Chapter 12 Absolutely a Masterpiece

"God's work, this is definitely a god's work."

Meng Fei was very excited, how long it had been, one year, three years, or five years, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't read such a sensory novel.

He has that kind of functional disorder, medically speaking, he is terminally ill, but after reading this novel, he is actually eager to move, unable to stop, this is not a masterpiece, so what else is a miracle? !

"Sign it, you must sign it immediately." Meng Fei couldn't help clenching his fists. If such a masterpiece was not signed immediately, he would probably regret it for the rest of his life.

This writing skill is so terrifying that it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, as if the real event happened in front of his eyes.

A person who can write such a work is definitely a master-level figure. He doesn’t know how many films he has watched throughout the year, and he has rich clinical experience. Could it be that Master Jia Zhiwei once again went out to write in person?

Thinking of this, he immediately looked at the author's contact information and some information, and was immediately stunned. It was not a master who wrote this work, but an eighteen-year-old high school student.

When did a high school student have such a penmanship to actually write such a master-level work, Meng Fei couldn't believe his eyes.

Because this is the information filled in by the author himself, and it has been taken seriously through the ID card, it is absolutely impossible to falsify.

"It's true, this is definitely a genius writer, a rising superstar in the future, maybe it can surpass the achievements of Master Jia Zhiwei." Meng Fei couldn't help but get excited, he didn't care that it was late at night, and immediately added the author Penguin Newsletter.

With a ding, the friend authentication was passed immediately.

"Has it been successful?"

Meng Fei was overjoyed, and immediately established a video communication with the other party. Soon, a video came from the opposite side. A young man wearing white casual clothes with a tender face appeared in front of him.

"Are you Teacher Black Heart Wolf?" he asked cautiously.

The young man was stunned for a while. He didn't expect that someone would call him a teacher, but he quickly reacted: "Yes, I am the author Heixinlang who just submitted the manuscript, and my real name is Xia Ping."

"that would be great."

Meng Fei smiled: "I have read your novel. I am very optimistic about this novel. I don't know if I can sign a contract with my Penguin Novel Network. I assure you that there will definitely be the strongest promotion to let your novel. Famous overnight."

He is full of self-confidence, even an old driver like him is so excited just after reading the beginning, it's just unbearable that such a novel is not popular.

"Okay, let's sign the contract." Xia Ping nodded and agreed. He originally wanted to sign a contract on Penguin Novel. After all, this online novel platform is the largest in the entire Yanhuangxing. If it can become popular, the profit will be the greatest.

"That's great. This is the contract of my Penguin Novel Network. It's a standard contract. Every author signs the same contract with us. I believe it won't let you suffer, Teacher Black Heart Wolf." Meng Fei immediately posted on the Internet. He signed a contract and said, "If you agree, just sign it."

In this day and age, paper contracts have been eliminated. Simply signing contracts online and signing contracts with your own ID chip is also legally effective.

"Okay." Xia Ping took a casual glance and signed the contract. He had also learned about Penguin Novel.com, the largest novel website in the industry. It has not had any major scandals and is trustworthy.

Meng Fei was overjoyed when he saw the signing of the contract, and his attitude became even more enthusiastic: "Mr. Black Heart Wolf, do you still have a manuscript? If so, publish it as soon as possible. If the number of words reaches 100,000, I will arrange it for you as soon as possible. recommend."

In fact, novels are the same no matter which world they are in. If the number of characters is not large enough, fewer people will read them.

"If you save it,

Not yet, but I can code it out soon. Xia Ping said to himself that his body in the world of Yanhuangxing is many times stronger than that of Earth, and the speed of coding has also greatly increased. He tested it just now, and he actually reached a speed of 20,000 words per hour, which is simply inhuman.

Of course, this also has something to do with him just typing out the words in his mind, he doesn't need to think too much about the plot, he just has to copy it.

"In this way, then I'm looking forward to Teacher Black Heart Wolf's next story." Meng Fei felt very regretful when he heard that the manuscript was not saved, and he still wanted to read the next content.

But if not, there is no way.

Next, he and Xia Ping checked the bank account and ID card information. After all, this was a matter of remuneration, and it was very important. Naturally, it should not be sloppy.

After the verification is completed, the two parties end the call.

"Haha, finally a new master of sensory novels will be born in my hands." Meng Fei was extremely excited, and the sense of accomplishment that he was able to cultivate a top master of sensory novels was extraordinary.

In the novel industry, even editors have so-called actual achievements. If you don't bring out a few famous authors, no one will believe your ability.

Once you can cultivate a master-level person, your industry status will definitely increase greatly, and even your salary will increase sharply, and it is not impossible to become an editor-in-chief.

But now Meng Fei is not the time to think about such trivial matters. After reading the novel, he felt that his body was about to move, and there was a flame that he had not seen in two years.

You know, since the car accident, his family has almost fallen apart, and his wife can't touch him. He is very inferior. He is looked down on by his boss outside and his wife at home.

But today, he's going to start to revive his glory, so that the bitch is on his knees begging for mercy.

Meng Fei's eyes showed raging fire, and at the same time, he also felt in his heart that this master-level work saved his life, no less than a magic medicine.

Thinking of this, he walked towards his wife's bedroom, exuding an unprecedented confidence in his body.

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"Finally, the signing is successful. The next step is to continue to save the manuscript and send all the remaining chapters." Xia Ping clenched his fists. He plans to write 500,000 words in this novel. If he writes 20,000 words per hour, at least It takes twenty-five hours.

Of course, he still has classes, and he can write for at most eight hours a day, and he has to write for about three days.

Some people say that some novels often have millions of words, and a mere 500,000 words is too little, but for functional novels, a dozen or two hundred thousand words is normal.

500,000 words, it is already a masterpiece.

"Okay, fight and make money!"

Xia Ping immediately turned on the computer and wrote crazy words on it. Before going to bed, he planned to code tens of thousands more words.