The National Director is Mr. Perfect

"Okay, Gollum has set up all the information. Your Royal Highness can now start uploading the novel content. I will help Your Royal Highness observe the website."

Uploading content is much more convenient. Junci can directly think of the content in his head, and then Gollum will directly set the layout.

At this speed, almost all the tentacle monsters were blown up.

So Jun Ci picked up the bowl and wrote the plot while eating.

What she wrote this time was a novel about the Empire of the Future, using the background of the Empire.

In order to reduce the use of technical terms that were only available during the imperial period, she wanted to simplify it.

The plot content of the novel is probably the story of an illegitimate son of a general who counterattacks in the interstellar space.

For most of the chapters, Junci uses his own imagination, and then uses some of his former friends' deeds of Su Shuang to adapt, or use his own deeds.

This kind of interstellar novel, which is not good to read, and is very professional, is hot.

After eating for half an hour, Jun Ci wrote 10,000 characters.

For the title of the book, Jun Ci thought of a name that is more in line with this era, "History of Interstellar Empire. Glory".

Sounds more cheating, doesn't it?

But because Jun Ci is going to shoot a sequel, how can a magnificent interstellar empire be finished with just one novel.

Besides, isn't one of the most popular movies now and the second one?

Junci has great confidence in himself.

The introduction also picked a sentence as the content introduction. Although this will miss many readers who like to use the title and introduction to determine life and death, but as long as someone reads it, Junci will definitely not worry about it.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Jun Ci turned over and jumped out of the bed, his posture is uncommonly chic and neat: "Guru, you just upload these ten thousand characters to me first, and I will continue writing later."

"Good Your Highness."

Jun Ci opened the door and walked out directly.

An empty bowl in his hand.

Zhang Changming is drinking wine and his family is eating dinner.

Seeing Jun Ci coming out, he slanted his eyes and glanced at Jun Ci.

"Babies..."

Zhang Changming cursed.

This is almost equivalent to his mantra of Junci.

Jun Ci didn't hear it.

The dishes and chopsticks were put into the kitchen. As soon as they came out, I saw Zhang Nian at the table with a deflated eyebrow: "You don't wash the dishes? Your hands are broken!"

The tone is terrible.

Zhang Nian looks so mediocre. After all, Zhang Changming and Fu Cuihua are ordinary people, so how can Zhang Nian's daughter be better?

The appearance is not good at all, but he has to make a mean look, which is offensive.

Jun Ci just condensed his eyes and glanced at Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.

For so many years, Junci's face has become accustomed to barely looking.

But now, her eyes are like sharp weapons with blades in them, and they show great pressure when looking at people.

With an inexplicable deterrence, coupled with that scary face like a ghost, Zhang Nian instantly felt a tremor in his heart.

A cold sweat floated down his forehead.

This rubbish, trash thing, when did the eyes become so scary?

Zhang Nian wanted to scream, but she realized that her voice seemed to be pinched, she couldn't make a sound, and she didn't dare to look into Junci's eyes!

"boom!"

Suddenly Zhang Changming lost a bowl.

"You bastard, what's your look, ah? What's the matter, you still want to beat your sister without success? You beast!"

He scolded angrily, got up at the same time, and walked toward Jun Ci aggressively.