Chapter 1415

"This... Is not very convenient." The author rejected Liu Qian.

"This is a contract advance of 20000 yuan. I'll call you first. If it can be negotiated, the whole contract amount will be several million yuan, but the details of signing the contract need to be discussed by both sides." Liu Qian wechat transferred 20000 yuan to the author on the spot, and then raised it to the author again.

As long as we meet and use Liu Qian's means, there is nothing we can't ask.

"Well... Er... Well, I'm in Yunfeng city now. Where would you like to meet?" After the author accepted 20000 yuan, his attitude towards Liu Qian immediately changed greatly, his words became respectful, and his ugly face jumped on the paper.

"Yunfeng city... How about LiuYun hotel? I'll wait for you at the gate of the hotel." Liu Qian found that he was now in Yunfeng city. Outside the park, he could vaguely see the huge gold characters outside the wall of LiuYun hotel.

"OK, I'll be there in about half an hour. By the way, what's your name and what are you wearing?"

"Free of charge, surname Qi, black casual shirt and black pants." Liu Qian borrowed the body surname Qi, so use his surname.

"OK."

……

LiuYun hotel.

In half an hour.

A middle-aged man with obscene appearance and short and fat body dressed neatly, pedaled a bicycle to the vicinity of Liuyun Hotel, locked his bicycle in a dark lane, and then adjusted his clothes and walked towards the gate of LiuYun hotel.

"Is that Mr. Qi?" The middle-aged man came over and asked Liu Qian respectfully.

"You are the author of the trembling world."

"Yes, you..."

"Finally found you!" Liu Qian punched the middle-aged man, then took the middle-aged man and strode to the dark lane next to the hotel.

……

Yunfeng City, suburb, Siping warehouse.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Liu Qian patted the author's fat face.

The author didn't wake up with swollen face, crooked head and drooling.

Liu Qian went to get a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid and poured it on the author's head.

"Ah! Help!" The author finally woke up, raised his head and looked at Liu Qian in horror.

"Don't shout. There's no one here for a few kilometers. No one can hear you." Liu Qian took a toolbox and put it in front of him.

"You... You..." the author's eyes were more frightened.

"Do you know who I am?" Liu Qian asked the author lightly.

"Are you Mr. Qi from the game company?" The author found himself tied to a post, tried, and soon stopped the idea of breaking free. The rope was tied professionally, and there was no possibility of escape.

"No, I'm not Qi. My name is Liu. My name is Liu Qian. You know it very well." Liu Qian squatted in front of the author and stretched out his hand to open the toolbox in front of him. There are pliers, scalpels, micro electric saws, bayonets and other tools that can make people associate with fear.

"You... You... Don't hurt me... The protagonist of my novel... Has the same name as you... No... it's not intentional, and... I... I didn't write him as a bad person!" The author looked at the tools in Liu Qian's toolbox and became stuttered with fear.

"I'll ask you again. You answer me honestly. Did you write the trembling world or did you see someone's story adapted?" Liu Qian picked up the micro electric saw and turned it on. The blade rotated violently and found the seeping hum.

"Yes... I wrote it." The author answered honestly.

"But what is as like as two peas in my novels?" Liu Qian then asked, stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled the author's hand, and approached the chainsaw to the author's little finger.

"I don't know! I don't know! Please don't hurt me. I have parents in my seventies to support. My wife has just been pregnant. If you kill me, they will be helpless! Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts! It hurts me! Help!" The author screamed with his eyes closed.

"I haven't started sawing yet. What's your name?" Liu Qian looked at the author strangely. The chainsaw is still a few centimeters away from his fingers!

"Haven't you sawed yet?" The author opened his eyes and saw the chainsaw, but immediately screamed again.

"It seems that I have to give you some pain." Liu Qian really pressed the chainsaw this time, and the author's scream immediately increased by dozens of decibels. This time it was a real scream, worse than killing a pig.

"You coders eat by hand. If you don't tell the truth, I'll cut off all your fingers one by one, and you'll be completely useless." Liu Qian handed a small finger of the author to the author.

"I'm telling the truth! Brother, spare your life! Please!" The author was pale and sweating, and begged Liu Qian.

What as like as two peas? Why do you have the same ending in your novels? What is the ending of your novel? How are you going to arrange me? Liu Qian took the buzzing electric saw to the author's eyes so that the author could see how the saw blade rotates.

"End... End... How do you want to end? I'll arrange three wives and four concubines for you. No, let you be the emperor. How about a big back ~ palace?" The author and Liu Qian had a discussion.

"Shao te, give me bullshit! I mean, what was the outcome of your original outline arrangement?" Liu Qian raised his voice and said impatiently.

"The original ending... Should be... Is to climb the tree of civilization and technology in the universe and write at least a million words, so that the protagonist Liu Qian finally became a member of the energy family under various fortuitous coincidences, solved the aging problem of the galaxy, and then established a space tumor with unique rules, transformed into an adult with her, lived happily together and gave birth to a baby." The author quickly answered Liu Qian to avoid being cut off another finger if he didn't answer in time.

"Why did you change it?" Liu Qian frowned. If the truth behind the trembling world was really written by the author, it would be terrible. Isn't his fate controlled by this man?

"Readers scold! I scold in the book review area every day. I don't think I write well or meet their requirements, so I changed it." The author quickly answered Liu Qian.

"When you wrote this novel, you didn't have an outline? Often because readers change it like this?" Liu Qian continued to ask. He had too many doubts in his heart. He just didn't know whether what he got from the male population was the final truth.

"There is an outline, which is not changed often, but there are also many changes." The author trembled and dared not tell a lie.

"Well, let's start with the beginning of the novel. Tell me what you have changed." Liu Qian took out his mobile phone and opened the page of thriller world. (to be continued.)