Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 193
"Hello leader, I was indeed negligent in terms of fire protection. I will go to install a fire extinguisher now, but can you reveal a little bit, who reported it? It is said that it is easy to hide open guns, but difficult to prevent hidden arrows. It's good to know." Qin Xiong asked in a low voice.

"I definitely can't tell you that." The other party said seriously.

"Okay, okay, I'll try to ask... Thanks again!" Qin Xiong responded.

Afterwards, Qin Xiong immediately told Tang Qingya to buy fire extinguishers. There were two on each floor of the three writers' buildings. This time, he had to buy 18 fire extinguishers.

After thinking about it, he bought six more surveillance cameras and installed them at the front and back entrances of the three writers' buildings respectively to ensure that the front and rear exits of the house could be basically covered by the surveillance cameras.

These days, outsiders don't care about the place you set up, whether you are doing good deeds, whether you are losing money, but there will never be fewer people who are jealous. From time to time, they will make you a little trouble and give you some eye drops. Not without it.

Before I knew it, I was busy until noon, and Tang Xianxian ordered takeaway according to everyone's needs.

However, because of the high quality and low price, most people choose the [-]-yuan set meal, and only a few choose the [-]-yuan set meal.

Qin Xiong quietly reminded Tang Xianxian that if a certain writer ordered the [-] yuan set meal for half a month in a row, he would make a note of it and ask later to see if he was in financial difficulties and needed to be taken care of.

Many people say that one who is useless is a scholar.

But in fact, the people who actually write books are kind and sensitive. Sometimes even if there are big financial problems, they will not easily confide in others, let alone bring big troubles to society.

Most of the time, they will have internal friction: on the one hand, they want to break through the situation and improve their lives through writing;

It's just that if they don't have enough self-confidence and persistence, they really can't go on this difficult road, let alone go far.

This kind of conceit and inferiority complex often appear alternately before the results are written, devouring their fragile and stubborn ideals.

Because Qin Xiong has experienced it, he can better understand the pain and suffering of the new writer.

After eating lunch with everyone, some writers like to take a lunch break, so they go back to their room, some writers don't like lunch break, and Qin Xiong didn't force it.

As long as everyone doesn't disturb each other and seriously affects other people's living habits, this is not a school after all, so there is no need to have very strict work and rest schedules.

With a good code word atmosphere, Qin Xiong, who occasionally likes to fish, finished writing today's update in the morning.

If he doesn't need to save the manuscript in the afternoon, he doesn't need to waste time on his lunch break.

When he saw Feng Dacai standing by the window smoking a cigarette, he immediately walked over.

"Brother Xiong, I'm sorry, I'll go outside to smoke." Feng Dacai said immediately when he saw Qin Xiong walking towards him.

"As long as the smoke doesn't float into the house, it's fine to smoke here. Remember to bring the ashtray over and don't let the embers fall into the grass below." Qin Xiong said.

"Okay, I understand." Feng Dacai said.

"But what I want to talk to you is not about this, but about your writing." Qin Xiong said.

"Brother Xiong, do you want to guide me alone?" Feng Dacai was a little surprised when he heard this.

"There is no point of reference, just treat it as a kind of communication. You have written more than three million words, and you must have basic writing skills. I just want to ask, have you ever found a subject or genre that you really like? "Qin Xiong.

"No, I am also very confused. I have written fantasy, fairy tales, cities, sci-fi, supernatural, and even fan fiction, but they have all failed." Feng Dacai said shamefully.

"Which subject matter is it relatively easy to pass the manuscript?" Qin Xiong asked again.

"Currently, the outstation receives a lot of new media articles, such as the God of War article and the son-in-law article, and some historical and traditional fantasy articles, but I especially hate writing new media articles, and I don't like wireless articles very much." Feng Dacai .

"Like fantasy?" Qin Xiong asked.

"No, maybe I still like the city more, but I can't write urban entertainment well. Brother Xiong, should I challenge realistic themes?" Feng Dacai.

"Realistic subjects are definitely the king of pit kings. If you write well, it is relatively easy to win prizes, but you don't make much money. If you write poorly, you don't even have a splash on the Internet, and you don't even want to make money. Before you realize the freedom of wealth , I really don’t recommend it, unless you are particularly inspired or passionate, then you can challenge it.” Qin Xiong said.

