Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The ox and horse shrugged.

"Hehe, I think this should be renamed 'Powerful Suicide Agent' instead."

Liu Zheng complained.

"Anyway, I've given you the things; use them or not, it's up to you."

"Actually, catching other members of the same species is also good; Napoleon buys them all. If you don't want money, you can trade with him for things. Not to mention, his wine collection alone is enough to satisfy you."

"The ox and horse said."

"talk later."

He neither confirmed nor denied it.

He needs to confirm the strength of the giant whale first.

If fishing for megamouth whales is difficult enough, then there's no point in trying to fish for its relatives.

Liu Zheng didn't want to use himself as bait.

Having made plans, we're now facing a recurring problem.

time.

Based on his limited fishing experience, there was definitely not enough time to deliver the food.

It seems we'll have to seek help from outside the field again.

Two strings of numbers flashed through Liu Zheng's mind.

After some thought, he made a decision.

"Senior, is there anything I can help you with?"

When the call connected, the novelist's voice was still full of energy.

"How's the novel writing going these past few days?"

he asked.

"The plot is fine, but the editor says the writing isn't quite right. I asked him specifically what was wrong, but he hasn't replied."

Novelists immediately become distressed when the topic of novels comes up.

"Send it to me."

"Won't this be too much trouble for you, senior?"

The novelist was a little embarrassed.

"It's alright, I happen to need your help too."

"Okay, I'll send it to you now, senior."

Hearing his candid words, the novelist also stood up.

Soon, she sent several MMS messages.

The photo quality isn't great, but the words are still barely legible.

It only took Liu Zheng a few minutes to read her manuscript.

"The pace is too slow."

Once he entered his professional field, Liu Zheng turned on his tyrant mode.

"Look at this."

"No, no."

The novelist stammered.

"What's the point of writing about them if you're not involved?"

Liu Zheng said viciously.

"I was thinking of adding a bit more immersion."

The novelist explained.

"How can readers relate to a supporting character? It will only confuse them."

"Okay, okay."

Even through the phone, Liu Zheng could almost see her lower her head.

"Also, why are all your sentences so long? Not a single sentence is less than forty characters long."

He then pointed out another problem.

"I feel that I can't say everything I want to say without doing it this way."

The novelist thought for a moment and replied.

"You've finished speaking, but the readers don't want to hear it. Revise it; each sentence should not exceed twenty characters, and delete all the meaningless rhetoric."

"You're a writer of urban fiction, why are you using phrases like 'frowning eyebrows veiled in mist,' or 'eyes brimming with emotion that seem neither joyful nor sad'? Are you afraid the readers won't be immersed in the story?"

Liu Zheng said sternly.

"When I used to write historical romance novels, I wrote them like this, and readers quite liked them."

The novelist said in a low voice.

Do you wear a cheongsam when you go swimming?

he asked.

No, I won't wear it.

The novelist understood his meaning and lowered his voice even further.

"The choice of words and sentence structure must be consistent with the subject matter, and even conform to the reading habits of readers of that subject matter. Otherwise, it's like selling braised pork in the Dingzhen Temple; no matter how delicious it is, no one will buy it."

Liu Zheng said earnestly.

"I understand, senior."

The novelist responded loudly.

"I'll revise it for you, and you can revise it again and send it to me to take a look."

He said.

"Mmm. Thank you, senior."

The novelist added a tiny bit more.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zheng spent ten minutes writing a preface and sent it to her via text message.

Five minutes later, the novelist sent a text message back.

"!!!"

He smiled.

Although I no longer write online novels, I can still easily come up with a standard opening.

Half an hour later, the novelist sent several more MMS messages.

How do you feel?

After reading it, Liu Zheng made a phone call.

"It feels a little strange, but it definitely looks much smoother than before."

The novelist said.

"That's right, this is the standard writing style for online novels. You should start by moving in this direction, and then explore your own style after you've mastered it."

His tone softened a bit.

"Uh-huh."

On the other end of the phone, the novelist nodded frantically.

"Senior, what do you need me to do? I'm available these few days."

she said proactively.

Chapter 65 Oxen and Horses Are Truly Beasts

Why is this woman so eager to take advantage of him?

Could it really be a female praying mantis?

"I'm not available right now, it's the egg-molting season."

He said perfunctorily.

"Ok."

The novelist sounded a little disappointed.

"Just like last time, I'd like you to order takeout for me, and please make sure the delivery time is as long as possible."

Liu Zheng said.

"no problem."

The novelist readily agreed.

"I'll give you the money when I deliver the food later."

He said.

Now that I have money, it's not appropriate to take advantage of others for free.

A reliable relationship with a novelist requires careful cultivation.

"No need, I don't need the money."

The novelist refused.

"Then shall I bring you a cup of unlucky coffee?"

On the way back, the remaining coffee was given to the plane trees, but he kept this cup for himself.

"Wow, thank you, senior."

The novelist said happily.

Liu Zheng hung up the phone and saw Niu Ma staring at him with a strange expression.

"What's wrong, boss?"

he asked.

"You can write novels?"

"It was alright. But he didn't take his talent seriously. After writing a few books, his career started to decline, and he eventually changed careers."

Liu Zheng replied.

"What did you switch to?"

"To be a journalist."

Which newspaper?

"A tabloid with no official registration, no publication, and no official channels; it's not worth mentioning."

He said calmly.

"You're such a good writer, what brings you to work as a food deliveryman?"

"I offended a big shot and got fired."

He previously wrote an article exposing that a certain real estate development was once industrial land with serious environmental pollution, large amounts of toxic substances accumulating underground, and that the new houses' interior decoration also used a large number of substandard products.

Then, the editor-in-chief demanded that Liu Zheng publicly apologize and admit that his report was inaccurate, otherwise he would be fired and blacklisted within the industry.

Meanwhile, the developer also contacted him, holding an envelope in one hand and another in the other.

However, one envelope contained money, while the other contained a lawyer's letter.