It was just a love letter; I'm really no great writer!

The Zhao family residence.

Zhao Sizhe, dressed in a suit, walked into the hall, his face immediately showing clear respect: "Brother Zheng."

Zhao Zheng sat in a grand chair, diligently practicing calligraphy.

As the saying goes, "what the superiors do, the inferiors will follow." When the prime minister of a province had remarkable calligraphy skills, a strong cultural atmosphere naturally arose among the people of Qingdu.

"Oh, it's Sizhe."

Zhao Zheng put down his wolf-hair brush and let the ink dry in the wind.

"Brother Zheng's realm has improved again, possessing the refined and detached elegance of the two kings!" Zhao Sizhe exclaimed excitedly.

"Haha." Zhao Zheng smiled insincerely. "Sit down. What brings Sizhe to Huaicheng?"

Although they are both from the Zhao family, Zhao Sizhe is not from the Huaicheng branch, but lives far away in the capital, making him a rare guest.

Zhao Sizhe explained the situation regarding the program.

Zhao Zheng was taken aback and quickly called Zhao Qingqing out of the room.

Zhao Qingqing lazily rubbed her hair, her sharp gaze glancing at Zhao Sizhe.

"Qing's aura is still so sharp." Zhao Sizhe's eyes gleamed with admiration, and he couldn't help but compare her to Director Di.

Di Qingling was as beautiful as a fairy from the moon palace. Even though her figure was covered by her skirt, her black hair and snow-white face were already stunning.

Zhao Qingqing was the opposite extreme, with sharp, cold brows like a deer-slaying knife, possessing a terrifying and eerie quality.

Of course, he had long heard of Zhao Qingqing's fearsome reputation and her mad dog-like fiancé, so he didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

"Isn't this Brother Zhe? What kind of lousy movie did you make this time?" Zhao Qingqing casually walked to the table. "Tsk, when are you going to burn this scribbled mess, bro?"

Zhao Sizhe gave an awkward smile.

Zhao Zheng didn't take it seriously: "Qingqing, has Lu Ran been acting strangely these past few days?"

"Abnormal?" Zhao Qingqing's loose athletic shorts leaned against the edge of the table, revealing a pair of round and powerful thighs.

A playful smile appeared on her lips.

"Didn't we already say that he's with Di Lingyan now, and he obediently transferred to Yande School? Everyone's happy, right?"

Zhao Zheng said, "That kid isn't that simple."

Zhao Sizhe was taken aback. It sounded like Lu Ran had offended these two most formidable figures in Qingdu: the King of Hell and the Demoness.

"This variety show produced by Tencent is like a pillow delivered to a sleepy Lu Ran," Zhao Zheng sneered.

He asked, "Sizhe, have all the guests been confirmed?"

"Not yet."

"You add Qingqing in, and then find a way... to trip up Lu Ran."

"Oh, okay."

Zhao Sizhe had a natural obedience to Zhao Zheng, so he picked up his phone and sent a message to Zeng Yang, recommending Zhao Qingqing to him.

Putting aside the Zhao family's reputation, Zeng Yang had no reason to refuse Zhao Qingqing's explosive resume in the fighting world.

only……

"Brother Zheng, how should I gauge the appropriate level of this tripping maneuver?" Zhao Sizhe asked cautiously.

I don't know how that boy offended the Zhao family.

But after all, he was Di Qingling's younger brother, and he didn't want to cause too much trouble.

Zhao Zheng waved his hand and only said four words:

"Let his house collapse."

……

Century Community.

Lu Ran shouted as he entered the password to unlock the door.

"Sister Jiaojiao?!"

No one answered.

"Winter Branch? Winter Branch Baby?"

No one answered.

Hey.

Transformation.

Lu Ran hooked Di Qingling's legs, picked her up, and held her around his waist.

They pressed against the door and began kissing, some deeply, some lightly.

Di Qingling, like a green fruit swaying on a branch, hugged his neck tightly with her arms, humming softly through her nose.

After a while, the two were still kissing in the entryway...

But no one noticed...

Behind the long striped sofa in the living room, a nimble figure crept stealthily into Lu Ran's room.

Lu Ran put Di Qingling down: "Sister, you order takeout first, I'll finish my business later... Also, what two words should I call you? I'll be waiting for you."

After saying that, he strode towards the bedroom.

Di Qingling was completely baffled.

Hmm? Which two words does Lu Ran want me to call him?

Could it be... my brother?

But I'm so much older than him, how could I call him "brother"? It's too embarrassing.

Lu Ran was unaware of Di Qingling's inner turmoil.

During dinner, he made a phone call home and said he would stay for two more days and then go home the day after tomorrow.

I did want to bring Sister Di home, but my parents have very conservative and traditional views, so I'm afraid it would backfire.

Lu Ran then aligned the granularity with his uncle.

Today, Lingran Culture is thriving.

The film project for "White Night" has been approved, the TV series adaptation of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is in pre-production, and the comic IP for "Dragon Raja" has been sold...

The IP is operating steadily, and profits are increasing year by year.

Why is Tang Jia San Shao considered the supreme god of online literature? The most important reason is that he was the first to realize the operation of IP.

Then, Lu Ran calculated his pure royalties for June—

Manuscript fee: over 6.6 million.

