In entertainment, I cried a million stars

With a humble attitude, Zhang Changgong turned on the computer as he spoke, and pushed towards Chu Hao, "This "Son of Light" is the novel I wrote."

Worried that Chu Hao would not be able to accept this genre, Zhang Changgong added, "I combined this novel with a Western fantasy style. There are very few on the market at present, but I feel that it will definitely become the mainstream in the future."

Chu Hao ignored him, stared at "Son of Light" Chapter 1, and finished it quickly.

Basically similar to what he saw before.

As Zhang Changgong's Virgo, although this novel is not as good as his later series of works, it has far-reaching significance.

Even in the history of web writing, it is a solid cornerstone.

Wang Bingbing next to him couldn't understand it. What is this novel called Barren Play?

She couldn't read it at all.

Originally thought that Chu Hao's "Dou Po" was different enough, but this "Son of Light" is even more different.

It doesn't feel like it was written by a Chinese.

"It's okay, but Mr. Zhang, your novel is not suitable for the [Night Fiction Club] platform."

Chu Hao tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and kept sighing.

"First of all, the protagonist's name is Longbow Wei. It sounds like a foreign name. It has a strong Western fantasy style. If CTV broadcasts this kind of novel, it will probably be scolded to death."

Zhang Changgong's heart suddenly turned cold.

It's not that he didn't think about this problem before he came here. The main reason is that he liked the novel "Son of Light" so much that he insisted on giving it a try.

"Then there is no chance?"

Chu Hao nodded, "There is no chance to come to China TV to broadcast, but I can show you another way to publish it serially on the website."

"no!"

Zhang Changgong directly refused, reacting fiercely, "I did this when I was in college, but I didn't get any money. This kind of novel website is a scam."

Chu Hao was not surprised by Zhang Changgong's words.

The current progress of web articles in this parallel world is equivalent to about 2000 years in his world.

There are few online novels, and they are all used to earn traffic for some browsers.

There is no such thing as paying for VIP chapters.

The website itself cannot make money for novels, and it is commonplace to cheat their authors.

You can't win if you want to sue.

Because internet novels haven't been recognized by Guo Jia yet.

If he hadn't been heartbroken by the website, Zhang Changgong would never have thought of the radio broadcasting this matter.

After all, the text he wrote himself was broadcast by voice, which always felt wrong.

"Mr. Zhang met a bad guy. If you can trust me, come to me. I promise nothing like this will happen."

"You also have a novel website?" Zhang Changgong looked surprised.

Chu Hao said: "I am a website jointly established by China Television. The "Fight Po" I broadcast on the [Night Fiction Club] radio station will be serialized on the website soon."

"Let me tell you this." Chu Hao looked around, leaned into Zhang Changgong's ear and said, "China TV intends to promote the online novel industry."

"This? Is it true?" Zhang Changgong was so excited that he couldn't believe it.

The novel website co-founded with CTS is equivalent to CTS stamping it personally, and it will never deceive people.

Since graduating from university, Zhang Changgong has always wanted to work in the online novel industry.

It's a pity that there are too few.

And it's all deceitful.

If he can enter the novel website stamped by China Television, he will also be considered a state-owned enterprise, right?

Writing novels is justifiable, how fragrant it is.

"How does Mr. Zhang feel?"

"Okay, great, I'd like to go."

Chu Hao suppressed the joy in his heart, and said, "But you seem to still have a job now, right? I hope that since you have entered the novel industry, you will write novels full-time."

Zhang Changgong was embarrassed when he heard it, and said with some embarrassment: "I live with my girlfriend now, and she is not in good health, so I want to earn more money."

"You can't make that much money just by writing novels."

"It's easy to handle. You can come to my website to buy the entire book, and I'll give you a price of one hundred thousand words."

"Thousand words and one hundred?"

Zhang Changgong was startled.

He is a tentacle monster, [-] words a day is like playing.

Doesn't a thousand words and a hundred mean that he can earn tens of thousands a month?

You must know that Zhang Changgong's current job was found by his father through his relationship, and it only costs about 5000 yuan a month.

He didn't like to do it very much, and he gritted his teeth and insisted on it for the sake of living.

Zhang Changgong dared not even think about earning tens of thousands a month by writing novels for his hobby.

"If it's too small, we can talk again, but the premise is that your novel has achieved results."

"A lot, a lot." Zhang Changgong couldn't complete what he said excitedly.

When he left, he was still floating.

This happiness came too suddenly.

"Chu Hao, what are you doing?" After Zhang Changgong left, Wang Bingbing couldn't bear it anymore.

"Pretending to be our leader, are you brave enough? Are you not afraid of being arrested?"

Chu Hao laughed, "Sister Bingbing, thank you for not letting me out, can I cook for you when I get home tonight?"

Wang Bingbing snorted, why do you feel that this sounded weird?