Chapter 425

Weige said that dropping blood into the pen is like giving his soul to a living pen. He can write a masterpiece in a short time, but the price is death!

As long as you don't drop blood into the pen, the negative effect is not so strong, that is, the degree of dizziness and hair loss. In that case, the effect of a new pen is relatively weak, but the inspiration it provides can still make a writer popular for many years.

I asked him who the writer was, he said a name, I was stunned for a moment, this is really a giant online God.

Of course, I accepted this one. Weige asked me to remove the spell. I asked him to ask for more blessings. Later, if he did anything wrong, I would kill him with a more vicious method.

If this kind of scum was put in my grandfather's time, several shady merchants would shut the door and get rid of him. But now in the legal society, I can't take people's lives casually, although I really want to kill him.

I went back to look for Pockmarked Li. To my surprise, he was smoking and chatting with the big man in the northeast, as if he was in love.

"Brother Zhangjia, you are back. I'd like to introduce you to my new friend." Said Pockmarked Li.

"I didn't know Taishan. Mr. Li told me. It turns out that you are in this business. There are more offenses and more offenses."

He told us that he was in business, and the financial situation has been bad recently. I hope we can sell him a piece of Yin to change the fortune. So I left him a business card and asked him to come to my shop when he was free.

When I left, I told Pockmarked Li what happened. Pockmarked Li scolded, "it's too heartless. It's not the way to earn money."

And then he said with a smile, "but I didn't expect that the broken pen was worth 10 million yuan. Brother Zhang, are you going to meet the writer?"

"Of course!" I nodded heavily.

I asked Pockmarked Li to go back to the hostel. Meng Dongye is so empty that he may have to go to the hospital.

I went back to the antique shop by myself, closed the door and set up a formation. I broke the connection between the vivid pen and Meng Dongye, and sealed it up.

The fresh and beautiful pens were kept in the shop, and the spirits of the four writers followed. However, with the completion of the pit filling plan, they also fulfilled their wishes. One by one, they disappeared. I paid 100000 yuan for the contribution alone, but I didn't feel any pain at all.

Meng Dongye soon recovered. He called on him once and said that he was really bewildered at that time. Thanks to my help.

I asked him how the play was. He said that it was being written. Of course, it was not so fast, but it should be sold for a good price.

After about half a month, the online giant god contacted me actively, hoping that I could sell him the pen, and the price could be discussed in detail.

I made an appointment with him for a meeting and a detailed discussion. Then I went to the appointment with Pockmarked Li and Yin Xinyue, because he is also a celebrity. We met secretly in a hotel.

This writer was also popular all over the country at that time. He wrote many masterpieces on the Internet with more than 100 million hits. Several of them were adapted into large-scale games. Later, he made more money. He was busy in social intercourse and participating in various programs every day, which gradually wiped out his talent. At last, he couldn't write anything.

I can't think of any better words to describe his current situation except Jiang langcai.

He wanted me to sell him the pen anyway. I asked him, "do you know that the last dealer who promised to sell you the pen killed four writers for your 10 million yuan?"

"Is there such a thing? I'm sorry, I don't know. " The other side politely expressed regret.

"They are not famous for you, but they are more diligent than you are now! They also have great dreams, but they are killed by this pen. As long as you have this pen, you can continue to write your own novels with their talents and enjoy the praise of the world. I'm sorry, I can't sell it to you, because a person's talent is priceless, how much you have is how much, one day, you have to face the reality... "

The other side frowned and said: "listen to your tone, do you want to raise the price? Say, how much do you want. "

I sneered and did one of the most awesome things in my life. I snapped the pen in two and threw it in front of him. Pockmarked Li opened his mouth in amazement.

I spread out my hands and said, "this pen shouldn't exist!"

The other party was furious: "you are really ignorant and arrogant. Do you know that you can't type a word when facing the computer all night? Do you know how heartbroken it is to be urged to insult or even abandoned by readers? You think I'd like to be talked about all day! "

Then he held his head and wept.

I think all of this is his own suffering. I read his micro blog, and he shows off his luxurious life every day. He opens a bottle of red wine and buys a table of 10 million yuan, which is totally submerged by material enjoyment and indifferent to reality.

Inspiration comes from life. When a writer encloses himself in a castle in the air, his inspiration will gradually dry up. Just like Jiang Yan, who was well-off in that year, when literature reached its peak, he had no talent.No matter what the circumstances of life are, a writer should never forget his original intention, so as to have a steady stream of creative inspiration.

After leaving the hotel, Pockmarked Li scolded me: "did you really break that pen? That's ten million! It's higher than you! Have you been a bit of a pervert lately? "

"Well, why am I so noble?"

I took out the intact and beautiful pen from my arms with a smile. Of course, I am not so stupid. What I broke just now is a fake. In order to make the writer die, I will keep this for a while until I find the most suitable buyer I know.

But last night I tried it out. It's really extraordinary. As for my creation, it's a love letter to Yin Xinyue.

I handed this love letter to her, she read it in her hand, and said with tears in her eyes: "brother Zhang, I didn't expect you could write such a beautiful love poem, I'm so moved."

"In fact, I had a dream of becoming a writer when I was a child. Unfortunately, I didn't have that talent. Would you like to kiss me if you are moved?" I said shamelessly.

Yin Xinyue comes over and kisses me on the face. Pockmarked Li shouts: "in public, do you pay a little attention to the influence?"

"Leave if you can't stand it!"

"Well, I went home to find my wife. You two are getting bored." Pockmarked Li left in a huff.

Yin crescent took my arm and asked, "honey, the event is over. Shall we go on a tour and relax?"

I said, "no, I promised that student that I would go to talk with him about the two years' experience and provide him with some creative materials."

"Well, if this book is written, I will be the first to read it!" Yin Yueyue said excitedly.