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"Bang!" The potbellied hotel owner held a toothpick in his mouth, picked his teeth as he walked, squinted at Lang Xihe who was cleaning the dishes with a mournful face, and kicked him on the back with contempt and disdain on his face, " It was you who broke the bowls in our store? There are only more than 20 bowls and no money to pay for it?"

Lang Xihe blushed and said nothing.He is usually used to being surrounded by stars, when did he receive such inhuman treatment?Even during the year when he couldn't write an article and was ignored by readers and editors, no one treated him like this.So at this time, my heart is full of complaints from "your uncle" and "I x your father".

What does it look like to be a celebrity?

If you post a Weibo post, it will be retweeted by all the gods and celebrities from all walks of life, with over [-] million likes and over [-] million comments in a second.

What does it look like for an author to become popular?

Every fan is an angel, competing for their author's wife every day, bragging "wife is amazing" and "my wife is the best in the world", as if anyone who doesn't read their wife's articles is wrong.If the wife is sick and procrastinates, she will say "Madam has worked hard, let's take a rest, we will wait for you (Bi Xinxin loves you)".

An author who was once popular, usually has millions of fans. The author has experienced a few years of "economic prosperity" and then fell into a bottleneck period. He has become unable to think of copywriting, unable to write novels, unable to learn routines, and only What is the author of the slot like?

Feel free to chat with my editor and mention that I can't write a novel. The next second, the editor will post a screenshot of the chat history and hang it on the Internet.Therefore, the author could only watch helplessly as his 280 million, 880 six fans unfollowed him, and waved to him one by one saying never to see each other again.

That's right, so sad.

Lang Xihe is such an unlucky author.After watching the number of fans drop to single digits, and the rest were zombie fans, the editor called him again to tell him that his salary would not be paid this month.

Lang Xihe let out the first roar in his life.

Fuck! ! ! !It's not over again! ! !He has been without salary for a year! ! !

Still let people live? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! !

Mad!

I was wrong, it was a five-sentence roar.

Then the editor blacklisted him without even saying goodbye.

Lang Xihe suddenly had a myocardial infarction, clutching his chest to drink a glass of water to relieve himself, but suddenly the water felt a little stuck between his teeth.

Lang Xihe: "..." Drinking cold water made his teeth clogged, and he died.

Before Weibo had time to uninstall, a fan even sent him a private message.Lang Xihe decided to believe it again, but after clicking on it, he wanted to chop off his disobedient hand.

"You're wasting air alive! You're wasting land when you're dead! It would be better if this world didn't have you!"

One exclamation point is enough to pierce the heart, and three more, one is not enough to shock people's hearts, right? ? ? ?

Lang Xihe uninstalled Weibo.The whole world is clear and quiet.But it was eerily quiet.He is a little uncomfortable.It turned out that I was actually used to the time of surfing the Internet. Now that I think about the days when I usually flirted with fans, begging for softness and support, it would be a lie to say that I don’t miss it.

When he packed his things and came out of the company, the other authors passing by all looked at him and laughed, mockingly.

Think of him, Lang Xihe, who has been in the world of beauty for six years, and has written ten novels if not twenty, with a total word count of ten million if not one billion. What image has he not given to the characters in his works from the bottom to the top?Whether rich or not, or suddenly rich.The sales volume of published books has not exceeded 1000 million or less than [-] million, and there have been five authorized radio dramas if not ten.Thinking about him being responsible for writing in a trendy literature city, the money-making face of a publishing house, and the benchmark of his peers... he actually ended up like this!It's just astonishing!

I can't go back to the villa. I can't pay the water and electricity, and I can't afford the rent.For a meal, you can only choose a fast food restaurant that costs [-] yuan and [-] yuan to add dishes to the meal.When he ate the bad rice overnight, Lang Xihe put down his chopsticks and threw the money away.

He is not a delicate boy, but when will he let it go!

Forget it, it's so late, let's go to a hotel and make do with it.He touched a hundred-yuan bill in his wallet, which was extremely precious in the face of poverty, and sighed heavily, then stopped at a hotel at the end of an alley.What attracted him to this hotel was that it was cheap.Only [-] yuan a night.

The results of it?It seemed that all the bad luck in the world had been cast on him.Accidentally broke the plate that the waiter was going to take to the back kitchen to wash, and planned to compensate according to the price, when the crackling computer rang, hey, it was a sky-high price that he couldn't afford-[-] yuan.So I was detained by the two young men at the front desk to wash the dishes all night.

