a headache.

"Ugh!"

Sighing secretly, Li Minghui realized that his brain power was not even as good as that of the children in the super science fiction world. The text comes, but it can only exist for a mere two hours.

"Take your time now, your brain power will improve sooner or later!"

Li Minghui didn't care about it, turned on the computer, and slowly input the outline of the story of Zhu Xian that he imagined into the computer. Fortunately, although he is not in that magical state of talent now, but because at that time, it was directly in his mind Therefore, for the outline, Li Minghui's memory is still very deep and he will not forget it in a short time.

After writing for about forty minutes, Li Minghui looked at the written records on the word, and only recorded the outline of a thousand words. With a sigh, Li Minghui saved the outline, then turned off the computer, and continued to rush to the work area .

Wearing a mask and fully armed, Li Minghui, who has been working for more than a year, does not feel ashamed. Under the gazes of countless old men and women, he cleans as if no one else is around.

This job has been done a lot, and practice makes perfect. At this time, Li Minghui was sweeping the floor, but at the same time, he was resting with his head empty, recovering his mental power.

Just like that, an hour later, Li Minghui finally finished cleaning, checked and checked, the cleaning was very clean, then Li Minghui returned to the basement calmly, took off his clothes, fetched water to wash himself, Then throw the slightly dirty clothes into the basin.

Taking out a clean set and putting it on again, Li Minghui excitedly turned on the computer again, recalling the plots of Zhu Xian in his mind, and recorded them one by one. It took another four or ten minutes to record about one thousand and one Baizi, Li Minghui looked at the time, it was already 10:[-], he washed his hands and started cooking.

After drifting in the imperial capital for more than a year, Li Minghui has grown a lot. At least cooking is not a problem for him, and because he has a tricky appetite and is not used to eating in the imperial capital, Li Minghui almost always cooks by himself, and the speed is obvious. not slow.

As a native of the Northwest, Li Minghui loves pasta the most, so after washing his hands, wiped the small chopping board, shook a small bowl of dry flour, poured it into the basin, then sprinkled salt, poured water into the basin with his left hand, and slowly poured water into the basin with his right hand. Stir it up, wait until the flour condenses, Li Minghui immediately stops pouring water, and kneads the dough with his hands interlaced. Pour the dough on the chopping board, continue to knead it, and finally knead it into a round shape, press it lightly with your hands, and flatten it, then take out the rolling pin Shi Shiran, roll the flat dough into a round shape, and then apply clear oil Put it on the dough, then pour it into the basin, buckle a small basin, in less than 10 minutes, the noodles are done!
Put the gas stove on the pot, pour water, turn on the gas stove, and then, Li Minghui quickly washed and chopped vegetables...

When everything was settled, and Li Minghui had eaten and washed the pot, it was only twenty past twelve.

The ventilation fan was turned on, and Li Minghui lay on the bed beautifully, took out a cigarette, and smoked happily, smoking is harmful to health, Li Minghui knows this, but there is a good saying, you can't guarantee to live longer than me if you don't smoke It grows long, so why not enjoy it if you can enjoy it?
After smoking a cigarette, it was very comfortable, and without taking off his clothes, Li Minghui just fell asleep like this. The good side of this basement is the insulation. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, except that it is a little humid and dark.

At this moment, the alarm bell rang again, and Li Minghui got up. After cleaning, at three o'clock, Li Minghui continued to fight.

Two hours is enough for Li Minghui to think of a lot of plots, but the outline is also an outline record, and Li Minghui himself is very familiar with the plot of Zhu Xian, so by five o'clock, Li Minghui has recorded almost [-] words of the outline of Zhu Xian. It is also good.

"I didn't expect that my brother's code word speed is not too bad!"

Seeing the result of five hours of labor and seven hours of thinking about the plot, Li Minghui smirked cheerfully as if looking at a rare treasure.

In this way, after finishing his work again, Li Minghui tidied himself up in a hurry, put on a set of probably new casual clothes, and headed towards a food stall.

Lin Yun Restaurant, this is the old place that Zhang Wei told Li Minghui. The Sichuan cuisine restaurant is full of flavor and the price is reasonable and affordable. It is the first choice for Li Minghui and Zhang Wei's best friends and classmates.

When they arrived, Zhang Wei had already arrived, and he was not polite, and when he called out to recruit, he called Li Minghui into a small private room.

At this time, the food was not served, but the wine was already served. Zhang Wei= had already found three glasses and poured them. Looking at Li Minghui, he smiled treacherously and said, "Haha, you boy are late again, my sister." I don’t even give you face, so let’s talk about the three cups first!”

"No, I said boss, three cups is no problem, but why are you talking about me so awkward!"

Li Minghui looked at Zhang Wei's treacherous eyes and said depressedly.

"Hey, buddy, it's a good thing, you won't suffer if you drink it!"

Zhang Wei said seriously.

"Okay, then I'm done!"

Li Minghui has a good capacity for alcohol, but Yanjing beer has an average alcohol content, and he is also thirsty. Needless to say, three cups of quack quack are enough, but Li Minghui didn't notice that Zhang Wei was smiling in an unusually wretched way...

(End of this chapter)