Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The Realm of Fine Quality? (1/2)
Chapter 8: Chapter 8: The Realm of Fine Quality?
Editor Youyou took a sip of coffee, then rejected the idea.
Lin Chuan’s 20,000-word opening revealed a penitent reflection on a gambler’s life, narrating a magnificent personal trajectory in a mundane tone.
Youyou felt a genuine sense of immersion.
She strongly suspected it was the opening of an autobiography by a gambler swindler.
Yes, that’s right!
An autobiography!
The stories heard from Second Uncle ultimately belonged to Second Uncle. It would be hard for Lin Chuan to write such empathetic words.
So, this was Lin Chuan’s autobiography?
When Youyou came to this conclusion, she herself was startled, then chuckled in disbelief.
This seemed impossible!
Afterward, Youyou sent a teasing message to Lin Chuan, “Is this your autobiography? /smirk.jpg”
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Near Happiness Community.
Lin Chuan walked into a beef noodle restaurant.
“Welcome, sir. Please place your order here.”
The lady at the front desk glanced at Lin Chuan and served him with politeness.
Lin Chuan looked at the menu, “A bowl of beef noodles, please.”
15 yuan!
The lady at the front desk then asked, “Would you like to add any side dishes? Extra beef for 8 yuan, extra egg for 3 yuan.”
Lin Chuan shook his head, “No need.”
Way too expensive!
He wouldn’t be able to pay next month’s rent if he did!
Lin Chuan found a seat in a corner.
Soon after.
Youyou sent a message.
“Is this your autobiography? /smirk.jpg”
Lin Chuan’s mouth twitched instantly, and he responded with a rhetorical question, “Youyou, do you think that’s possible?”
Youyou: “/lol.jpg”
Youyou: “Just kidding, let me briefly share my thoughts.”
Lin Chuan replied, “Please do tell.”
After pondering for a moment, Youyou’s slender and fair fingers tapped swiftly on the keyboard, “This opening gives me a very stunning feeling, very real, and with a strong sense of engagement.”
“The part describing the dice-cheating skills is detailed and spot-on, capturing the essence of a swindler’s life. If you can maintain this level of writing, I think this book could hit the featured list.”
Lin Chuan paused, carefully reviewing every word Youyou sent.
The word ‘featured’ was particularly eye-catching.
Featured!
How much money would that be per month?
As everyone knows, the writer’s community also has their hierarchy of ascension.
Newbie, perennial loser, minor hit, major hit, ten thousand subscriptions, Heavenly King, Influent Author, Platinum, Supreme God.
A newbie at the initial stage, full of hope, with the makings of a Platinum.
The perennial loser lives off the eight hundred yuan for perfect attendance, merely getting by, struggling in the unforgiving sea of internet literature.
Lin Chuan was at this stage.
But once he breaks into the ‘featured’ realm, even as a minor hit, he could comfortably aim for a modest life, enjoying four dishes and a soup.
As for a major hit or ten thousand subscriptions, Lin Chuan didn’t dare to imagine.
Lin Chuan’s fingers trembled slightly, as if he had Parkinson’s, “Can it really be featured?”
Youyou: “Yes!”
With Youyou’s affirmative answer, Lin Chuan finally saw a chance to touch the threshold of ‘featured’. His hopes soared, and he clenched his fist excitedly, straightening his slightly hunched back.
His confidence in ‘Swindler’s Life’ surged in an instant!
The system, it truly works wonders!
“Sir, your beef noodles are ready.”
The lady brought over the beef noodles and placed them in front of Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan glanced at the large and wide bowl, which had only a few slices of beef on it, and called the lady over, “Hold on a moment!”
The lady looked puzzled, “Sir, what’s the matter?”
“Add an extra serving of beef and an egg for me!”
Lin Chuan was very generous, as though he was about to buy out the entire noodle shop.
“Sir, you mean to add a serving of beef and an egg?”
The lady hesitated for a while, feeling that the customer in front of her seemed to glow with a spark in his eyes and an aura of confidence, almost like a different person from when he first walked in.
“Hmm.”
Lin Chuan hummed affirmatively, “And bring a bottle of soy milk.”