A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 134 I'm just writing a book, not committing a crime!

The incident happened quite suddenly?
In the afternoon, the fat man thought there was nothing to do, so he thought of going out for a walk or going to an Internet cafe to relax.

When he was halfway there, he saw his best friend Zhang Wenle running towards him in a hurry, heading towards the east gate.

He stopped Zhang Wenle and subconsciously shouted at him:
"Monkey, what's going on?"

Zhang Wenle walked hurriedly, and didn't even stop when responding to him:

"There's a fight at the East Gate!"

As soon as he heard the word "fight", the fat man was no longer sleepy.

The Chinese people often have the attribute of enjoying watching the fun, no matter how big the event.

Don't even mention trivial matters like fighting. If you catch a Chinese person, you can say:

"There's a gunfight over there, there's a shootout over there!"

If it were a foreigner, his first subconscious reaction would definitely be to turn around and run.

But if it is a Chinese, especially a Chinese who likes to watch the fun and no matter how big the event.

When he heard the news that there was a gunfight, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he became very excited and started rushing to the crime scene:
"I want to see what's going on."

It was with this mentality that when he heard that there was a fight at the East Gate, Fatty followed Monkey Zhang Wenle excitedly and came over:

"How can I watch the fun without my fat grandpa?"

I thought I was just a supporting role.

Who would have thought that as soon as he arrived at the East Gate, the fat man discovered in despair -

Have I become the fucking protagonist?
No one knew what was going on. The fat guy had just arrived at the east gate and hadn’t even figured out what was going on.

A huge crowd of people surrounded him directly.
"You are Yang Wei, right?"

To be honest, when the fat guy heard this, he was more or less confused.

Why do I feel like you guys are scolding me?

"It's true that my name is Yang Wei, but I'm not impotent."

Just as Yang Wei wanted to explain the difference between the two to this group of people.

Unexpectedly, the strong man in the lead shouted:
"The one I fucking hit was Yang Wei!"

"Brothers, come on"

Then a group of people rushed towards the fat man aggressively.
The scene at the scene was extremely tragic at one point!
In other words, the fat man had thick skin and was more resistant to beatings. In addition, the security guards came to stop the fight in time, and he ran relatively fast, which prevented a tragedy from happening.

Seeing the fat man's dusty face and the footprints all over his body, Chu Tianjiao was immediately puzzled by his miserable appearance:
"What did you do, kid?"

"How come someone caught you and beat you up?"

"Could it be that you have any enemies outside?"

"Enemy?" The fat man wiped the slap marks on his face carefully, tears streaming down his face from the pain, "Really not!"

"I spend my days in the dormitory and the internet cafe, who else could I have any enemies?"

When he said this, the fat man suddenly remembered that the muscular men who were leading the group had been beating him while shouting at him:

"I won't write anymore!"

"Are you still going to write novels?"

"I'll see if you dare to write nonsense again in the future"

Writing a celebrity fan fiction can actually be true offline?

Chu Tianjiao immediately found it incredible:

“This is too outrageous.”

After hearing this, Jiang Hai finally understood what was going on.

This fat guy was most likely the scapegoat.

"Case solved!" In order to prevent the truth from being exposed, Jiang Hai intentionally or unintentionally began to lead the topic to the novel written by Fatty, "Fatty, think carefully, is there anything particularly out of the ordinary in the celebrity fan fiction you published on the novel website?"

Something out of the ordinary?
"No!" The fat man denied it, and then began to think carefully, "Celebrity YY fan fiction, isn't it just the same thing as the entertainment industry?"

"Stir here, stir there"

The problem lies here!
Jiang Hai keenly grasped the loophole in the fat man's words:
"Think about it, what are you writing? You're writing a fan fiction about Kong Xi!"

"Who is Kong Xi? She's a top movie star. You should have some idea of ​​how many fans she has in our drama, Cheng?"

"Do sasaeng fans know about this? They are so perverted that they even pick up the tissues that stars have used to wipe their noses and recycle them. What's more, you are the kind who openly slander the image of movie stars on public platforms, and criticize Kong Xi here and there."

After saying this, Jiang Hai stared at Yang Wei with an extremely serious look:

"Tell me, what have you written? Have those illegitimate fans who like Kong Xi known about it?"

"Can they spare you?"

You know what, to some extent, the logic of Jiang Hai's words
It seems to be self-consistent?
But the fat man still couldn't figure it out:

"There are so many authors who write Kong Xi YY fan fiction, why don't her fans deal with them, but only pick on me to deal with it?"

"I just wrote a YY story, and the other side sent out a battalion of soldiers to attack me. Is it necessary to do this?"

Jiang Hai's answer to the fat man was also concise and direct:
"Other authors who write this kind of celebrity fantasy stuff do so in secret, making a fortune in silence."

"You are so good, you wrote a YY article and wanted to let the whole world know about it?" "Tell me, you wrote a Kongxi fan fiction on Lu Chao's novel website. Not only in the class, but also in our entire grade, how many people don't know about it?"

