Otherworldly Merchant

Brother Wei said that dripping blood into the pen is equivalent to giving his soul to a fresh flower pen. In a short period of time, he can write a great system, but the price is death!

As long as blood does not drip into the pen, the negative effect is less intense, that is, the degree of dizziness and hair loss. In that case, the peanut pen also plays a weak role, but the fine water flows long, and it still provides inspiration for a writer to eat fragrance for many years.

I asked him who the writer was, and he said a name, and I stunned, and it was really a cyber troll.

Of course I took this money. Wiggo begged me to lift the spell. I told him to ask for blessings. If he did anything wrong again, I would kill him with a more vicious method.

If this scumbag was put in my grandfather's time, a few shady traders closed the door to get rid of him, but in today's legal society, I don't take casual lives, although I really want to kill him.

I went back to find Li Mazi, and what surprised me was that he was talking to the northeastern man while smoking, as if he was on the brink.

“Zhang Jia Xiao, you're back, let me introduce you to the friend I just made.” Li Mazi greeted him.

The northeast man smiled and squinted: “I didn't know Tarzan. Mr. Li told me that you were in this business, so you were guilty. ”

He told us that he was a businessman and that his fortune had been bad lately, hoping that we could sell him a piece of dirt to change his fortune, so I left him a business card and asked him to come to my store.

When I left, I told Li Mazi the reason for the incident, and Li Mazi scolded: “It's too bad to make money, it's not the way to make money. ”

And then hippie smiled again: “But I didn't think this pen was worth 10 million. Zhang Jia Xiao, are you going to meet the writer? ”

“Of course!” I nodded heavily.

I told Li Mazi to go back to the hostel. Meng Dongno is now in a hurry and may have to be taken to the hospital.

I went back to the antique shop myself, closed the door for a while, broke the link between the peanut pen and Meng Dongno and sealed it.

The peanut pens were kept in the store, and the wrongful souls of the four writers followed, but with the completion of the pit filling plan, they also wished, one after the other disappeared, and I paid 100,000 yuan for the writing fee, but it didn't hurt at all.

Soon Meng Dongno recovered, he came to visit once, saying that he was really obsessed, thanks to my help.

I asked him how the script was, and he said he was writing it, of course, not so fast, but it should sell for a good price.

After about half a month, the cyber troll approached me, hoping I could sell him the pen for a detailed price.

I arranged a meeting with him to discuss it in detail, and then went with Li Mazi and Yin Xinyue, because he was also a celebrity, and we met in secret at a hotel.

The writer was also red-handed in the northern and southern parts of Dajiang Province. He wrote a number of hits on the breaking billion of online works. Several of them were adapted into large games. Later, the more money he earned, the busier he was to socialize every day, participate in various shows, gradually destroy talent, and eventually he couldn't write anything.

Apart from Jiang Lang, I can't think of a better word to describe his current situation.

He wanted me to sell him the peanut pen anyway, and I asked him, "Did you know that the last shady businessman who promised to sell you the pen killed four writers for your 10 million day price? ”

“Is there such a thing? I'm sorry, I had no idea.” The other party expressed their regret.

“They're not famous for you, but they work harder than you are today! They also have ambitious dreams, but this pen kills them. As long as you have this pen, you can continue to write your novel with their talent and enjoy the praise of the world. I'm sorry, I can't sell it to you, because a person's talent is priceless, how much you own is how much, one day Jiang Lang will run out, you must also face reality..."

They frowned and said: "Listen to you, you want to raise the price? Go ahead, how much you want. ”

I laughed and did the most amazing thing of my life. I snapped and folded the peanut pen into two pieces and threw it in front of him. Li Mazi beside him stunned and opened his mouth wide.

I stalled, “This pen shouldn't exist! ”

The other side was furious: “You're so ignorant and arrogant. You know how it feels to be on your back all night, but you can't type a word? Do you know how heartbroken it is to be rushed and insulted by readers and even abandoned by them? You think I'm willing to be told all day long that Jiang Lan is dead! ”

After that, he held his head and cried.

I think it's all his own fault, I read his tweet, he shows off his luxury life every day, opens a bottle of wine for a million, buys a table for 10 million, completely submerged in material enjoyment, indifferent to reality.

Inspired by life, when a writer encloses himself in an aerial pavilion, the inspiration gradually dries up. Just as when the official luck of Hengtong's river drowned, when literature reached its peak, Jiang Lang ran out.

Whatever the circumstances of life, a writer should not forget his or her mind so that he or she can have constant creative inspiration.

After leaving the hotel, Li Mazi blamed me: “Did you really break that pen? That's $10 million! It's taller than your money! Aren't you a bit of a pervert lately? ”

“No, why am I so noble? ”

I laughed and took the intact fresh flower pen out of my arms. Of course I was not that stupid. All I had just broken was a fake. In order to keep the writer alive, I would save it for now until I found the most suitable buyer I knew.

But last night I tried a little bit, and the peanut pen was truly remarkable. As for my creations, it was a love letter to Yin Xinyue.

I gave her this love letter, and she read it in her hand, tears pouring in her eyes: "Brother Zhang, I was so moved that you could write such a beautiful love poem. ”

“Actually, I had a dream of being a writer when I was a kid, but unfortunately without that talent, would you like to kiss me?” I don't want to talk face to face.

Yin Xinyue came over and kissed me in the face. Li Mazi shouted: “Under the public, will you pay some attention to the influence? ”

“Leave if you can't get used to it! ”

“Okay, I'll go home to my wife, you two get tired of it.” Li Mazi's drummed away.

Yin Xinyue grabbed my arm and asked: "Honey, the incident is over. Shall we go on a trip and relax? ”

I said, "No, I promised the classmate that I would talk to him about my experiences for two years and provide him with some creative material. ”

“Well, if it's written, I'll be the first to read it!” Yin Xinyue was so excited.