I Write Novels Solely to Make Money

The well-known magazine Voices is suffering a steep drop in sales. Its old rival, Chitchat, has just introduced a beautiful female author. The deputy editor slaps his forehead. “Then we’ll promote a handsome male author!”

The male authors are even rarer than the deputy editor’s hair!

The overworked staff are out of ideas, so they go scouting on the street.

And they really do find a handsome man.

The handsome man smiles faintly. “How did you know I was a handsome author?”

“?”

Web novelist Xie Zhao wakes up one day in the body of an impoverished college student. To make money, he writes every genre imaginable, highbrow and lowbrow alike, with a whole arsenal of secret identities. As long as he has enough secret identities, his readers can’t keep up with him.

“At this point, there are less than 24 hours before the legendary tyrant is assassinated.”

“He is the legendary Zhang Lang, the very incarnation of a cockroach.”

One hundred yuan per thousand characters, selling his looks.

Five hundred yuan per thousand characters, and the protagonist fights a minor boss, then a mid-level boss, then a major boss, writing until the end of time.

He’ll even hawk medicine for nail fungus, cockroaches, and psoriasis in his novels. No problem.

In short, he writes purely for the money.

CP: Shen Zhuo, nicknamed Mr. Straightforward, Jerry, Mr. Manly, Steel Guy, and Mr. Happy. A ridiculous CEO versus an online novelist.

Theme: Good works attract good readers