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Chapter 28 post completed, Cola and Zhang Yao, sense of crisis.
There was no way around it; the reputation of the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion was simply too great.
Cheng Wang relied on this online novel to get through many difficult times, and he also highly praised its author.
When you can't hold it in anymore, you can read his books.
Then you'll be glad that life isn't so crazy, and by the way, if you put yourself in the protagonist's shoes, never holding a grudge overnight, you'll feel much more satisfied.
A slight modification was made to the phrase "sitting and looking towards the Dao".
Don't ask, the answer is simply a tribute.
Cheng Wang posted the message and then quickly went offline.
The strategy of waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump requires time to develop, since forums aren't refreshed every minute and every second.
While waiting for someone you like to approach you, and while you're selecting quality resources, you can also continue browsing the help section to find writers like Cola who will commission articles.
If necessary.
Platforms such as Weibo and Baidu Tieba can also be used to find a large number of customers by searching for specific keywords.
He continued browsing the forum's help section and bookmarked several posts that were relatively easy to manage in terms of price, reliability, and difficulty of the needs.
Since the demand is sufficient, there's no need to hesitate.
Potential contributors can be collected and screened into two categories: those seeking quick money and those seeking long-term collaboration.
Writers who receive numerous commissions for articles like "Drink Less Iced Coke," are willing to pay upfront, and whose contributions help spread their reputation, should be categorized under "Long-Term Collaboration" and given priority consideration.
"We'll do a final check of the battlefield later."
Cheng Wang was also a little curious about what would happen if he hadn't established a reputation yet.
How many people can a few high-quality paintings attract when commissioning works on a forum?
Cola is still not online, and the grayed-out avatar has stopped flashing.
After making these arrangements, a message popped up on QQ, but it was from Li Xixi.
[hope: Chengwang, have you finished the worksheets we assigned over the weekend? Let's go through them together sometime later.]
If that's how you put it, what else is there to say?
The class monitor is so passionate!
Cheng Wang turned off his computer, pulled out a practice exam, and, like most recent graduates, began cultivating the fields of knowledge.
……
"Cola, aren't you updating today? Get up now!"
"Hmm, what time is it now? Let me sleep a little longer."
A two-bedroom apartment in Yuhang City.
Zhang Yao rubbed her eyes, feeling as if she had been violently shaken, her mind a blur, as if she had been pulled out of her dream.
She struggled to turn over, groped for her glasses, and tried to find the owner of the voice.
A slightly chubby girl stood by Zhang Yao's bed, rolling her eyes repeatedly.
"Didn't we agree yesterday that if I finished writing early, we'd go out for hot pot together?"
"I……"
Zhang Yao instinctively tried to find an excuse to absolve herself.
result.
The chubby girl didn't give her a chance and spoke first: "Yes, yes, yes, I've been racking my brains, I'm stuck, I can't write anything, and I've been staying up too late. What other words have I not heard before?"
"Cola, before you moved in, you told me this was your house and I wouldn't have to pay rent. I thought I got a bargain! How come I have to write and act as your maid at the same time? I'm speechless."
The cola she mentioned should be called "Drink Less Iced Cola," and it refers to Zhang Yao.
Both are online novel authors on Green River.
Many full-time online writers cannot maintain the same lifestyle as their families, so they move out and find roommates among their peers.
Zhang Yao is the same.
The only difference might be that—
She is a native of Yuhang who was relocated due to land expropriation; her family received several houses as compensation.
What is renting a house?
Is it unnecessary?
Why not just find a like-minded writer to live with?
He was being nagging and chattering on and on about how fat girls were nagging.
Zhang Yao covered her ears, her hair disheveled, and acted like a rogue: "I won't listen, I didn't listen. I had important business to attend to last night, so staying up late is justified."
"What else can you do besides writing?"
"Appreciating Art"
"Hey, don't make me laugh."
"Really!" Zhang Yao groped around again and finally pulled her phone out from under her pillow, saying with great seriousness:
"Look, didn't I commission a few drafts? They're absolutely gorgeous!"
"I can't help but post it in various groups to show off. Men can be this beautiful too, I have to share it!"
"I never thought I'd have to feed my own food back home, hehe..."
Splat!
The chubby girl threw a thick nightgown at Zhang Yao, who had finally managed to sit up, causing her to lie back down and abruptly interrupting her silly laughter.
"Come on, get up now. I'll go buy some ingredients and we'll just cook something at home."
No one was visible under the pajamas, but muffled sounds could be heard coming from them.
"Aww."
After some tugging, Zhang Yao finally got out of bed and found that the fat girl had already left the house.
"Seriously, I wanted to show you too. Everyone's praising my luck for meeting such a talented artist. Next time I commission someone, I'll definitely include all of them—"
The sentence ended abruptly.
She stared blankly at her phone screen, her mind filled with only one thought.
Oops!
I just sent the message and then I accidentally fell asleep again!
Was it sleepwalking? That's strange, I don't remember ever contacting you.
The message ended at 10:00 AM, and now it is...
Haha, it's 7 PM.
This damn biological clock!
While blaming herself, Zhang Yao quickly read and replied to the comments, saying, "I will open a recruitment thread on the forum. Oh right, I mentioned this before."
Then open the forum's help section.
soon.
She found a post by a user named "Zuowangdao", clicked on it, and compared the post with the accompanying pictures through private messages. She confirmed that it was indeed the professional artist who had drawn the artwork for her.
The post already has nearly sixty replies.
Given the current prevalence of electronic devices, the sheer number of replies in just a few hours is very close to that of a popular post in a small forum.
Humans all have eyes that can appreciate beauty, and the person who posted this must be a master artist!
In addition to the manuscripts he had previously completed, the post also included several images from his personal portfolio.
Zhang Yao didn't know it was a casual sketch; all she knew was that even with such a hasty style, it was surprisingly beautiful.
The lines, seemingly about to leap out, are arranged in a seemingly chaotic manner, but in fact, their distribution is well-balanced.
The curves are full and the straight lines are sharp.
The irregular aesthetic style seems to be full of a strong desire for expression, trying to come to life through the image!
She had seen others display the three-view drawings and character cards to varying degrees before.
The final manuscript was of far higher quality than usual. Zhang Yao was pleasantly surprised, but also felt a constant internal struggle between the two opposing viewpoints: that it was to be expected.
The little devil said, "The other person is a professional artist. Shouldn't they be expected to have this level of skill?"
The little angel said, "Cola, Cola, you should be grateful. If you miss this opportunity, you might never get another chance!"
In short, Zhang Yao had some expectations.
But these individual works are beyond anyone's ability to predict beforehand.
The entirely new visual style, appearing for the first time, made her think of only one thing without a doubt:
I'd also like to commission an article for this!
Damn it, if I hadn't overslept, I might have already received the finished product by now!
Zhang Yao was exasperated and smacked her head before continuing to check the replies to the post.
His expression grew increasingly serious.
She read through more than sixty replies in detail.
Instantly.
A strange sense of crisis arose in Zhang Yao's heart!