Back to 1997, I became the originator of online literature

Chapter 509 Data Surge
A Diao is a 19-year-old unemployed youth.

Since graduating from junior high school at the age of 16, he had been aimlessly hanging around in the county town, going to billiard halls to play billiards with people, and occasionally gambling with others, winning or losing some money. Fortunately, he was good at billiards and won more than he lost, which became a way for him to earn money.

He occasionally goes to a dance hall to have some fun; it's there that he transformed from a boy into a man, and from an ordinary man into a seasoned veteran.

I occasionally go to the ice rink, where I can find pretty female students.

His main income came from "rich people" asking him for favors, such as shop owners, mahjong parlor owners, and relatively wealthy students at school.

These people considered him a thug and were willing to pay him to settle their disputes.

He wasn't actually a good fighter, but he dared to fight. Most ordinary people wouldn't dare to fight at all, always afraid of going to jail if they won or being hospitalized if they lost. But he wasn't afraid of any of that, so he was always successful when he took money to do things, and became a well-known hoodlum in the county.

Few people know that he actually loves reading.

I used to enjoy reading martial arts novels, but in the last two years I've preferred online novels.

A year ago, he learned how to use the internet.

Every night when I have nothing to do, I like to find an internet cafe, turn on a computer that the owner doesn't dare charge me for, grab a drink that the owner doesn't dare ask for money from, smoke a cigarette, and sit there until the middle of the night, sometimes even until dawn.

Before leaving, they would take a bucket of instant noodles that the owner dared not accept payment for.

That evening, he went into the internet cafe again, grabbed a bottle of Coke, turned on a computer, opened Qidian.com, and prepared to find a novel to read.

He was actually very confused about his future and had no hope for his prospects.

He knew that if he continued down this path, he wouldn't have a good ending.

But he didn't want to learn a trade from others, nor did he want to work in a factory like everyone else. He couldn't bring himself to do that, and he couldn't stand the humiliation.

He's currently just getting by in real life.

Only a series of captivating novels could allow him to forget the confusion of reality and immerse himself in a wonderful spiritual world.

"I wonder if 'The Romance of Chinese Martial Arts' has been updated yet..."

He muttered to himself, then suddenly caught a glimpse of a new announcement on the Qidian homepage—Zhongyuan Yidianhui's brand new masterpiece, "Cultivation..."

The notice board did not display a complete title, only these few words.

But that was enough to attract A-Diao's attention.

Because his favorite novels are almost all written by Zhongyuan Yidianhui, he considers himself a fan of Zhongyuan Yidianhui's books.

"Ah Hui has written a new book again? Revising? Revising what? It's not going to be about fixing bicycles, is it? Hehe."

He muttered to himself, chuckled softly, and clicked on the title to see the full name of Zhongyuan Yidianhui's new book—"Cultivation Chat Group".

He was surprised.

He didn't expect Zhongyuan Yidianhui to publish a new book again. He remembered that "The Romance of Chinese Martial Arts" was not very long and should be far from being finished. Why did Zhongyuan Yidianhui publish a new book again?

Filled with doubt and curiosity, he clicked on the link below the public post, which redirected him to the book page of "Cultivation Chat Group".

The book title and synopsis immediately caught A-Diao's eye.

Before long, he finished reading the first two chapters of the book.

After finishing reading, he returned to the page of "Cultivation Chat Group," scrolled down to the book review section, and stared blankly at the freshly published reviews.

"Two chapters for a new book? That's not enough! Ah Hui! I advise you to release ten more chapters right away, or you'll face the consequences!"

"Ah Hui! Is 'The Romance of Chinese Martial Arts' coming to an end? I hope you can reply. I'm waiting online, it's urgent!"

"Great! Keep updating!"

"A modern urban cultivation story? Ah Hui is writing an urban cultivation story too! That's great! Hurry up and release all the free chapters! It'll be available for purchase tomorrow, and I promise to subscribe!"

"Double-working? Ah Hui, you already have assets worth hundreds of millions, why are you still working so hard? You're making me look like I'm not ambitious!"

……

In front of the computer.

As A Diao read through the book reviews, especially the one he had just read, it resonated with him. The fact that Zhongyuan Yidianhui, whose assets were already over 100 million, was still working so hard and writing two books at the same time made him feel ashamed of his own lack of ambition.

He also aspired to achieve dazzling success, be admired by many, and reap both fame and fortune, just like Zhongyuan Yidianhui.

But he knew his level of education was too low.

