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Chapter 169: The Dilemma of "The Reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor", Cao Sheng's Email
Car dealerships can help you get license plates.

But Cao Sheng wanted to choose a license plate similar to Brother Huang Qingya's, so it was not convenient to ask the car dealership to do it for him. It would be better for him to choose it himself.

You never know, he actually picked a license plate with the same last digit as Huang Qingya's.

It’s a bit regrettable that it takes a few days to get the license plate and it can’t be installed on his car immediately.

……

When Cao Sheng was choosing the license plate number.

A certain middle school.

Xue Ping, who was writing "The Reincarnation of the Emperor of Heaven", came to the dormitory door of a male colleague with a stack of his manuscripts in his left hand and a few homemade buns in his right hand.

This male colleague was his college classmate. After graduation, he came to this middle school to teach with him. Because they were college alumni, they gradually became friends after coming to this middle school.

His family is much better off than his and there is a computer in the dormitory. He recently came here to borrow this colleague's computer to upload his handwritten "The Reincarnation of the Emperor of Heaven".

However, what surprised him was that the dormitory door was closed today. It was not locked, but it was closed tightly. He reached out and pushed the door, but it didn't open. It was obviously bolted from the inside.

"Why are you closing the door in broad daylight?"

He muttered, without thinking too much, and raised his hand to knock on the door, and raised his voice to shout twice: "Teacher Wang? Teacher Wang! I know you are in there, why are you closing the door? Open the door! I brought you a big meat bun! Open the door quickly!"

There was a sudden loud bang in the dormitory, along with a young woman's cry of pain.

Then, Teacher Wang's angry voice came from inside: "Get lost! Xue Ping! Are you done yet? You come to my place every day to use my computer, and you come again today? Get lost! Damn! Hiss..."

Outside.

Xue Ping's expression became a little stiff after being scolded, and his face turned visibly red. He looked down at the manuscript in one hand and the bun in the other.

He roughly guessed what was going on inside.

It should be Teacher Wang’s girlfriend who came, and they were probably making out just now.

He could understand Teacher Wang's anger at being interrupted, but he was a grown-up and a teacher after all, and he still felt uncomfortable being scolded by his colleague and university alumni.

Very unpleasant.

He didn't say another word, pursed his lips, lowered his head and turned away.

The dormitory where he, his wife and children lived was only three rooms away from Teacher Wang's dormitory, so he quickly returned home, sat down in the small living room, put down the manuscript and buns in his hands, frowned and pursed his lips, reached out to pick up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of boiled water.

His wife came out of the kitchen, wiping the water stains on her hands on the apron around her waist, and sighed to him: "A Ping, Teacher Wang was scolding you just now, right? Don't use his computer in the future. Your novel..."

After a pause, she continued, "Just don't publish it! I've advised you a long time ago that it's better for you to spend time with your children after work. Look at you, in order to write your novel, you write whenever you have time, and often write until late at night. Haven't you noticed that your son doesn't want you anymore? Besides, what is the kind of thing you wrote? The Emperor of Heaven reincarnated into a crow? Reincarnated again into a ghost? Who would like to read this kind of novel? Don't you think so?"

Xue Ping held the teacup in both hands and lowered his head to listen to his wife's scolding.

After his wife finished speaking, he was silent for a moment before he whispered back, "There are still some people reading it. The website recently recommended me for publication. Maybe if I hold on for a while longer, I'll have a chance to get published."

The wife couldn't help laughing, "Stop dreaming! Do you look like a writer? How dare you dream of publishing? Ah Ping! You are not young anymore, please stop dreaming about this, okay? Can't you just teach your books honestly? If you have the time, you can help me with the housework! You are so old, and you still have this kind of daydream. I feel ashamed for you."

Xue Ping: “…”

Seeing him like this, his wife shook her head, sighed, and said nothing more. She turned and went back into the kitchen. Soon the sound of washing dishes was heard from the kitchen.

Xue Ping turned his head slightly and looked at the manuscript beside him.

This is a stack of letter paper, on which are his neatly written manuscripts with a fountain pen. Every word is beautiful, and every word shows his hard work.

The way he wrote this book is very different from the way ordinary online writers write books.

As a Chinese teacher, he is always very serious about writing. Not only did he look up a lot of information and make a complete outline, but when writing each chapter, he also adopted the attitude of writing essays when he was a student.

But now...

The middle school where he teaches is in the town, and there is no Internet cafe in the town.

He went to an Internet cafe in the county town and was told it cost three yuan per hour, which was too expensive.

Especially for someone like him who had just learned to type, the Internet fee of three yuan per hour for uploading manuscripts in an Internet cafe was really too expensive.

He can now only type a few hundred words an hour.

It costs at least ten yuan in internet fees to upload a chapter of the manuscript.

He couldn't bear it.

