I am doing evil in the collapsed world

Xia said casually that he was also a homebody when he was young, and there was no special change after he grew up, so Xia didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

But Blanca may not think so. As a parent, Xia can understand.

Blanka rubbed her temples, feeling a little exhausted. "A lot of Emperor-level Honkai Beast samples were delivered today. It seems like Rang has been a lot more generous recently. I'm a little uncomfortable with this."

Xia: "He's holding onto Mebius's money. It's unlikely he wouldn't be generous."

Whether it's the hair growth water or the aphrodisiac pills, they all come with a price tag. If he's not a bit more generous, he's not afraid that Mebius will get into trouble with him.

Xia's cell phone rang. He took out his phone and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number. He was a little confused, but still answered it.

A familiar voice came from the phone, "Is this Mr. Xia?"

That was Rita's voice.

Xia thought Rita had died in Changkong City and had given up hope on Rita, but he didn't expect to receive a call from her.

"It's me, you're still alive."

Xia asked in surprise.

Rita: "Of course I'm alive, otherwise who would pay your royalties? But it's so hard to get your contact information. You changed your number and didn't log in to change your contact information on the website."

Sitting in front of the computer, Rita sighed in distress, as if she had spent a lot of effort to get Xia's phone number.

Seeing that Xia was on the phone, Blanca left quietly so as not to disturb Xia's call.

Xia: "How did you get my phone number? This should be the private number of Fire Moth."

The Fire Moth is well made. How could it be so easy for someone to get it?

Rita: "I used a lot of connections to find out you work for Fire Moth, and I spent a lot of money to finally get your contact information. I never thought your confidentiality level in Fire Moth was so high."

Xia casually pulled out the computer chair and sat on it. "Even if the confidentiality level is high, you still got the number."

Rita: "That's different. I joined Firemoth just to get your phone number. I'm still a clerk in the cultural department of Firemoth. You haven't sent me a novel in ages!"

summer:"……"

I spent so much time and money, even joined Fire Moth as a clerk, just to rush the manuscript? What kind of editor is this? He is so dedicated.

Xia thought that Rita was looking for him for something important, or that she wanted to build a good relationship and develop the relationship further.

Xia felt that Rita was the only editor who could go to such lengths to urge submission of manuscripts.

Xia: "I've been a bit busy lately. I'm already working on my new book."

Rita: “So you’re just starting to create folders now, right?”

Generally speaking, if someone says something is almost finished, it means that the beginning has already been written. If someone says something is still being written, it means that the title has not been written yet and the folder has just been opened.

Although Xia is Rita's first author, as an editor, she still understands the general professional terms in the author circle.

Xia glanced at the unopened computer and said, "Almost. If you exclude the fact that I haven't turned on the computer yet, the folder should have been created."

Rita: "...Your hand will be rusty if you haven't written a novel in so long. Your readers are getting impatient and are about to raise funds to kill you offline."

Xia: "I'm at the Fire Moth First Research Institute. No one should want to go here."

The reputation of the First Institute is well-known around the world. Anyone who can go to the First Institute and kill himself alone should first consider not whether the kill can be successful, but how to get out of the First Institute alive.

Although the First Institute will not do anything to them, they don't know it.

The deterrent effect is still full.

"We can't continue to degenerate like this, Mr. Asha. Many readers have already sent their voting letters to my publishing house."

Xia: "Wait, your publishing house has been destroyed."

Changkong City was blown up, so it’s impossible for Rita’s publishing house to exist.

Rita: "I rebuilt a place in Mu Continent, although it's a rented house. I also reopened the website. Many readers voted for Mu Continent. Your "A Brief History of Time" was even ranked in the top ten of this year's romance literature list."

Xia: "...A Brief History of Time, Romance Literature Ranking, Top Ten?"

Sometimes we can recognize words when we read them separately, but when they are put together it is difficult to understand how these words are put together.

Rita: "Although you wrote A Brief History of Time, your other novels are all real-life works about other worlds, and they're all romance novels, so it's natural that you're ranked on the romance writers' list."

Rita: "So, naturally, your works are all listed on the literature list. This is normal, Mr. Axia."

No, no, no, this is not normal no matter how you think about it.

Rita: "Excuse me, are you free tomorrow? I have an interview. Would you like to accept it?"

Xia: "Tomorrow, I don't have much time. I want to go get a marriage certificate with my wife."

