Super Rich: Compensation for failure is 10,000 times

The old man was very angry.

"I don't dare to be a sweeping monk. I'm just a street vendor."

Zhang Hao said lightly, "As for my work, you have mentioned it before, so there is no need to say it again, right?"

"When did I mention your work?"

Su Shanshui was furious.

You are a street vendor, and I mentioned your rubbish work.

Am I so tasteless?

"Mr. Su, didn't you mention "Starry Sky. Home" just now? That's what he wrote."

Xie Lei pointed at Zhang Hao and started to finish him off.

It was a shocking blow.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

This knife was so terrifying, as if it had cut through the sky and earth, and cut through time and space.

Everyone was shocked.

They couldn't move.

Their eyes became dull.

What?

The vendor was the author of the world's most famous book, "Starry Sky. Homeland", "Three Thousand Years of Passion"?

He was a great writer.

In just one week, the sales in China exceeded 30 billion.

This is just one language.

Now it has been translated into 50 languages ​​and is selling well all over the world.

The English version has a daily sales of 5 billion yuan.

The other languages ​​combined are no less than this number.

The whole world is crazy about this set of books.

Even many scientists have found inspiration from this book.

This book is the most terrifying money-making monster.

How many billions can it sell? 100 billion? 200 billion? 300 billion?

No one dares to estimate.

In the minds of any literati in the world, "Three Thousand Years of Passion" is the supreme existence.

It is also the pride of Chinese literati.

I can't wait to worship it.

Everyone wants to see "Three Thousand Years of Passion".

However, the publisher was unwilling to reveal his real name.

There was no way to visit him.

Who would have thought that the great writer who wrote "Three Thousand Years of Passion" was a street vendor?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"You are lying. Don't insult the great writer in my mind. He must be an elegant old man. How could he be a street vendor?"

Lu Aishu and Zhou Yaxin shouted in disbelief.

The latter's face was also full of anger.

In Zhou Yaxin's mind, "Three Thousand Years of Passion" was equivalent to a god.

How could you tolerate someone pretending to be someone else?

Su Shanshui was even more contemptuous and sneered.

He didn't believe it at all.

"I introduced Yang Xiaolan to publish his book. If you don't believe it, you can ask Yang Xiaolan."

Xie Lei said.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were cast on Yang Xiaolan's face.

Yang Xiaolan testified seriously again.

"Hiss... It's true!"

Everyone gasped.

Oh my god, the handsome young man in front of me is the great writer with a passion for three thousand years?

Can he earn more than 100 billion by writing a book?

What kind of god is this?

There is no one before and there will be no one after.

I and others actually had a conflict with him?

Have you always looked down on him and despised him?

Especially Zhou Yaxin, she wanted to die.

This is the idol I admire the most.

I thought he was an old man, but I didn’t expect him to be such a handsome young man.

He confessed to me before?

If I don’t refuse, how nice it would be to agree to him?

Wouldn’t it be possible to be a partner with the idol and live a beautiful life like a fairy?

No wonder Xie Lei wants to live with him.

No wonder Di Qianyan also wants to be his woman.

Now it’s good, the idol has been completely offended.

He was so angry that he spit on his calligraphy.

How can such a grudge be resolved?

And Lu Aishu’s eyes almost burst.

It was like a bolt from the blue.

A street vendor turned into a great writer in a second?

Oh my God, are you trying to kill me?

What unforgivable thing did I do?

Why do you do this to me?

The expression on Su Shanshui's face was also extremely complicated.

Is this the great writer he worshipped?

I thought he was an old man of the same age as me.

So I worshipped him immensely.

But it turned out to be this street vendor in front of me?

I also said that his book was an online article?

This is too embarrassing.

His book is 10,000 times better than mine.

Compared with his, my book is not even an online article.

"Hehehe, now you know how powerful you are, right?"

Jiang Baixue was secretly proud and held his chest high.

He was really proud.

"Even if you have been a man of great ambition for three thousand years, you can't spit on our calligraphy works, right?"

Lu Aishu couldn't stand this strange silence and said weakly, "We calligraphers don't have such a strong character like you.

Such a good literary talent, but the handwriting is still passable, not the garbage you say. Do you think that you are a great writer and you can tarnish the art of calligraphy at will? "

He is still very smart. He first occupies the moral high ground and pulls all calligraphers to his side.

That at least makes him invincible.

Maybe, he can also ruin Zhang Hao's reputation.

"Well said, so what if he is a great writer? If he has bad character, he will still be infamous for thousands of years."

Mr. Su said with a stiff face.

"It's not your turn to judge whether a person has good character or not."

Zhang Hao said lightly, "If I say it's garbage, it's garbage. Because I have the qualifications."

"You are qualified? Hahaha, do you think you are Wang Xizhi, Zhang Xu, or Yan Zhenqing? Liu Gongquan?"

Lu Aishu jumped up, showing his contempt.

"Zhang Hao, teach him a lesson. ”

Xie Lei handed over the brush.

“If the tiger doesn’t show its might, how can a monkey like you become famous? "

Zhang Hao took the brush, glanced at Lu Aishu, and started writing.

"Have you not seen the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky..."

He used cursive script, and the brush moved like a dragon.

It was majestic, as if the tide was rising in the sea, one wave higher than the other.

There was even a hint of alcohol in the font, which was incisive and vivid.

It was as if a fairy scattered flowers, each one was gorgeous.

It was as if a dancer danced with long sleeves, extremely elegant.

It was as if a swordsman drew his sword, and the ten-thousand-foot sword energy cut down the stars.

It was as if thunder split the sky, and the light was dazzling and soul-stirring.

"Oh my God..."

All the calligraphers, including Su Shanshui, knelt down on the spot.

It was so beautiful and awesome.

This kind of calligraphy was beyond their imagination.

Every stroke was natural and wonderful.

They could only bow down in worship.

"My God, do you have to be so evil? "

Jiang Baixue looked at the calligraphers kneeling on the ground, touched his forehead, and was speechless for a long time.

You are here to make trouble.

They all fell on the spot.

He wrote a toast in cursive script.

Zhang Hao wrote Wang Xizhi's preface to the Lanting Collection in running script.

There are no typos or alterations.

It is gorgeous and beautiful.

It is like a group of fairies with bright eyes and good looks, dancing gracefully.

Each of them is beautiful and graceful.

It is definitely better than the original.

Because Zhang Hao is the world's number one calligrapher, of course, more than any calligrapher in history.

This is created by the awesomeness and magic of the system.

"Oh my God, it's too gorgeous."

"Oh my God, there is such a magical calligraphy in the world?"

"This is definitely the world's number one running script, surpassing Wang Xizhi."

"The cursive script just now also surpassed Zhang Xu. ”

“…”

Many calligraphers were extremely enthusiastic and excited.

Su Shanshui was no exception.

Completely lost.

Lu Aishu’s eyes were dim, his face was pale, and there was a strong sense of fear.

Zhou Yaxin’s face was full of enthusiasm, but the regret in her heart was like the rising tide of the sea, one wave higher than the other.