It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

"As for combat effectiveness, the juveniles of other species would just use their tails to hit the adult Megalodon whales for fun."

Niuma shrugged.

"Haha, then I think this should be renamed as a powerful suicide agent."

Liu Zheng complained.

"Anyway, the things are given to you, you can use them if you want."

"It's not bad to catch other fish of the same genus, Napoleon will take them all. If you don't want money, you can trade with him. If nothing else, his collection of wine will be enough to keep you entertained."

Niuma said.

"talk later."

He was noncommittal.

At least he had to confirm the strength of the giant mouth whale first.

If it's hard to catch a bigmouth whale, then you don't want to catch its relatives.

Liu Zheng doesn't want to use himself as a bait.

Having made a plan, I am now faced with a repetitive problem.

time.

Judging from his limited fishing experience, the delivery time would definitely not be enough.

It seems that I can only seek help off the field.

Two strings of numbers flashed through Liu Zheng's mind.

After some thought, he made a decision.

"Senior, what do you want to talk to me about?"

When the phone was connected, the novelist's voice was still full of energy.

"How's your novel going these days?"

he asked.

"The plot is fine, but the editor said the writing is not good. I asked him what was wrong with it, but he never got back to me."

When it comes to novels, novelists immediately become distressed.

"Send it to me."

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble, Senior?"

The novelist felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay. I just happen to have something to ask you."

"Well, I'll send it to Senior now."

Hearing his frank words, the novelist also became straightforward.

Soon, she sent several MMS messages.

The photo isn't very good, but the words are still recognizable.

It only took Liu Zheng a few minutes to finish reading her manuscript.

“The pace is too slow.”

As soon as he entered his professional field, Liu Zheng turned on the tyrant mode.

"Look at the first chapter. Why did you spend three whole paragraphs describing the names and appearances of other classmates? Are there any plots about them later?"

"No, no."

The novelist stammered.

"Why would you write them if you weren't here? Every inch of space in the first chapter is so precious, and you're going to waste it like this?"

Liu Zheng said viciously.

“I wanted to add a little more sense of involvement.”

The novelist explained.

"How can readers feel involved when you write about supporting characters? It will only confuse their perspective."

"Okay, okay."

Even through the phone, Liu Zheng seemed to be able to see her lowering her head.

"Also, why do you use long sentences? There is no sentence that is less than forty words."

He pointed out another problem.

"I don't feel like this. I can't finish what I want to say."

The novelist thought for a moment and replied.

"You have finished speaking, but the readers don't want to hear it. Revise it. No more than twenty words in a sentence. Delete all the meaningless rhetoric."

"You are a writer of urban themes, why do you use eyebrows that seem to be frowned but not frowned, and eyes that seem to be happy but not happy? Are you afraid that readers will not be out of the story?"

Liu Zheng said sternly.

"I used to write like this when I was writing ancient Chinese, and readers quite liked it."

The novelist whispered.

“Do you wear a cheongsam when you go swimming?”

he asked.

"No, I don't wear it."

The novelist understood what he meant and lowered his voice.

"The choice of words and sentences must be consistent with the subject matter, and even in line with the reading habits of readers of that subject matter. Otherwise, it's like selling braised pork in Ding Zhen Temple. No matter how delicious it is, no one will buy it."

Liu Zheng said earnestly.

"I understand, senior."

The novelist responded loudly.

"I'll revise it for you, and you can revise it again and send it to me."

He said.

"Yeah. Thank you, senior."

The novelist added a little more.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zheng spent ten minutes writing an introduction and sent it to her via text message.

Five minutes later, the novelist sent a text message back.

"!!!"

He smiled.

Although I no longer write online articles, it is still easy to come up with a standard beginning.

Half an hour later, the novelist sent several more MMS messages.

"How do you feel about yourself?"

Liu Zheng made a phone call after reading it.

“I don’t feel used to it, but it does look much smoother than before.”

The novelist said.

"Yes, this is the standard style of online writing. You should start in this direction, and then explore your own style after you get started."

His tone softened a little.

"Uh-huh."

On the other end of the phone, the novelist nodded frantically.

"Senior, what do you need me to do? I'm available these few days."

she said proactively.

Chapter 65: The Ox and the Horse Are Really Beasts

Why does this woman want to take advantage of him so much?

Could it really be a female praying mantis?

"It's not convenient for me. It's egg-changing season recently."

He said perfunctorily.

"Ok."

The novelist sounded a little disappointed.

"Just like last time, I want you to order takeout for me and try to take as long as possible for the delivery."

Liu Zheng said.

"no problem."

The novelist agreed readily.

"As for the money, I'll give it to you when I deliver the food later."

He said.

Now that you have money, it's not appropriate to get it for free.

This reliable relationship with a novelist must be managed more carefully.

"No, I don't need money."

The novelist refused.

"Then shall I bring you a cup of unlucky coffee?"

On the way back, the remaining coffee was given to Plane Tree, and he kept this cup for himself.

"Wow, thank you, senior."

The novelist said happily.

Liu Zheng hung up the phone and saw Niu Ma staring at him strangely.

"What's wrong, boss?"

he asked.

"You can write novels?"

"It's OK. But despite my talent, I started to go downhill after writing a few books, and later I changed my career."

Liu Zheng replied.

"What did you change career to?"

“Be a reporter.”

"Which newspaper?"

"A tabloid without any evidence, not worth mentioning."

He said calmly.

"You are such a good writer, why are you delivering food?"

"I offended a big shot and was fired."

He had previously written an article exposing that a certain real estate project was once industrial land, with serious environmental pollution, a large amount of toxic substances accumulated underground, and a large number of unqualified products used in the decoration of the new houses.

Then, Liu Zheng was asked by the editor-in-chief to apologize publicly and admit that his reporting was false, otherwise he would be fired and banned from the industry.

At the same time, the developer also contacted him, holding an envelope in one hand and an envelope in the other.