MTL - God Level Demon

"God, this is definitely God."

Meng Fei was very excited. How long has it been, one year, three years, or five years, he can't remember how long he hasn't seen such a novel.

He got the dysfunction, medically it is terminally ill, but after reading this novel, he is actually eager to move, can't stop, this is not a god, then what is God? !

"Sign down, you must sign it immediately." Meng Fei couldn't help but clench his fists. If such a **** is not signed immediately, he will probably regret it for a lifetime.

The skill of this writing is terrible. It is simply deep into the hearts of the people. It seems that the real events happen to him in front of his eyes. This is already a skillful writing skill.

Those who can write such works are absolutely master-level figures. They don’t know how many films they read during the year, and they have rich clinical experience. Is it true that Master Jia Zhiwei once again wrote himself?

Thinking of this, he immediately read the author's contact information, as well as some information, immediately stunned, writing this work is not a master, but an 18-year-old high school student.

When did the high school students have such a penpower, and actually wrote such a masterpiece, Meng Fei could not believe his eyes, and repeatedly confirmed, and finally confirmed.

Because this is the information that the author has personally filled in, and it is still serious through the ID card, it is absolutely impossible to falsify.

"It is true. This is definitely a genius writer. A superstar rising in the future may even surpass the achievements of Master Jia Zhiwei." Meng Fei couldn't help but get excited. He also refused to be late at night and immediately added the author. Penguin communication number.

With a bang, the friend authentication passed immediately.

“Has it been successful?”

Meng Fei was overjoyed and immediately established a video communication with the other party. Soon, there was an image on the opposite side. A young man wearing a white casual wear and a young face appeared in front of him.

"Is you a black-hearted wolf teacher?" he asked cautiously.

The young man groaned. He didn't expect someone to call himself a teacher, but he quickly reacted: "Yes, I am the author of the black-hearted wolf who just submitted the manuscript. The real name is Xia Ping."

"that's great."

Meng Fei smiled: "I have seen your novel. I personally are very optimistic about this novel. I don't know if I can sign with my penguin novel network. I promise you that there is definitely the most powerful promotion for your novel. Famous overnight."

He is full of confidence, even the old driver like him, just looking at the beginning, is excited to this extent, such a novel is not fire, it is simply difficult to understand.

"Yes, then sign it." Xia Ping nodded, he originally wanted to sign a contract in Penguin. After all, this online novel platform is the biggest of Yanhuangxing. If it can fire, the income will be the biggest.

"That would be great. This is the contract of my penguin novel network. They are all standard contracts. Every author has signed the same contract with us. I believe that you will not let the black-hearted wolf teacher suffer from you." Meng Fei immediately sent it on the Internet. After a contract was over, "If you promised, just sign it."

Nowadays, the paper contract has been eliminated. It is directly signed on the Internet and signed with its own ID chip. It is also legally effective.

"Yes." Xia Ping glanced at him at random, and signed the contract. He also learned about Penguin's novel website, the largest novel website in the industry, and there was no big scandal and it was trustworthy.

When Meng Fei saw the signing of the contract, he was overjoyed and his attitude was more enthusiastic: "Black Heart Wolf teacher, do you still have a manuscript? If so, please post it as soon as possible, and if you reach 100,000 words, I will arrange it for you as soon as possible. recommend."

In fact, no matter which world the novel is, if there are not enough words, there will be fewer people watching.

"If you save the manuscript, there is still no, but I can code it out soon." Xia Ping from the channel, he does not know how many times stronger than the Earth in the world of Yan Huangxing, the codeword speed has also increased greatly, just tested it. It actually reached the speed of 20,000 words per hour, which is simply non-human.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he just knocked out the words from his mind. You don't need to think too much about the plot, and there are ready-made copies.

"In this way, I am looking forward to the next story of the Black Heart Wolf teacher." Meng Fei felt very sorry for hearing that there was no manuscript, and he wanted to see the next content.

But if there isn't, then there is no way.

Next, he and Xia Ping checked the bank account, as well as the identity card information. After all, this is a matter of remuneration, it is very important, and naturally it should not be sloppy.

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

"Haha, finally I have to create a new master of functional novels in my hands." Meng Fei is very excited, able to cultivate a top-level master of functional novels, the sense of accomplishment is extraordinary.

In the novel industry, even if it is an editor, there are so-called achievements. If you don't bring out a few famous authors, no one will believe in your ability.

Once you can train a master figure, your industry status will definitely increase, and even the salary will increase dramatically. It is not impossible to become the editor.

But now Meng Fei is not considering this little thing. After reading the novel, he feels that his body is eager to move, and there is actually a flame that has not been seen for two years.

You must know that since the car accident, his family has almost collapsed, and his wife can't touch it. He is very inferior. He is looked down upon by his superiors and is looked down upon by his wife at home. How miserable it is.

But today, he is going to start reviving the glory, and the mother is begging for mercy.

Meng Fei’s eyes showed a raging fire, and he also felt in his heart that this masterpiece saved his life, no less than a dose of magic.

Thinking of this, he walked toward his wife's bedroom, and the whole body exuded unprecedented confidence.

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"At the end of the contract, the contract was successful. The next step is to continue to save the manuscript and send all the remaining chapters." Xia Ping clenched his fist. This novel is going to write 500,000 words. If you write 20,000 words per hour, at least It takes twenty-five hours.

Of course, he still has to go to class, he can write eight hours at most every day, and he has to write about three days.

Some people say that some novels are millions of words, and the number of 500,000 is not too small, but for a functional novel, a dozen or two hundred thousand words are normal.

If you have 500,000 words, it is already a huge system.

"Good, fight, make money!"

Xia Ping immediately turned on the computer, and before he went to sleep, he planned to code tens of thousands of words.