Not only does he only have a junior high school diploma, but he also didn't study seriously during his three years of junior high school. His academic performance was always at the bottom of the class, with only his elementary school grades being decent.

But can the little bit of knowledge I learned in elementary school support me in writing a novel?
He knew very well that he couldn't write it.

He sat motionless in front of the computer for over an hour, his expression gradually changing. He gritted his teeth, got up, grabbed the Coke from the table, and left the internet cafe.

In those days, the streets of county towns were very empty at night.

Young women rarely dare to go out alone after nightfall.

Because it would be dangerous if you ran into a group of thugs.

Of course, A-Diao was not afraid.

In the past two years, he has become a well-known gangster in this county, and the streets at night are his home turf.

But tonight, after leaving the internet cafe, he didn't walk around carelessly as usual. He walked silently step by step until he reached an intersection. He sat down on the curb, opened his Coke and took two sips. His eyes were fixed on the empty street, the dim streetlights, and the occasional passing car.

He sat on the curb by the roadside for an unknown amount of time before suddenly looking down and pulling out his flip phone from his jeans pocket.

Find a number he has never dialed before.

The nickname for this number is: "Bastard".

The call connected, and his father's voice came through the phone, "A-Diao? A-Diao, is that you?"

A-Diao didn't answer. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I want to learn a skill. Can you help me find a skilled master?"

His father was shocked. "What? You want me to find you a skilled craftsman? Are you alright? This is none of your business! Go find your mother! Don't cause me any trouble!"

After saying that, the phone was hung up.

A-Diao closed his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, opened his eyes again, and dialed "Bastard's" number again.

As soon as the call connected, his father's angry voice came through the phone, "You son of a bitch... Didn't I tell you to go find your mother? Your mother is with someone else, not dead! Didn't she find you a stepfather? You have a biological mother and a stepfather, what are you looking for me for? Do I know any skilled craftsmen? Get out!"

Seeing that the call was about to be disconnected again, A-Diao shouted in a deep voice, "If you dare to hang up again, I'll break your legs when you go home for the New Year!!"

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

A moment later, his father's angry shouts rang out, "You dare? I'll beat you to death!"

A-Diao's expression calmed down, and he said indifferently, "You can try! If you dare to fight back, I'll stab you."

His dad: "..."

Thanks to A Diao's aimless wandering over the past few years, he not only made a name for himself in this county, but his bad reputation also spread back to his rural hometown.

Of course, the news also reached his father's ears.

So his seemingly casual threat really frightened his father.

After a moment, his father's tone softened, "You! How dare you talk to me like that? What trade do you want to learn? Tell me! I'll find you a good master, okay? Tell me now!"

A-Diao looked up at the countless stars in the night sky, took a deep breath, and said, "A chef or a hairdresser is fine. If you can't find a skilled master, any other skill will do, but the master's skills must be excellent. If you dare to find some mediocre person to fool me, unless you never come home again, you can prepare to lie in bed for months!"

"Damn it! How did I give birth to such a thing? Alright, alright! I know! I'll help you figure something out! I'll find you a skilled craftsman, okay?"

The phone hangs up.

A-Diao opened the Coke bottle and took another sip. He was still confused about his future.

But he has decided to give it a try.

He then thought of Zhongyuan Yidianhui's new book. Zhongyuan Yidianhui was already so rich, yet he was still working so hard. His net worth was over 100 million, and he was still writing two novels at the same time. It was simply outrageous.

But he learned something from Zhongyuan Yidianhui.

……

Qidian released such an announcement.

The data for the "Cultivation Chat Group" published this morning started to skyrocket, as if it had been given an accelerator.

The total number of clicks rose from over 10,000 to over 20,000 in less than half an hour. At this time, Cao Sheng had just taken off his clothes on the bed in a room of the Oriental Sunrise Hotel in Huizhou.

By the time Qian Zhenyu had taken off all her clothes, the total number of clicks for "Cultivation Chat Group" had risen to over 23,000.

When Qian Zhenyu cried out in pain, the total number of clicks for "Cultivation Chat Group" rose to over 28,000.

When Cao Sheng took a break, the total number of clicks for "Cultivation Chat Group" reached more than 34,000.

At the same time, the number of people collecting this new book is also skyrocketing.

Before Qidian released this announcement, the number of people who had collected "Cultivation Chat Group" had just exceeded 1,000. After all, it was a new book that was only published this morning and had not been promoted at all, so it had almost no exposure.