"Hehe, you have a lot of backbone!" The fat boss smoked a cigarette. As soon as the smell of inferior cigarettes began to permeate, Lang Xihe felt that he was about to suffocate, and he coughed, "cough cough cough"

"Squeamish!" The fat boss kicked him again, locked the door and left.

Lang Xihe coughed until his face turned red, and he didn't recover until the smell of smoke in the room dissipated.

It was twelve o'clock at night, and no one was in the store, except him.

There are bowls on the table, on the ground, and in the basin in the kitchen. When the dish towel is thrown into the basin, a string of water splashes, "I'm so mad, don't bring such a bully! When I have money, I will buy it." A thousand bowls, and then smash them casually! Hmph!"

He was walking back and forth in the kitchen with his waist down, when he suddenly caught sight of a cockroach.

……

He was silent for three seconds, bent over and wanted to vomit.

Then open the door and sprinkle your legs and run. He shouted while running the impulse who was going to faint, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !I hate you uncle!!! Fuckyou!!!”

Lang Xihe, apart from hating all kinds of plagiarism and plagiarism, is also afraid of all kinds of small bugs - cockroaches, caterpillars, centipedes, slugs, leeches...

Who said being afraid of bugs is a girl's right?Lang Xihe was the first to stand up and express his dissatisfaction.

Who said that worms stood up cutely, Lang Xihe was the first to stand up and express dissatisfaction.

Who said that grilled insect skewers are delicious and stood up, Lang Xihe was the first to stand up and express dissatisfaction.

Regardless of the strange looks of passers-by, he ran all the way, and he didn't know how far he ran or where he ran. When he was exhausted, he stopped, and then walked forward aimlessly, with a pale face and dull eyes , Sweat soaked hair without knowing it.

When he was about to cross the road, the whistle of a motorcycle brought his thoughts back to reality. Seeing that he was in the middle of the road, surrounded by traffic, he patted his chest with lingering fear.This is too dangerous, it didn't die in the hands of cockroaches, but almost died under the wheels.

I'll go, it's early in the morning, why are there so many cars?Don't you sleep?

A dazzling car light shot towards him, and he raised his hand to block it.

"Come up." A black motorcycle stopped beside him.Lang Xihe didn't know much about motorcycles, but his first feeling when he saw this black motorcycle was: it's so cool!

"Huh? Handsome guy?"

"Don't regret being hit by a car if you don't come up for a while, there are often cars running red lights in this place."

Lang Xihe got into the car swiftly and hugged the cool motorcycle man tightly.It took only a second from the refusal to the reaction.The cool motorcycle man quickly started the engine and ran out.The main reason is that he just imagined it, and felt that if he had a car accident, he would not be handsome at all with his bloody appearance.

Beauty is justice.

This principle works everywhere.

"Thank you." Lang Xihe took off his helmet and handed it to the cool motorcycle man with a bright smile on his face.Seeing his smile, even at night, gives people the illusion that the sun is shining and the scenery is just right.

Jiang Miao was dazzled by this smile. "It's okay." After speaking, he started the motorcycle and left without taking off his helmet from the beginning to the end.

but!With Lang Xihe's eighth sense, a very miraculous eighth sense, just listening to this cool motorcycle guy's voice makes him super handsome!

Without any hesitation, he had already thought up a 20-word novel about this cool motorcyclist. The title was "The Horn in the Late Night", and the subject matter was the series of suspenseful reasoning.But he thought about the current market, and it seems that everyone is not interested in this, especially the domestic ones.

oh.He also forgot one important thing, he was too poor to pay the Internet fee, how could he write a novel?Trend Literature City has monopolized the domestic online literature market, where will he publish his articles?

After all, Lang Xihe, who has been writing online articles for six years, graduated from the Faculty of Liberal Arts, and relies on his unrestrained imagination for food, has never given up on writing.In fact, he also wrote this year, but he was not satisfied with anything. He wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote again, and he didn't know what he wanted.As the leading boss, he can't write anymore, other new nobles will naturally have a chance to take the lead, and the newcomer will naturally overwhelm the old Lang Xihe.

In the information age, information is updated quickly. At that time, everyone didn't take Lang Xihe's inability to write a paper seriously. They only thought that he was holding back the full text of the manuscript.But the editor, a pig teammate, actually betrayed him to the whole network. Thinking about it now, as early as a year ago, there should have been signs of Lang Xihe's inability to write.Just imagine, which author would have time to chat with fans all day long?And which author will reply to all fans' comments?

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