Rita: “Are you married?”

Xia: "I got married during this period, but I didn't hold the wedding. I felt it was a bit of a rip-off."

Rita: "Is that so? That's a shame. Mu Dalu Literature Network spent two million Mu Yuan to invite you for tomorrow's interview. Since you don't agree, I'll just turn it down."

Xia: "Wait, what did you say?"

Rita: "If you don't agree, I'll just push it off."

Xia: "I think I can agree."

Rita: "Aren't you going to get married tomorrow?"

Xia turned around in her computer chair and said, "I suddenly feel that there's no rush to get married. The day after tomorrow is fine. Hua won't care about such a small matter."

Playing with gold, after all, one million Mu Yuan is just enough to enrich Xia Gang's depleted piggy bank, and he can also buy some investment gold in the bank.

Xia felt that buying gold in a physical store was still a bit too expensive. Even gold bars had processing fees. It was still cheaper at the bank. Although the cheaper ones were few, as the gram weight increased, the cheaper ones would naturally increase.

Xia casually opened the drawer and took out a formation plate from it. He set it up and turned the gold into refined gold. Most of the useless brittle gold was thrown into the trash can by Xia. The refined gold flowed in his hands like a headless water snake emitting faint golden light.

Hua came down and took a look at the special energy fluctuations, and found that it was Xia playing with the fine gold, so he went up again.

From such a big piece of gold, only a piece of pure gold more than 20 centimeters long was made. It turns out that the more gold, the better.

Speaking of gold, Xia thought of Eden. It was a pity that he was now in the Fire Moth and was afraid that he could not contact Eden, and it would be difficult to ask for gold even if he contacted him.

Rita: "...Regarding the interview, are you really free tomorrow afternoon at 2 o'clock? Don't lie to me. If you really agree, I'll call them back and transfer the money to your bank card tomorrow afternoon."

Xia: "We have plenty of time, but what questions should we ask in the interview? Approximately how long will it take?"

"About half an hour. Mainly because our website has now partnered with the Mu Continent Literature Network. Your book can be viewed directly on the website. We should be able to make some money from subscriptions, so they asked for an interview to promote your book."

Rita explained the purpose of the interview, which was mainly to promote the book. "So you'd better think of the title of your next book now. Announcing it tomorrow will increase the hype and boost the initial sales. Mr. Axia, you don't want your book to go unsold and not make any money, do you?"

As soon as Xia agreed, Rita immediately knew what Xia was here for. Humph, what do you mean by having time? It was mainly because of the one million Mu Yuan.

But Xia is so rich, why does he still like money so much?

Xia: "Relying on subscription income...what does that mean?"

Rita: "They're going to offer a few chapters for free first and then charge for every subsequent chapter. But your book has so few words, you won't make much money even if you raise the price of a single chapter subscription."

Xia: "So the more words you write, the more money you make?"

Rita: "About the same. The most profitable book on Mudalu Literature Network this year was over five million words and earned about four million Mu Yuan, just counting e-subscriptions."

Four million Mu Yuan was just for electronic subscriptions, not including income from movies, TV series or physical books. Xia suddenly felt as if he had entered a blue ocean again.

Junior sister seldom talked about books with many words. Xia remembered that the book with the most words was Les Miserables, which only had about one million words in total. As for the love story, there was indeed a love story, but Xia thought it was just average and not very interesting. However, junior sister said that it was one of the most popular books in her world and was a best-seller in Europe, but Xia just didn't know how to appreciate it.

Xia: "If you put it that way, then I know what I'm going to write in my next book."

Rita: "You...you don't want to write a long novel for money, do you? Can you write a long novel?"

Rita had a bad feeling. Could it be that Xia was planning to write a novel for money? Had he ever written a novel? Weren't his previous books only a few hundred thousand words long?

Xia snorted and twisted his lips. "It's true that I can't write a long novel, but that doesn't mean I can't write one. Now that I know what kind of books are the most profitable in Mu Continent, why should I go to such lengths to write short stories?"

Short stories are very popular in the Far East, and people there also like to buy physical books. Although there are many people who buy physical books in Mu Continent, where technology is highly developed, e-books are undoubtedly more popular.

Since books with long words can make money, why doesn’t Xia just make a book with long words to make money?

Rita: “Writing for money is soulless!”

Xia: "I have too many souls."