When Cao Sheng and Qian Zhenyu finished and lay side by side on the edge of the bed, panting, the number of people who had collected "Cultivation Chat Group" had exceeded five thousand.

The number of comments in the book review section is also skyrocketing.

Before the announcement was released by Qidian, there were only a little over three hundred posts.

When Cao Sheng caught his breath and asked Qian Zhenyu, "Was it good?"

The number of posts has surged to over 2,100.

More than an hour later, when Cao Sheng got up and started getting dressed, and Qian Zhenyu lay in bed watching silently, the number of recommendation votes had risen from just over a thousand before the announcement to over eight thousand.

When Cao Sheng came out of the shower and got dressed, his phone rang. He took out his phone and glanced at it.

It was a message from Wang Zuxian: "Around what time are you coming over tonight? Can you hurry?"

Qian Zhenyu: "Are you really going back? Why don't you sleep here tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Sheng looked at Qian Zhenyu, whose face was the only part of her body visible under the covers, and smiled, "I have a problem; I'm not used to sleeping in different beds. It takes me several days to get used to it."

Qian Zhenyu didn't know whether what he said was true or false.

But she had heard that the richer a person is, the more demanding their requirements are for food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

For example, some people only eat the heart of the vegetable.

For example, some people only wear clothes from one or two brands.

For example, some people never sleep on hotel sheets, and even if they occasionally travel and stay in a hotel, they will ask someone to change their sheets and blankets to their own.

and many more.

She just didn't expect that Cao Shengcai would develop such a problem in just a few years after he rose to prominence.

She smiled with a complicated expression and nodded slightly. "Okay! Be careful on your way home, and send me a message to let me know you're safe when you get home, okay?"

Cao Sheng smiled back, "Okay! Then you should go to sleep early!"

After hesitating for a moment, he walked over, kissed her on the forehead, and said, "Goodnight!"

"good night!"

Qian Zhenyu watched him leave the room.

Cao Sheng stepped into the elevator, dialed Huang Lijun's number, and said, "Drive the car to the hotel entrance and wait for me!"

Huang Lijun: "Okay, boss!"

……

About half an hour later.

Accompanied by Huang Lijun and Qu Hai, Cao Sheng arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel and knocked on Wang Zuxian's door.

Wang Zuxian, who opened the door, was wearing a black silk nightgown. The black nightgown made her skin look even whiter than snow. As soon as she entered, Cao Shenggang closed the door.

She wrapped her arms around Cao Sheng's neck like a snake and offered him a sweet kiss.

Lip points.

She smiled and said, "You've finally arrived! Look how late it is! It's past 10 o'clock! I thought you weren't coming tonight!"

Cao Sheng was always very restrained in matters of love and sex.

Before his rebirth, although he didn't have much money, he only did that kind of thing with women once a day.

It's not that he's physically unwell.

In fact, he always had plenty of energy to spare.

He just didn't want to do too much, as it would harm his health.

But he didn't want to disappoint his woman, so he diligently studied various techniques and successfully doubled his time each time.

Ultimately, one can reach a level of mastery that lasts for more than an hour.

But tonight...

A completely new situation has emerged before him—three women: Qian Zhenyu, Wang Zuxian, and Tan Yu.

He had already used it on Qian Zhenyu once.

At this moment, we arrived at Wang Zuxian's place.

Even though Wang Zuxian is very beautiful, he still wants to conserve his strength.

I don't want to break my own rule of not firing a second shot.

Although he had long since broken the habit of firing a second shot in his past life, he still tries to be careful in his daily life.

So, after he sat down in Wang Zuxian's room, he took the bottled water she handed him and started chatting with her about his recent situation, her work, and so on.

He hoped to just chat tonight, but Wang Zuxian didn't like idle chatter.

She insisted on sitting on his lap and chatting with her arms around his neck.

What's the point of even talking about this?

……

Magic City.

Zhu Weilian, who had already gone home to rest, was still thinking about Cao Sheng's "Cultivation Chat Group" and couldn't sleep soundly. While Cao Sheng was being passively kissed by Wang Zuxian, Zhu Weilian got up and went to the study, turned on the computer, and went to the Qidian homepage.

He originally wanted to check if there were any new chapters for "Cultivation Chat Group" on Qidian.com.

Unexpectedly, I saw an advertisement for "Cultivation Chat Group" on the Qidian homepage announcement board.

Arriving at the page of "Cultivation Chat Group", I saw that this new book had a very beautiful cover, and all the data were many times higher than at noon.

(End of this chapter)