"Do you think you are a great writer? You still 'want to write this story'. How can you, a thirty-year-old fool, have the right to talk about love? You still say 'it doesn't matter if you can't sell it well'. Which rich family do you think you are? The balance on your bank card is only a few hundred yuan, why do you pretend to be so noble! What kind of love, hard work and perseverance is something that only a kid can believe. Don't you, an adult like you, know how to recognize the reality?"
The editor looked at a pile of manuscript papers and scolded Linglong so hard.
One year later,
"I don't care what method you use, whether you want to be miserable or flattering, you must sign Linglong to me!"
The immediate superior gave instructions with a slap in the face.
The editor turned around and walked out of the office.
"I'm sorry, I'm Miss Linglong's agent. You can't see her without an appointment."
Linglong looked at the name of the former editor on the table with a strange look on her face. She had long forgotten who it was.
"Miss Linglong, it is rumored that YU Company has offered you a sincere contract with a royalties of hundreds of millions?"
"Yes, but I like freedom, so I pushed it."
"Then your "Tweet Order" has become popular all over the world. Now IP adaptations are very popular. Do you have any plans to sell the copyright to film and television companies?"
"I write books because I like them, and I won't do these irrelevant things."
The interviewing reporter looked at the female writer in front of her with admiration, the number one best-selling novel in the world.
Cute new author, the heroine is dedicated to her career, no cp
Intention: If you generate electricity for love, there will be miracles
