Quick travel strategy: crushing male god 36 styles

Chapter 583 Readers and Authors Fall in Love and Kill each other (3)

Quietly reaching into his pocket and touching the thin blade inside, Chu Yi asked with a smile, "If a reader really sent Mr. Song a blade, what would Mr. Song do?"

Song Hanzhang shrugged indifferently, "Then send it. When their blades arrive, I will collect them all. Then I can sell them for a sum of money, which is another considerable income."

Song Hanzhang really came to interview himself at the beginning, and sat there with his chest upright. When he looked up on the first day of the junior high school, he wished he could put on the only suit in the closet.

After listening to it on the first day of junior high school, you don't get angry but laugh instead. Is it a considerable income?If it wasn't for the original owner's reminder to update every day, he might not have a single reader.

A man who hangs in the female channel and doesn't understand the routines of the female channel, how can he make money and win the hearts of young readers, and only a fool like the original owner would urge updates every day instead of abandoning the book.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he put the blade back in his pocket, "Mr. Song, I have a private question to ask you. I don't know if it's convenient for Mr. Song."

Seeing Song Hanzhang nodding his head, Chuyi smiled, "I don't know how much Mr. Song earns a month for writing books?"

As soon as the question came up on the first day of junior high school, Song Hanzhang couldn't pretend anymore. He slowly suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, bent down and put his arms around his head, and his tone was full of grievances, "This question hurts my heart, Miss, I admit it. I'm just a deadbeat, I... just want to write a book to make money and pick up a girl, why is it so difficult!"

At this time, Song Hanzhang didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, and he kept saying that he was on the street and wanted to make money to pick up girls, so he wanted to twitch the corner of his mouth for the third time in the first day of junior high school.

"Mr. Song?" Chuyi poked Song Hanzhang's back with his hand, and before she could retract her hand, Song Hanzhang raised his head, hugged Chuyi's little hand tightly with both hands, and said aggrievedly, "Miss, you are a writer." Man, you must know how to write a good novel, right? Teach me, I haven't eaten meat for three months!"

Song Hanzhang's words burst into tears. If he hadn't had no tears, he would have believed his evil on the first day of the junior high school.

He pulled out his hand with great effort, shook it in pain, and then smiled, "People who have been routine since ancient times, I don't know if Mr. Song understands this truth?"

Seeing Song Hanzhang shaking his head, Chu Yi's expression of hating iron for not making steel was directly on his face.

Straight up Erlang's legs, pointed to his muscles and said, "Here, your muscles and your face are just a routine. Do you know what little girls like? Domineering president, look at what you wrote. Chicken stuff, don't print it out and give it to the waste paper collector!"

He poked Song Hanzhang's pectoral muscles hard, and when he realized that he had been talking too fast, he had babbled something important out of his mouth, and wanted to take it back, it was too late.

"Miss, have you read what I wrote?"

To be honest, Song Hanzhang's writing is really not very good. He has no girlish heart, no pretense, and even a male protagonist is arranged by him to the [-]th floor of hell?

What are you doing?It's not pleasant to read a Mary Sue novel!
Seeing that his identity had been exposed, he didn't hide anything on the first day of the junior high school. He took out the blade he had prepared earlier from his pocket, and slapped it on the coffee table with a 'snap'.

"Dead eunuch, I'm here to cut your dick!"

Song Hanzhang: Who can tell him what the situation is now?The reader chased after him, brought him the blade himself, and threatened to cut his own dick?
(End of this chapter)