520 Picking up garbage and marrying into a wealthy family

"Let me see what I should write..."

After breakfast, Xiang Huanian returned to his desk facing the window, set up the computer stand, turned on the computer, and prepared to give his first novel a brilliant beginning.

but……

Sitting in front of the bright dream table, Xiang Huanian's mind was blank.

Well, here comes the problem.

What story should she write?

Write a long story or a short story?

Write about the city or the ancient times?

Write romance, or society?

……

"Oh my god, why is it so hard to get started..."

Even though he was using the latest computer given to him by Lin Yunchu, Xiang Huanian couldn't type the first word after opening the document.

"Wait, let me look up some strategies online..."

Most people's dreams are always so far away.

Perhaps, throughout your entire life, you will be burdened by the reality and unable to reach the edge of your dreams.

As for Xiang Huanian, she feels that she is lucky.

At least, he was born into a family where he could have enough food and clothes, and had books to read. By a coincidence of words, he was kept here instead of being treated as a ball of meat and aborted.

Then, she grew up peacefully and healthily. She met Lin Yunchu, Gu Shaoyu, Gu Lingyan, and various passionate, enthusiastic, and kind police officers...

Give her the opportunity and enough funds to support her and pursue her dreams.

Xiang Huanian wanted to give it a try and gave himself a year... If he failed, he would have to return to reality and go to work honestly.

Of course, Xiang Huanian will not give up on his dream, which is his lifelong goal.

After thinking about it, Xiang Huanian decided to change some of the plot of her own story and then write it down as her first work.

Sincere feelings can always inspire some writing enthusiasm.

"Ding dong!"

At this moment, Xiang Huanian's cell phone suddenly received a message alert tone.

"Who would message me at this time... Hmm? Mr. Gu?"

Xiang Huanian opened the dialog box and found that it was a compressed file package.

Below the file package was a voice message from Gu Lingyan.

Xiang Huanian clicked it, put the receiver of the phone to his ear, and listened carefully to what the other party said.

"Niannian, take a look. In the compressed file, I asked someone to compile for you the pros and cons of various novel contract websites, the preferred writing styles of the websites, and the editors' preferences..."

Through the electric current, the voice inevitably has a bit of magnetism.

In the voice chat, although Gu Lingyan's voice was clear and his pronunciation was distinct, it suddenly sounded a little distorted to Xiang Huanian's ears.

How could someone be so, so...

While she was still feeling her way across the road and couldn't even see the road clearly, the other party had already marked the potholes on several avenues for her.

Really...

But it is undeniable that Gu Lingyan's thoughtfulness really helped Xiang Huanian reduce a lot of burden.

Although, in this circle, the main thing is that the writing is good and can be broken, and this is the case on all websites. As long as you write well, you can stand out.

That’s what people say, but how many people can become the rare talents in a certain industry?

Therefore, you need to consider your own writing style and the compatibility with the website.

You can't be stubborn and obstinate, not turning back until you hit the wall. Oh, you may be a little stubborn, not turning back even if you hit the wall.

Xiang Huanian knows herself well, and she should belong to the latter.

As long as conditions permit, she may even be one of the very few stubborn and persistent people who is willing to break through the wall.

But this document from Gu Lingyan helped Xiang Huanian avoid some of these risks to a certain extent.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu..."

Xiang Huanian was reading while typing a message to Gu Lingyan.

Finally, Xiang Huanian looked at the dry words he had written in the dialog box, thought for a moment, found a cute and cheerful emoticon package, and sent it to Gu Lingyan.

"This way, it shouldn't be too deliberate..."

But the next second after sending it, Xiang Huanian looked at the little animals jumping on the screen and the thank you that took up half of the screen, and he regretted, hesitated, and wondered whether to withdraw it.

But Gu Lingyan, who had been waiting in the dialog box, obviously did not give Xiang Huanian this opportunity.

"You're welcome."

"Next time, when you earn enough money for your writing, just treat me to a meal."

After hearing these two sentences, Xiang Huanian's mouth curled up inexplicably.

"Okay! Let's give it a try!"

Flexing his fingers, Xiang Huanian opened the file and began typing on the keyboard, moving step by step closer to his childhood dream.

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"Hey, hey... This luggage is really heavy. Moving across the country is really not easy... But I can't bear to throw it away..."

In a foreign country, Chen Dejie was alone, sweating profusely, carrying his luggage, muttering to himself and shouting slogans as if to cheer himself up.

Like many other international students, he sold everything he had used over the years that was salable.

The rest, apart from the local specialties he had to carry back, were some items that had accompanied Chen Dejie for many years. They were not necessarily expensive, but he was reluctant to throw away.

Originally, Chen Dejie planned to return home with light luggage, but plans cannot keep up with changes.

I packed here and there, and both suitcases were almost full, and I still hadn't packed the rest of my things.

In particular, it was the large iron pot he brought back from China that accompanied him through so many years of lonely, difficult, yet fulfilling life abroad...

Moreover, this big iron pot was made by his family a long time ago by the best blacksmith in the village.

You can't find such a good pure non-stick iron pan now.

So, Chen Dejie decided that he must carry this big iron pot back.

To do this, he spent an hour and a half and used half a roll of tape to tie the big iron pot to the suitcase he was carrying.

"Well, good, it's done!"

Just as Chen Dejie was intoxicated by his "masterpiece", Chen Aifang, who was worried that Chen Dejie had not packed his luggage well, calculated the time and called him across the ocean while Chen Dejie still had a wireless network connection.

"Hello, Mom? What's the matter with you calling now?"

Chen Dejie turned on the speaker, put it on the table, and continued to pack his luggage with his hands busy.

"Eh? Dejie, where are you? Why can't I see your face? Hello! Hello? Hello!?"

Thinking that her network connection was bad, Chen Aifang raised her volume and shouted towards the phone.

Helplessly, he found a box behind the phone and propped it up so that Chen Aifang could see his face.

"How about this, Mom? Can you see clearly this way?"

Chen Dejie asked while adjusting the angle.