Four hours later, the second chapter was uploaded, and 15,000 words were uploaded in one day.

The great god of writing made tens of thousands, and the tens of thousands of clicks on those articles, readers were crazy about it, and Dong Chaocheng's blood was beating with it.

Open the page, refresh, refresh, but unfortunately as a newcomer, the results are quite unsatisfactory, 15,000 words, only seven or eight clicks, collections, recommendations, are zero.

Maybe it's the first day, because of the small number of words, and it will get better slowly. Dong Chaocheng comforted himself like this in his heart.

In the next ten days, Dong Chaocheng went to major forums to study while coding words, hoping to write well and make more money.

It's a pity that the dream is good, but the reality is cruel, because there are not many recommendations, because of Dong Chaocheng's first contact with the text, and because this product is just a high school student, there are too few goods in his head, and he doesn't have much life experience, no one writes out anything, and his grades are extremely poor.

Opening those gods again and again, Dong Chaocheng's heart was full of hope, and he encouraged himself over and over again, persevering, persevering, and one day becoming a god.

However, how can it be so easy to become a god? Standing on dozens of stations, there are tens of thousands of authors in just one vertical point, and how many authors are working hard, a year or two, they can only get a little full attendance, and if they want to earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, there are only a few great gods.

"Hold on, even if you can't become a god, it's good to make a little money. For that little money, Dong Chaocheng took care of the elderly, while wearing pants, slippers, eating instant noodles and fighting in front of the computer, sometimes for a click, for a recommendation, he can stay up for more than ten hours in a row.

With 200,000 words in his eyes, Dong Chaocheng took the initiative to find the editor, and was hit by the editor, so he reluctantly signed a contract for comfort.

Although what the editor said was a bit ugly, Dong Chaocheng thought about it carefully, he really had a lot of hard flaws when he wrote an article for the first time, but it was 200,000 words, and he also signed a contract, so how about sticking to the results.

After more than ten days, he finally got 350,000 words, Dong Chao became the subscription, and once again found the editor Ling.

"Editor, can I put it on the shelves?" Dong Chaocheng asked.

"You only have more than 200 collections now, and it's also a flutter on the shelves, I advise you to give up and change it, your book is written about martial arts, righteousness, and it's not suitable for the current text. Ling said.

"Is there really no hope? My previous ones, including Jin Yong and Gu Long, all wrote like this. Dong Chaocheng insisted on his own ideas.

"Jin Yong, Gu Long, they represent an era, is the originator of martial arts, I don't deny this, but now what everyone needs is a fast food text, do you know what a fast food text is? Ling said.

"Invincible, ambiguous, Xiaobai, fight when you see a man, pounce when you see a woman?" Dong Chaocheng asked.

"Yes, that's understandable. Ling said.

"I'm sorry, I can't write it. Dong Chaocheng went offline directly, lay in bed and thought about it for several nights, and updated 30,000 words, Dong Chaocheng went online again and found the big editor.

"400,000 words, and there are already 400 collections, can they be put on the shelves?" Dong Chaocheng asked, obviously lacking confidence, at the beginning, the kind of dream of becoming a god and earning 10,000 yuan a day has long been polished by the so-called clicks, collections, and recommendations these days.

"Longitudinal Chinese is the first major station, hundreds of thousands of readers, aside from the gods, that is, the average author wants to put on the shelves also have 20,000 collections, 10,000 are reluctant, you only have four hundred now, I still say that, only pounce on the shelves." Ling said.

"But I still want to put it on the shelves, I want to make a little money. Dong Chaocheng said.

"Alright then, I'll give you a comfort on the shelf. Ling added a little more, "You upload a little, find a node, and I'll open the VIP chapter for you after twelve o'clock tonight." ”

After all the hardships, Dong Chaocheng called four or five thank you in a row.

Throughout the afternoon, Dong Chaocheng was frantically saving manuscripts, starting from two o'clock and coding until twelve o'clock in the evening, when Ling said that he could transmit VIP chapters, Dong Chaocheng excitedly opened the background of Longitudinal Chinese, used the timed upload function, and uploaded 50,000 words in one breath, a total of fifteen chapters.

Waiting, in addition to waiting, or waiting.

From twelve o'clock until three o'clock in the morning, hours passed, but unfortunately no one subscribed.

"Maybe they're all asleep, let's do it tomorrow. Dong Chaocheng slept.

This night, he had a strange dream, in which he became a great god who ate apples with me and dreamed like a chicken, and the subscription in 24 hours exceeded 17,000, and a total of 15 chapters were uploaded, and the decision reached about 9,000.

Twenty-four hours and 17,000 subscriptions, an average of nine thousand, what kind of concept is this, almost comparable to me eating apples, dreaming of a big god like a chicken.

Countless readers are sharing this book, whether it is the empty dragon forum or the big dragon pool like Yatian, countless readers are discussing this book.

