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Chapter 3 - Chapter III leading an era

Make an announcement, rush to the scene, and gossip is flying all over the world. If there is no scandal, you have to make it. For an artist, life seems to be filled with these.

Private life is a luxury you want in your dreams.

But since you live a better life than others, you must pay a price, and this price is freedom.

The Hungarian poet once said: life is precious, and love is more expensive. If it is freedom, both can be thrown away.

Although he is the king of film, television and song, there is nothing he can do in some aspects. After all, all sentient beings, with their mouths open and their identity as a public figure, naturally have to be careful.

Otherwise, one mouthful of saliva can't stand it.

In my last life, I had no choice, but in this life, I want to be a person in waves.

Chen Ango has nothing to do all day. He opens his eyes to publish, closes his eyes to sleep, and even hasn't visited the city called Liangcheng where he lives.

Of course, the focus is still in the White House.

Bai Nanshan died, and the will finally appeared.

"How can the white family of Nuo Da have no will!"

Chen ange curled his mouth and fingers.

Although there are many rumors on the Internet, most of them are about Bai Qing leaving as the fourth generation leader of the Bai family.

Concerning the livelihood of thousands of people, the government naturally had to mediate and sent a message to the Bai family to appease them as soon as possible.

Dozens of news a day, I don't know whether it's true or false. There are only twoorthree that can mention white lotus. It's only about the specific content of white master's will, but it hasn't been circulated.

After all, this is family business.

However, it has become a fact that Bai qingkong took the helm of the fourth generation.

At that time, the white lotus should not be wiped out, and in order to win a good reputation, it may give some benefits.

The dust settled, nothing to say!

Chen Ango holds his cheek in one hand, white lotus, why don't you come to me!

...

When the country is strong, everyone will look for something to relax, so the country is paying great attention to film, television and song.

However, the effect of vigorously grasping is negligible. After all, even if it is vigorously grasped, it is impossible to have the strength of a cosmic country.

Moreover, a group of guys who can't help the mud to the wall are like the national football team, which ranks last every year. They eat and die. Chen Ango feels that it's better to let the group go to mining.

Literary literacy is related to knowledge. No matter in which era, people are like pyramids.

Although the official history literature reading materials are Orthodox, they are boring. Therefore, people who spend their time reading novels online are a huge group of consumers.

Plus piracy is almost extinct.

For the first time, Chen Ango felt that the creator had a chance to become the richest man.

One hair per person, sent to the trench list.

"Tut, good literary talent, it's like reading travel notes!"

"It's not just travel notes, but also very interesting. I'm fascinated when I look at it, which makes me unable to extricate myself!"

"I want to know what's in the author's head."

"Darling, I'm fascinated by it. It's like drugs!"

"Isn't this the speed of writing books copied?"

"Copy, why do you copy such a book for me!"

Well, the book review is quarrelling again. Open the grass!

...

Chen angue's face was burning and painful as he was turning over the reader's comments.

Gee, I'm really sorry to be guessed right by you.

Because of the importance of this book, Chen Ango sometimes sends out 40000 or 50000 words a day.

As for Tianlong Babu, he just opened a hole.

As he said, he hopes to bring an era, and Shushan swordsman is the key to this era.

What he wants is not only the classics that he plans to move over later, but also the classics that someone can write because of the biography of Shushan swordsman.

For example, Liang wenhuang, who greedily learned this book.

Shushan is a bit of a misnomer. Of course, it is not fishing for fame, but has been suppressed because of the limitations of the times.

But there is no such limitation here.

Information came backstage. It was expected that if this book could not cause a sensation in online literature, it would be unreasonable.

Although there are VIP in the golden house, compared with his world, VIP is still difficult. After all, the golden house like a library has only a few hundred VIP books.

"Preacher, do you have the copyright of this book?"

Lovely and beautiful small building!

That's why the online name is a little shameless.

...

The editor's hands trembled when typing.

The book of Shushan swordsman biography was reviewed by her. The reason why she paid attention to this book was entirely because she saw that the word count of this book soared to more than 40000 the next day.

With a skeptical attitude, she opened the reading interface of the book.

Just at a glance, I felt relaxed and happy. Just a few words of description, my brain presented a landscape picture.

It seems that the description is like a brush, which makes the reader's mind unconsciously appear in 3D.

The more you read down, the more surprised you are, which you have never seen before.

"Ying Qiong gently got up and looked out through the window. She saw two of his teachers and disciples, each holding a long sword, dancing in the courtyard. Although Yan'er's sword was a little shorter, it was also three feet long. When they first danced, she saw some figures. Later, the rabbits rose and fell, and the dance became more and more urgent. She saw two cold lights, a mass of auspicious snow, rolling around the courtyard..."

"Under the moonlight, a figure and a white shadow, accompanied by a cold light, flew to a towering osmanthus tree in front of the court like a flash of lightning. Then I heard a click and cut down a large branch of the osmanthus tree to the south. The tree body was shaken by this broken branch, and osmanthus flowers scattered like rain. When I looked at it, it was still his teachers and disciples standing in front of the court."

Hiss!

Just a few sentences, but a strange picture appeared in the depths of people's mind.

Confrontation is far away and changes rapidly.

It makes people feel fascinated when reading it, and it's her who can't wait to wield her sword.

But as I read deeper, I fell into it more and more, especially the immortal theory that suddenly appeared behind me.

Fairy?

Sword Fairy?

That kind of strange thing that has never been seen before, just like a baby who has just contacted the Internet, one foot is a vast abyss, and the mud foot is deep!

Forgetting the time, and even forgetting to eat, Xiaolou was heartbroken when "having read the latest chapter" appeared.

finished?

Onehundredthousand words are gone?

WTF!

Always a lady, she couldn't help but burst out a rude remark.

"What's the matter?"

Confused colleague Xiao Yang looked up at the building where he didn't even go to lunch.

"The side leaks!"

Xiao Lou took a deep breath. No matter the white eyes of his colleagues who were about to fall out, his slender fingers clattered on the keyboard with a kind smile on his face.

Well, even across the Internet cable, you should show a smiling face.

Otherwise, what if you meet a dead eunuch!

...

Most of the things that can be thought of have been written out and made into documents. Although this kind of day is boring, Chen ange does it with relish.

Until the person who had been waiting came.

At the time of goodbye, white lotus became thinner.

After entering the door, he threw his bag on the sofa, took off his glasses and hat, and lay on the sofa like a cat, pressing his temples, and his eyebrows were screwed together.

"Failed?"

Chen Ango poured some water.

"Failed!"

White lotus's eyes twinkled, and she gnashed her teeth and said, "they are all a group of white eyed wolves!"

Tut, look at the popularity, the chest is a big cup.