Vol 2 Chapter 22: Learning to imitate

　　 is approaching the evening.
　　 A touch of sunset was still hanging on the road.
　　SurFace Technology Museum is set up with an outdoor cafe, fully transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, combined with automatic technology network to order food, which is a popular leisure destination for white-collar workers.
　　 Of course, the consumption here is also in the forefront, a cup of coffee will be sold for 98 yuan, a few small blueberry cakes are beautifully presented.
　　 "Lin Shao, you can rest assured! This is sure to help you get it done properly." A middle-aged man with a ruddy hair, rubbed his hands.
　　Lin Yanzu twisted a blueberry biscuit and chewed it slowly.
　　 "Money will give you enough, the most popular one recently should be the poetry column of the review network."
　　 "This..." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth: "This column may be difficult."
　　 Lin Yanzu frowned slightly, looked at the other side with his eyes narrowed, and asked tentatively, "No?"
　　 Yu Xingchang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The boutique column did not accept good reviews, but he knew that if he said no, he was afraid that this single business would be abandoned.
　　 "OK! But you have to add money!"
　　 Lin Yanzu raised his eyebrows slightly, took a straw and took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, and asked, "How much!"
　　 Yu Xingchang hesitatedly raised two fingers, then worried enough, and immediately became three fingers.
　　 "300,000?" Lin Yanzu was a little dissatisfied.
　　 "No, no, 30,000!" The middle-aged man secretly wiped a sweat. The current rich second generation likes to add zero to the back.
　　Lin Yanzu smiled, "I thought you were nervous about this money, I gave you more than 50,000, a total of 350,000."
　　 "Holly, please ensure that it is done properly." Yu Xingchang nodded excitedly.
　　Speaking of this, Lin Yanzu still had some concerns. He leaned down and asked seriously, "Is it really okay?"
　　 "Lin Shao, you don't know. Every year, countless people find me. You are not the most powerful."
After all, Yu Xingchang secretly leaned over and said in a small voice: "Actually, there are few who really have the level, most of them are operated by false marketing. The Wang Dongxue that fired this year is actually the sales that my friend gave to the brush. ."
　　 "Yo!" Lin Yanzu was a little surprised.
　　He thought the entertainment circle was messy enough, but he didn't expect the literature circle to be so.
　　 "If I can have his fame, I will double the money for you five times!" Lin Yanzu grinned.
　　 Five times? ? ?
　　 Yu Xingchang took a breath, it was more than one million!
　　 But he turned around and thought that although Wang Dongxue was hype, it was born in a new generation after all, and the standard is not much higher than the rich kid in front of him.
　　 "The meal should be stuttered, Lin Shao don't worry!" He explained with a smile.
　　 "OK! The sooner the better!" Lin Yanzu leaned on the back of the chair and picked up the latest version of this year's SurFace tablet to play the game.
　　……
the other side.
　　Mo Zhuo Si returned home, lying on the bed all at once, looked at the ceiling with two eyes, as if the next world.
　　 He found that he had been walking the wrong way.
　　Critics, instructing Jiangshan during chatting, that's what I want.
　　Although she is wearing a lot of gorgeous clothes, they are not what she wants.
　　 Probably because happiness came too suddenly and made him go in the wrong direction!
　　Muo Zhuosi is now barely able to sort out his thoughts. To become a top critic, you need to be recognized in two ways.
　　For example, readers.
　　 For example, the author.
　　Obtained by readers can use a lot of flickering techniques, but it is not easy to want to flicker the author.
　　 Must show real skills!
　　 The simplest, tell a rookie, how to write poetry?
　　 The corner of Moustro's mouth rose slightly, which seems quite interesting. I have commented on famous artists all day long, and there is nothing to watch except for the thorns.
　　 Of course, if you can point the famous master to a step up, it would really be a blast!
　　 Of course there is currently no such strength.
　　When he wiped his hair after taking a shower, the phone suddenly rang twice, and there should be a text message.
　　Because harassment was turned on, the harassment phone number was rejected, but there were also many people who sent text messages to scold, so Morzos did not pay attention to it.
　　 He memorized almost all the hazy poems, and he found himself almost squandering his advantage.
　　If you don’t send out the obscure poems, you can comment on the instructor against the popular style above.
　　 But now that the whole world has seen hazy poems, their vision advantage has been seriously weakened.
　　 is only valuable if it is in its own hands and is unique.
　　 Before, he was like an upstart who suddenly gained a lot of wealth. He didn't understand how to use the money to bring real changes to himself.
　　He began to try to write hazy poems by himself, and he almost didn't release the poems of North Island.
　　 Beidao and Gu Cheng have different life experiences, and the style and artistic conception written are naturally different.
　　 The first step in learning is often imitation.
　　 "You did not return as scheduled, and this is the meaning of parting."-North Island "Daydream"
　　 This sentence, Mo Zhuo Si uses his own thinking to understand, and then imitate.
　　 "You wave and leave, and this is the prelude to parting."-Morrows "Prelude"
　　 "If you don't arrive as scheduled, I will know the last choice."-Morrowth's Choice
　　He didn't know if he was a genius, but he had never thought about it before.
　　It was not until the system denied that he said that he was "not a genius", and Mo Zhuosi began to really look at himself.
Sometimes the change is so inadvertent, he feels that since he is a genius, he should not be inferior to others~EbookFREE.me~Prelude, "choice" two poems may not have reached the mood of the North Island , But it is already a leap forward for Morzos.
　　 Maybe in the near future, maybe it will be late in old age, but one day, I can reach another height.
　　 Woke up after a sleep and started to catch the bus again.
　　The crowd of commuters seemed to be urging him to buy a car. Moroz thought that he was really not suitable for crowding the bus.
　　Special time is when the publicity advertisement is sent out, in case it is recognized by someone, this is undoubtedly a little lost.
　　After he returned to the unit, he finally saw a unique office space of his own. The location next to it was Xue Yingzhuo, which was equipped with more music equipment than himself.
　　 and his position is more inclined to the literary style he pursued.
　　Muo Zhuo Si actually also likes music, likes movies, but he knows that he has no time to live now, but if he can draw other novels next time, he may take the initiative to apply literary novels to his review area.
　　Because Morzos didn't give a face "no welcome" to his arrival last time, Xue Yingzhuo has never given him a good look.
　　 The two didn't even greet each other, which actually let Moroz think about it. After all, the office relationship was not easy.
　　 At this time, he received another text message, which reminded him that there was insufficient traffic in the month. When he was about to close the text message interface, he glanced at his eyes and suddenly saw another one.
　　 "Hello, Mr. Mo, I have a work here that I want to be selected for your column. If you are willing to give a higher score, perhaps a high score under your tolerance, we are willing to give you a generous reward!"
　　 Mo Zhuo Si Leng a moment, buy praise?