As a pioneer and leader in online literature, this royalties are actually not much.

Of course, if we also factor in royalties and IP development—

Income: Over twelve million!

One person, one keyboard, and in one month, he raked in 18 million yuan!

Horror!

in fact……

This is because online literature is still in its early stages.

In a few years, once the online literature market becomes saturated, such a good opportunity to make easy money will no longer exist.

Lu Ran has too many high-quality online novels in his mind—any one of them could be a golden idea worth millions.

Unfortunately, he's neither an octopus nor a tentacle monster, so there's simply not enough material to write about him.

Ultimately, they couldn't bear to give up the initial accumulation of capital...

Lu Ran vaguely has a plan to create a god.

His idea was simple: to create an online literature studio and nurture promising authors.

They provide online writing instruction, including outlines and detailed outlines. After students achieve good results, the IP is handed over to Lingran Culture for operation.

Let's try a one-on-one mentoring model first and see if it works.

Lu Ran had given Xiao Shengke careful guidance beforehand, which could be considered as preparing for a rainy day.

"Master, please take a look at this draft, is it alright?"

Xiao Shengke nervously handed over the manuscript, which had been revised more than a dozen times.

Lu Ran clicked to accept the message and took a look.

[I discovered my grandfather's diary, "The Grave Robber's Diary," which records a mystery of grave robbing...]

"Not bad," Lu Ran typed. "No need to revise it, go submit it."

Having Xiao Shengke design the work according to the outline of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" was a good way to tap into his talent.

The writing is realistic and detailed, and it also captures the horror of folklore, especially since there are no folklore books on the market.

Yes, it has the potential to become a major fire.

at the same time.

"Yay!"

In a dimly lit room, Xiao Shengke clenched his fists excitedly, buried himself under the covers, and quickly typed on his phone.

"Master, I won't let you down..."

He believed he could never reach the supreme status of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

But with a master's personal instruction, he was able to defeat the mere Twelve Heavenly Kings...

It doesn't disgrace the name of filial son!

……

"Still working?"

After taking a bath, Di Qingling entered the bedroom, her beauty enhanced by the experience.

The thin straps clung to her rounded shoulders, and the white floral dress fell in a dramatic arc, accentuating her delicate and slender figure.

The woman had long, flowing black hair, her gentle chin slightly raised, revealing her swan-like, long, snow-white neck.

She came up behind her sweetheart and found him intently typing on the keyboard.

"Hmm, I'm hoarding drafts."

Lu Ran leaned back in his gaming chair and stretched his neck.

Last time I injured my leg, I had to stop updating "Dragon Raja" for two days, but unexpectedly, its popularity actually increased.

Should we take a few more breaks from updating?

Popularity has surged again!

Okay, I've figured out the trick.

Lu Ran was naturally lazy, and taking leave every now and then to go out and gather materials had become a regular occurrence for him.

In the world of online literature, this is an unforgivable crime.

Which author doesn't work as diligently as an ox? Don't they save up hundreds of thousands of manuscripts before starting a book and dare not miss a single day of updating?

Even the top online novelist, who writes "Rainy Night with a Knife but No Umbrella," produces a large volume of content, updating over 10,000 words daily!

but……

Listening to the rain set a precedent.

He only updated twice in a month? Or three times?

Readers of Dragon Raja both hate and love it; they're furious but helpless.

Rainy Little General said he was going to send a knife to Old Thief Listening to Rain!

But alas... Tingyu's writing skills are getting better and better.

From "Maybach Viaduct on a Rainy Night" to "Xia Mi's Appearance"...

From "The Auction of the Seven Deadly Sins" to "The Serpent of Midgard"...

Damn! It's so well-written, I can't stop reading!

So, I endured it.

Without Tingyu, how can we expect the next installment of Dragon Raja?

After finishing the draft of "The Return of the Condor Heroes", Lu Ran turned off the writer's assistant.

As for Dragon Raja...

I need to ask for leave.

[Let me think about it and I'll update again another day.]

As expected, the comments section exploded again...

"Where has that old rascal Tingyu gone again!"

"Offline team solo kill of Tingyu (1/10086)"

"Can't you learn from Umbrella Giant?! I really need to control you!"

"How many days off have I taken this month...?"

……

The night was cool, and the room was filled with the colors of spring.

Everything else can wait.

Lu Ran turned his chair around, pulled the beauty into his arms, and inhaled the fragrance of the ink.

"Have you taken a nice bath?"

"Um."

"Have you decided what to call me yet?"

"...Brother~"

"That's not right."

Lu Ran shook his head seriously.

He has an annoying younger sister, and he's long since demystified that nickname.

"Hmm, I don't know."

Di Qingling lay sprawled on the bed, her breasts undulating, her small, white feet like freshly peeled eggs.

Lu Ran looked at her.

Suddenly I can understand why the Han emperor was so obsessed with beautiful women and wanted to conquer the country, and I can understand why King You of Zhou played with the feudal lords by lighting the beacon fires.

"Think about it again."

"If you can't think of anything, I'll punish you by making you kiss me a hundred times."

Through the gap in the wardrobe, a pair of clear eyes blinked, and a voice, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, drifted out.

"Fool……"