"Then I can only go back to the furnace and recreate it. These years, I haven't been deeply involved in a certain subject matter. If someone accepts something at the beginning, I will go to write something. After hundreds of thousands of words, the editor will basically cut the text..." Feng Dacai.

"What's your major in university?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Clinical medicine, but now the conflict between doctors and patients is so tense, and it's so tiring, I didn't plan to engage in this at all." Feng Dacai.

"Why don't you try to write an article on magic medicine? Recently, the articles on magic medicine on Fanhe and Seven Tigers, especially male channels, have done well. Recently, there was even a book with a monthly income of more than [-] yuan. I really wrote this topic well. In the future, I won’t have to worry about having food to eat. There is a market for genius medical literature, not to mention fire, for more than ten years.” Qin Xiong.

"You can have this. Although I don't like the profession of a doctor, but I have read books for four years, and I have some understanding of it. It shouldn't be too fake when I write it. Brother Xiong, is there any book you can recommend?" Feng Dacai was excited. asked.

"Uncle Bird's book can be read, and there are several doctors' essays by some big bosses. The grades are quite good. You can look for it yourself. In addition, if after reading it, you find that you still don't want to call on this topic, just scan more. List, see if there are any books that you can keep reading, the ones you can read are the prerequisites for you to learn and learn from." Qin Xiong.

"Thank you Brother Xiong, I'll do it now." Feng Dacai said gratefully.

"Brother Xiong, you have pointed out my cousin, can you help me, my grades are not as good as his." At this time, Feng Xiaoman also came up.

"You only wrote 30 words. I personally suggest that you practice hard at the beginning in the near future, write [-] words at the beginning of each, and show it to me after you finish writing it. If you don't want to show it to me, submit it to the receiving editors. , to hear their comments or feedback,

If you pass the draft, keep on writing. If you don’t pass the draft, continue to practice the beginning. If you can’t pass the beginning level, everything is useless. The first step is hacked to death by the editor. "Qin Xiong said.

"Understood, I'm going to practice now!" Feng Xiaoman heard this and left happily.

"Brother Xiong, can you give me some advice? Don't look at me now, but I'm actually very anxious inside. My family is also against it. They are urging me to go home every day and want to arrange work for me." Ji Weiyang also came over and asked carefully.

"I've seen the few pits you dug on the Internet. At the beginning, there were no major problems. Some of them even signed contracts. They were barely getting started, but why didn't you insist on writing them down?" Qin Xiong asked puzzled.

"I can't write anymore, usually when I write [-] words, I feel that there is no plot to write..." Ji Weiyang said with a headache.

"It may be because you haven't read enough books. I think what you write is all about ancient romances. You can read more similar novels or TV dramas. When you encounter good scenes in them, you can write them down. If you accumulate more, you will have something to say." It can be said." Qin Xiong said.

"I can continue to read novels, but I always feel that the plots in many costume TV dramas are too bloody, and the heroines are very ugly. I can't stand it, what should I do?" Ji Weiyang laughed.

"It may also be that you are too beautiful... In fact, as long as it is a popular old saying, there will always be many bright spots. Otherwise, no one will spend a lot of effort to adapt it. Waiting for one day to adapt your old saying Yes, you will also find that it is the same dog blood." Qin Xiong also laughed.

"Absorb the essence and discard the dross, right?" Ji Weiyang said.

"Smart! Come on, your foundation is still good, and your writing skills are relatively solid, but the content is a little dry. If your book becomes popular, you can still be the heroine by yourself, and play with first-line male stars. Cool?" Qin Xiong encouraged.

"Thank you Brother Xiong, it seems that I really came to the right place, when I make money, I will definitely treat you to a big meal..." Ji Weiyang said happily.

"Okay, we are all waiting..." Qin Xiong.

After sending Ji Weiyang away, Qin Xiong turned his head and found that there were still several writers stationed in the village. They had all finished their lunch early and were staring at him expectantly. He suddenly felt the pressure...

　Thank you Xuanyingfeng for the monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)