His wife would not agree with him wasting money like this.

However, the boss of the Internet cafe last time said that if you book it all night, it would be cheaper, from midnight to dawn, only 12 yuan.

At this moment, he was looking at his manuscript and wanted to go to the Internet cafe in the county town to book a night.

But he heard that the county town was rather chaotic at night, with the streets full of hooligans. Moreover, there were no street lights on the road when riding a bike to the county town at night. If the moon in the sky was not bright enough, he would probably ride into the ditch on the side of the road.

Even so, he was reluctant to give up the novel.

Especially when I think about how Zhongyuan Yidianhui was recently in the newspapers again.

This time, Zhongyuan Yidianhui actually wrote a script and sold it to Hong Kong. The newspaper said that the script was sold for 50 RMB. Moreover, many big directors and big stars in Hong Kong have joined the film. "A one-man martial arts world?"

He muttered softly, feeling that these words fit his current situation very well. He had been writing "The Reincarnation of the Emperor of Heaven" until now, and not only did his wife not support him, but all his relatives and friends who knew he was writing it also advised him not to write it, saying that he was wasting time and daydreaming.

Despite everyone's opposition, he has persisted in writing until now.

It's like a small mountain village, there was a young man who liked to practice martial arts. Everyone advised him not to practice and not to waste time, but this young man insisted on practicing.

……

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

When Xue Ping was in trouble, Cao Sheng was driving a BMW with one hand.

The driver's window was lowered to the bottom. He placed one hand on the window frame and the other on the steering wheel. The wind blowing in from the window made his hair fly, and he looked very comfortable.

He had already experienced the predicament that Xue Ping was facing now.

Every author who has just started writing online articles has basically encountered a similar dilemma as the one Xue Ping is facing now.

Only those who can persist can see the rewards.

Most people become discouraged and give up before they can persist for long.

After all, although this line of work seems to have no barriers to entry, the road at the beginning is too steep, and many people see cliffs.

Moreover, there is no grass growing on this cliff.

But everyone who wants to go up is required to climb to the top of the cliff with bare hands.

The difficulty is too great.

No one teaches you how to write, and there is no one around you to support you. What you write after racking your brains, when you publish it, is either ignored by readers or criticized.

When your work becomes a little popular, there will be jealous colleagues who come to mess with your mentality. One will scold you for writing a bad piece, and another will suggest that you stop writing, go out and find a job, and work honestly!

Those with a slightly worse mentality cannot hold on.

Cao Sheng’s mentality was still good, and he persisted until the day when he drove the BMW with one hand.

Back to the residence.

Coming to the study on the second floor, he logged into his mailbox and wanted to see the content of the email sent by Wang Jing, but found that there were a lot of unread emails in his mailbox today.

There were more than thirty of them.

There are three letters from Wang Jing.

Some were sent by publishing houses as well.

There were also some messages sent by high school and college classmates.

And some emails from unknown people.

Seeing this, he smiled bitterly, thinking that it would probably take him an hour or two to deal with so many emails.

The idea of ​​opening a studio or hiring an assistant to help him handle these things flashed through his mind again.

Following the principle of starting with the easy and then moving on to the difficult, he first read the emails sent to him by his classmates.

Seven or eight emails were sent by his high school classmates, basically congratulating him on the success of his novel and script. Besides congratulations, they also caught up with him about the past.

Most of them had not been in contact with him since they graduated from high school.

He made good use of his time and responded to each email briefly with three or five sentences.

He knew that his reply was so short that these classmates might be disappointed and might even say that he had become famous and successful and had become arrogant.

But his time and energy are limited. If he replies to every email carefully, he won't have anything else to do all day.

After replying to emails from his high school classmates, he began to reply to emails from his college classmates and several alumni.

Some were sent by my former roommates Song Chao and Pang Yunhai, some were sent by Jiang Xiaoshuang from the school radio station, and some were sent by a junior schoolmate named Tong Xin.

The name Tong Xin looked familiar to him.

After thinking for a while, he remembered that on the second day of the school's New Year's Eve party, he seemed to have heard several male classmates mention this name when they were discussing it.

I vaguely remember them saying that this junior girl had very long legs.

When he saw that this junior school girl said in the email that she had given him an apple in the school cafeteria on Christmas Eve last time, he realized belatedly that this junior school girl that his classmates had been talking about before was actually his little fan girl.

He didn't know how this schoolgirl got his email account.

But it didn't matter, he replied with a few polite words and continued to deal with other emails.

The email sent by Jiang Xiaoshuang is quite interesting.

She said in the email: "Did you know? The promotional video we shot together for the school was recently on the news of Huizhou TV. I also saw the promotional photos we shot together on the cover of my cousin's admission letter. My cousin even asked who you are and said that we look like a couple. Haha, isn't that funny?"

(End of this chapter)