Not to mention the seven rings behind, the tens of thousands of souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner alone are enough.

No soul? You probably haven't seen me cultivate my soul.

Xia slapped his lower abdomen hard, pounding all the refined gold into his lower abdomen. Golden lines were engraved on his ribs, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was advanced!

Now, who still says that he has no soul? The souls in his body are enough to fill all the rooms in the Fire Moth headquarters.

The unconscious souls of tens of millions of people are in the seven-layer ring behind him. After advancing to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the soul technique in his mind, Xia Xi can definitely say that he is the person who understands the soul best in this world.

Rita: "You, I will scold you if you don't write well."

Xia: "That's because you can't appreciate it, not because I can't write."

Even if one of the most popular novels in another world is not popular in this world, it can only be said that it is not suitable for the local environment, not that the quality is poor. After all, if the quality is not good, it would not be said by my junior sister to be one of the most popular novels in the world and the best-selling novels in Europe.

Xia calmly hung up the phone and told Rita to wait for him tomorrow. He would calmly arrange the interview, get the one million Mu Yuan invitation fee, and then make a fortune by writing a million-word novel.

The company's payment is slow, but isn't there still Rita who pays quickly?

Rita: “…”

If Rita hadn't suddenly found his contact information, Xia would have wanted to contact Eden to sing.

Between singing and writing, Xia felt that the latter was better. After all, he had been in the Demonic Realm for twenty years and had long been disenchanted with celebrities. Singing = singing for money, and writing = a literati.

It's okay to do some guest singing when you are short of money, but it's also normal to change careers immediately if there are better career prospects.

The worldly life is a time to temper one's mind, so it is best to do whatever makes you feel comfortable.

143

Chapter 143 Hua really belongs to my thinking power.

Xia likes reading and listening to novels very much, so before he traveled through the Demon Realm, he collected a lot of books to read. After returning from the Demon Realm, the gift Su gave him was also a physical book.

Therefore, when they were in the Demon Realm, Xia and his junior sister had a relatively harmonious relationship. After all, his junior sister often told Xia stories, telling him about the contents of the novels she had read.

Although Xia was not interested in physical literature, he still liked to read mindless and refreshing novels. However, in the Demon Realm where there were no mobile phones or computers, and there was basically nothing to play with except practicing every day, the storytelling of the junior sister was indeed a very attractive thing for Xia.

At first, he talked about stories of tens of thousands of words, then stories of hundreds of thousands of words, and then stories of millions of words. Junior sister's home was Xia Ping's usual place of entertainment.

Of course, the place most visited is the senior sister’s basement.

Without experiencing it, memories cannot be continued. Xia returned to sit next to Grace, and did not wake up Grace until dinner was ready, then took her upstairs to eat.

When Blanca brought Grace home in the evening, she brought a lunch box for Hen, which contained some beef as dinner for Hen.

Xia sighed, "What does marriage mean to a boy?"

Xia thought that it was just a matter of getting a marriage certificate and then living his daily life as he pleased. After all, matters of the heart cannot be resolved with just a marriage contract.

Hua didn't quite understand what Xia meant, so he added, "If it were us, I would probably bring you beef too."

Xia: "Huh?"

Hua said simply, "Because the beef I made today is delicious, it would be a shame if you didn't try it, so if it were me, I would also bring some for you."

While helping Hua wash the pot in the kitchen and hearing Hua say this, Xia suddenly became excited.

After helping Hua wash the pots and dishes, Hua began to prepare ingredients for tomorrow morning. She was running low on eggs, so she ordered some online and waited for the deliveryman to deliver them.

Hua was sitting quietly in the living room. Mei came out of the room, poured herself a cup of hot water on the dining table, held the hot water, and sat down next to Hua.

"So Xia still wants to sleep with you today, right?"

Mei chatted casually as if she didn't care.

Hua nodded. "The Seven Killings Fate is a very bad omen. If I don't want to experience such things in the future, he can only solve my bad omen."

Mei: "What happens after the omen is resolved?"

Hua thought for a moment and said, "That should be all right."

On the right path, at the seventh level of the Venerable Realm, your fortune should improve.

As for Xia, his luck should be better, but compared to ordinary people, his luck is still bad.

Fate is predestined in the dark, and it really exists in the field of cultivation. Once the bad omen is gone, good luck will naturally come.

Mei: “Don’t you feel awkward?”