Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Chumu: “…”

He looked at the snowy sea and said, "Snowy sea? ”

Snow Sea took two cups, poured himself a full cup and brought Trumu another.

“Dude, you know...”

He smothered half a glass of white wine and his eyes were red: "Yesterday, my Avenue TV was retreated. ”

Chumu was shocked.

The Avenue is a series of books in the snow sea.

This book is not ideal, nor is it endless.

But even so, Trumu didn't expect the copyright to be struck down.

And Chumu knows that several consecutive films and television books in the snowy sea have worked with the same company.

He thought that even in terms of the strength and reputation of the snowy sea, and the benefits of the once-in-a-lifetime film and television, the company would not have done so obviously.

Seems to see what he thinks, Snow Sea drinks up the rest of the drink again and laughs: “This is the capitalist. ”

Trumu can only comfort the snowy seas.

“They don't want one, just another. After all these years, why do you have to look so heavy? ”

Snow Sea shook his head endlessly: "Truth be told, I'm not bad for the copyright money, I just don't feel right. And..."

“... Spring and Autumn, I'm old. ”

Old, or yes, Jiang Lang just ran out.

This has been felt more and more profoundly in the recent past.

He had never been so depressed.

Avenue didn't do well, and his first thought was to open a new book.

But the new book envisioned several, and began with more than a dozen.

The worse it gets.

The worse the writing goes.

Open the document in a few days and you won't be able to read anything yourself.

He had to admit that he was no longer the one who, with the help of God, could go all the way down the snow sea with inspiration.

At an older age, the mind begins to become rigid, and the spiritual energy is slowly extinguished.

He's still looking.

So it's clear that the beginnings that you force yourself to write, even if you send a new book, won't be much better than Avenue.

What he was really afraid of was not a movie and television copyright thing on Avenue, but that.

He can't tell anybody.

Including Chu's Spring Autumn.

The top god of the Apocalypse literature network, Snow Sea, is no longer inspired, Jiang Lang is exhausted.

Just think of the news everywhere, and the snow sea will panic infinitely.

He poured himself another glass of wine and looked up at his friend in front of him.

Chu's Spring Autumn is so young.

He doesn't sell people, he doesn't sell faces, he doesn't broadcast live, he doesn't even interact with fans very often.

But after all these years, one new book was better than the other, and he never jumped one.

It is a terrible gift.

The more Snow Sea looks at him, the more bitter he thinks about himself.

“Dude, I envy you, every new book that comes out is a big hot IP. Come on, cheers! ”

Chumu: “…”

He hesitated for a moment, watching as he sat across the street in a desolate snowy sea, or held up a glass.

Spicy wine runs down the pipe into the stomach, reaches the finish line and blows up all at once.

Hot air went straight into his face, and he was halfway through his head.

That's why Trumu barely drinks outside.

He has a poor alcohol content.

Almost a pour.

It's just one bite, and he's already got a little bit of a head start.