"It's the first day of hard work!"
Vicky locked the office door, took out balls from her ring, and placed them on the table. She tapped them with her fingers, and a virtual screen and a virtual keyboard appeared.
Although brain-computer interfaces had been popular in the Dungeon for many years, Vicky still liked the rhythm of typing on the keyboard as it gave her more inspiration.
Meg had already designed the framework and content of the story, so she still used the brain-computer interface to go through the first draft in her mind.
Wild ideas couldn't be presented on camera, so even if it was just a fantasy in her mind, she still had to follow basic logic and principles.
Therefore, Vicky spent the whole night just going through the story in her mind.
Vicky opened her eyes and looked at the first draft in front of her. Her tired face was instantly relieved.
"It's a good story, but I still need to add a hundred million details." Vicky went through the draft and made some edits occasionally. The alarm beside the table rang.
"It's already seven o 'clock?" Vicky reached out to turn off the alarm. Although she was in high spirits and her mind was filled with inspiration, she had to put it aside for the time being.
"Drink some Life Potion, wash your face, and have some breakfast. It's time to prepare for the performance in the morning." Vicky put away the balls on the table and took a sip of the Life Potion. She felt that her tired spirit was instantly restored, and her physical strength was replenished. It was as though she had a good night's sleep.
"If this can be made into a beverage, it will be very popular, right?" Vicky looked at the small bottle in her hand with admiration. It was much better than most of the Recovery Potions.
"The story is good, but the name is terrible. I'll have to change it sooner or later," Vicky muttered as she left the room.
…
Meg had a good night's sleep. He was relieved to pass the script to Vicky.
After the morning service, he rode his bicycle out for a spin, but he didn't find a suitable location. Halfway through, he met Angela, who was sitting at a corner of the park and reading a book.
"What are you reading here?" Meg stopped his bicycle in front of her and looked at her curiously.
Angela raised her head when she heard the voice. She was stunned when she saw Meg. Her face turned red and she quickly hid the book behind her back.
"Bo … Boss, why are you here?" Angela sounded a little nervous.
Meg saw that she was nervous, her face was red, and she was panting. His expression suddenly became a little strange. This girl, could it be that she was reading that kind of book?
But thinking about it, this lass was neither too young nor too old. She was at the age where she was curious about these things. Furthermore, she often interacted with succubi on a daily basis. Her head was full of dirty jokes, and they came out at the drop of a hat. It did not seem inappropriate for her to hide in the corner of the park and learn some new knowledge.
Instead, it was him who had suddenly run over that gave her a fright and disturbed her mood.
"Oh, nothing. I just happened to pass by. You can continue watching." Meg pedaled his bicycle and left.
"He … he didn't see it, did he?" Angela looked at Meg's back and muttered softly with a red face. She did not take out the book in her hand until Meg was far away. The title of the book was "Mr. Mak's Indecent Little Wife." The author was Northwest Lone Wolf.
"Then why did she ask me to continue reading?"
"She wants me to learn something?"
"My sisters were right. There are no good men in this world …"
"But this book is pretty good. Continue reading."
…
"Dear Editor, I was just passing by the bookstore when I went to buy breakfast. The name of the book I saw was changed?" Northwest Lone Wolf chewed a big meat pie and said to the kind-looking middle-aged woman outside the window.
"Well, Mr. Mak's wife is back. Let's take advantage of her popularity and increase the conflict. It's just right for your update." The editor smiled like a blooming flower. "You don't know. The new book has just been released two days ago, but its sales have already surpassed the total sales of the previous six books. Your book is going to break out of the circle! It's going to be huge! "
"Cough, cough, cough …" Cynthia, who was holding a cup of water, coughed violently.
"Don't get too excited. According to the contract we signed, your share of the royalties won't be low. As long as you update well, the royalties this time will be enough for you to eat for a few years." The editor smiled and comforted her.
Cynthia finally stopped coughing and wiped the water from her mouth. She looked at the editor seriously and said, "Then … is it possible that Mr. Mak has also read this book?"
The editor smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry. This book is targeted at female users. Except for a few special men, Mr. Mak probably won't buy this book."
"That's good." Cynthia was slightly relieved. She still had to go to Amy's for dinner. If Mr. Mak had also read this book, she would feel embarrassed to go there again.
"Although he won't buy it, I think the women around him might have. Before I left today, I heard the editor-in-chief talking to the printer about printing more copies," the editor said to Xiong Ze.
"It's over …" Cynthia slumped in her seat. She felt like she was going to die again.
"Don't worry. Except for me, no one else in the editorial department knows that the Northwest Lone Wolf is a beautiful girl." The editor smiled and comforted her.
"That's good." Cynthia regained her hope of living and took a bite of the meat pie.
"But yesterday, the editor-in-chief had a meeting to vote on whether to let you attend the book signing event. So far, it seems that the vote was unanimous," the editor said.
"What! No! I'm not going! "Cynthia jumped up from her chair.
"This … I'm afraid not. We signed a contract that you have to cooperate with the editorial department's publicity work."
"You … even you betrayed me!" Cynthia wanted to cry but had no tears.
"I just think that your image is good, and there's a very good contrast between your pen name and your image. Maybe you can successfully attract a wave of fans and directly become the new generation's Heavenly Queen of Romance." The editor said innocently, "Did I do something wrong?"
"Bullsh * t Heavenly Queen of Romance. This is Heavenly Queen of Little H … Maybe once I get to the book signing event, I'll be handcuffed and taken away." Cynthia slumped in her seat weakly.
The pen name was her last barrier. From the moment she wrote those words, she never thought that one day she would use this pen name to meet people.
And now, the editorial department was asking her to attend a book signing event?
Was this a book that could be used for a book signing event?
Was she shameless?
"Eat your breakfast slowly. Remember to write the draft in advance for this month. I'll let you know when there's news about the book signing event." The editor immediately slipped away.
"Don't run! I'm telling you, I'm definitely! Definitely! I definitely won't do a book signing event! "Cynthia climbed up from her chair and shouted in the direction of the door.
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