At first, the fat man thought Jiang Hai's statement was extremely nonsense, but after careful consideration, he gradually realized
What Jiang Hai said makes sense?

At the beginning, in order to promote his new book "Stir-fried Kongxi", Fatty not only asked his two dormitorymates Jiang Hai and Chu Tianjiao to help promote it, but even the classmates in the next dormitory and class, anyone he knew and could get his attention, were forced to forward Fatty's new book in their circle of friends.

Although, under various pressures, he later changed the title of "Stir-fried Kongxi" to "I wrote celebrity fan fiction and was visited by the bitter queen",
This does not change the fact that this novel is essentially a YY novel!

Kong Xi already has a lot of fans, and she herself just came to Chengxi last week to promote the movie. At such a critical time.
He is still frantically promoting books in his circle of friends every day?
He committed the crime in front of someone's fans and fired at them right in front of them. If he doesn't get beaten, who will?
"Don't tell me, if we analyze it according to this logic." Chu Tianjiao thought seriously for a long time, and then slowly reacted, "Fatty, you beat me--"

"It seems like it's not unfair to be beaten?"

The pain from the slap on his face still made Yang Wei feel a little aggrieved:

"I never thought that I would be chased and attacked offline just for writing a fan fiction about a celebrity."

“If I had known this, I wouldn’t have written it.”

You mean calling the police?

Yang Wei had thought about it before.

However, if the police came and understood what happened:

"Why did they hit you?"

At that time, Yang Wei would have to explain to the police that he was beaten because he wrote some borderline novels on the Internet.
The thought that the fact that I wrote a borderline novel would be recorded and there was a high probability that it would be passed back home through the mouths of the police.

Others don’t care, but if these YY articles written by me are known by my parents at home:

"I sent you to school, and this is all you learned?"

What the fuck is the difference between this and social death?
"No, you must not call the police about this."

Seeing the fat guy looking confused and aggrieved, he was beaten for no reason even though he did nothing.

Jiang Hai also felt a little sorry for him, so he stepped forward and hugged Yang Wei's shoulders:

"Come on, Fatty, you've been wronged today."

"I'll take you out to relax, wash your feet and give you a massage, and get rid of your bad luck."

Fatty was a little uncomfortable with Jiang Hai's sudden kindness to him, and he could even say that he was a little flattered:
"Usually you always let me smoke a cigarette, why are you suddenly so generous to me today?"

"That's what I said." Jiang Hai looked at Yang Wei sincerely, "You are my good brother!"

"My good brother has been wronged. How can I, as his brother, ignore it?"

"Don't worry, if I find out who is behind you, I will definitely help you get rid of your anger."

Jiang Hai saw what happened to the fat man.

In order to avoid becoming the next Yang Wei, Jiang Hai has been trying to be extra careful with his whereabouts during this period.

I will never go to the cafe west of the old city again.

It is not convenient to type in public places such as teachers' libraries.

As for the dormitory?
The fat guy has been beaten like this, how dare he still type in the dormitory?
If Yang Wei knew that he was beaten for no reason on the road because he helped Jiang Hai to bear the disaster,
Then Jiang Hai might not even dare to close his eyes when sleeping?
It is also because there is almost no place in school where I can write quietly.

These days, Jiang Hai often goes to a place——

It’s an off-campus hotel!

The dormitory is too small for me, and I can't stay in the library, so it should be okay for me to spend 120 yuan to rent a room outside the school to write, right?

One hundred and twenty yuan, you can stay for a day and a night, you can take a shower and have a midnight snack in between, you don't have to worry about others peeking at your screen, and you don't have to care about the feelings of your roommates and classmates.
Is there any place better than a hotel to write?

I don't know why, but Jiang Hai always has a feeling that he is just writing a book and has not done anything illegal or sneaky.

But why is his life so tiring?

Even typing a word has to be done secretly.

I know, I know he is writing a book.

If you don’t know, you might think he is doing something illegal?
"I'm just writing a book, not committing a crime, why is my life so difficult every day?"

Jiang Hai lamented the impermanence of life.

While calculating the sales of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" in the domestic market during this period, he walked out of the school with his computer on his back and walked slowly towards the hotel.

At present, the 43 copies of the first and second issues of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" have been printed. According to the current market supply and demand, they will be sold in the next week.

All sold out!

Now he is faced with a problem -

Regarding the printing of three issues of "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", how many copies should be printed and how can we make a profit?

He calculated the funds he had on hand:

"The second month's payment for "The Female Tenant" is 136 million, which has been deposited into my account. Although "The Poor Ghost's Two Thousand Years" has ended, the payment has increased due to the strong promotion of Xingtian Chinese Network and the unconditional publicity and promotion by Red Star Wu Entertainment Media. This month's payment is 98."

To be honest, for a student, such a fee of several million is already a sky-high price.

But for Jiang Hai, maybe it is just enough?

Jiang Hai walked into the hotel without any precautions while calculating the funds he had available.

Little did he know that at the moment he entered the hotel, a figure quietly followed him into the store.
(End of this chapter)