The discussion area of the page was rewarded by countless white rich and beautiful people, and the local tyrants brushed up, and the lines of red letters floated up, and the instant effort won this book to the first place on the newcomer list.

Call...... Dong Chaocheng was awakened by a sweet dream, covered in sweat, panting for breath at the same time, a watch, it was more than nine o'clock in the morning.

Dong Chaocheng started fighting, he didn't make breakfast, he didn't even brush his teeth, he didn't wash his face, and he turned on the computer as soon as possible.

Holding his breath, Dong Chaocheng's expression was a little wooden, and his hand holding the mouse trembled a little, the reason why this happened was because he thought of the dream he had last night......

The first chapter subscribes to three people, the second chapter subscribes to one person, and the rest of the chapters all show zero.

Flushed.

Flushed.

Refresh again.

The page just lay there quietly, there was no change in the data, and for a while, Dong Chaocheng's heart was like ashes, and he edited Ling Online, Dong Chaocheng didn't even say hello, and went offline directly.

Whether it's smashing the computer or smashing the mouse, if Dong Chaocheng can really do this, his heart will be completely vented, but he is calm on the surface, and his whole heart feels like dead.

Glancing back at his mother on the hospital bed, his eyes were red, this writer, who had worked hard for nearly two months, only felt that the sky was dark, and the man who was beaten with iron finally squatted on the ground, holding his head in both hands, burying it between his legs, and constantly twitching.

", I'm so *** useless. Dong Chaocheng shouted.

"Ahem, Xiaocheng, what are you doing. Dong's mother's voice suddenly came.

"Mom, I'm fine, happy. Dong Chaocheng stood up, wiped away his tears, and said with a smile.

"You kid, what's so happy about it? Dong's mother said, in fact, her heart is sour, Dong Chaocheng's efforts these days, she is in her eyes.

"Mom, are you hungry? I'm going to fetch water and cook. After Dong Chaocheng finished speaking, he carried the iron bucket and went outside.

"Mr. Ma, this is it. Dong Chaocheng just went out, and he heard a familiar voice, raised to one, who else could there be if it wasn't Xu Nan who spoke?

Standing next to Xu Nan was Ma Xiaoyue, who had not been in the past year for more than a year, and the other dozen or so people were all classmates from the big cafeteria.

"Lao Dong. Zhang Sanqian shouted.

"You...... How did you guys get here. Dong Chaocheng's eyes were red, and he was so excited that he couldn't do more.

"Come on, it's okay. Ma Xiaoyue asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Ma, when did you come back. Dong Chaocheng asked.

"Just came back. Ma Xiaoyue said.

"Teacher Ma, come into the room and sit, it's a bit simple, don't dislike it. Dong Chaocheng said.

"It's all classmates, talking something. Zhang Sanqian said.

"That's it, you still call me Teacher Ma, I don't know if something happens at home, I don't know if it wasn't for Xu Nan and them looking for me, I still don't know. Ma Xiaoyue said.

"It's nothing, just carry it and pass. Dong Chaocheng said.

Several people entered the house, Dong Chaocheng moved the bench to greet him, and Dong's mother was also in a good mood and greeted Ma Xiaoyue and others one by one.

"You won't eat these at noon, will you?" said Xu Nan, looking at the instant noodles on the table.

"I don't have time to go out and buy it, so I'll eat some casually and talk about it in the evening. Dong Chaocheng said with a wry smile.

"Then you can't just eat this, it doesn't matter if you're a big man, your aunt is still sick. Xu Nan said.

"Lao Dong can't be because the family has no money, right?" Zhang Sanqian shouted, Ma Xiaoyue quietly kicked him from behind, and the former immediately stopped talking.

Dong Chaocheng said with a smile, "How can I really have no time, I've been busy." ”

"Haven't you been resting at home because of a leg injury?"

"It's nothing, it's just on whatever. Dong Chaocheng blushed and said embarrassedly.

"Up, grass, you can't be a download, right?" Zhang Sanqian asked, flashed through everyone, and rushed towards Dong Chaocheng's computer.

"Three thousand. Dong Chaocheng's face changed, and he shouted in embarrassment.

Zhang Sanqian ignored it at all, and had rushed to the side of the computer, and there was a software called Xiaohei House on the screen, which was used by Dong Chaocheng to code words, and then there was an address link, which was the background of Longitudinal Chinese.

"Good guy, Lao Dong, you are awesome, you actually make money by writing yourself. Zhang Sanqian exaggerated.

"Really? Lao Dong, write, ha, yes, you can write it yourself. Xu Nan said.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing, just write casually. Lao Dong was vague, and his face looked embarrassed.

"How about I open the grades. Zhang Sanqian was about to move the mouse as he spoke, Dong Chaocheng rushed forward one step ahead of him, and said vaguely, "What, just write casually." ”