68: Chapter 68 Tell me, whose identity are you really?

The novel website where Shen Weiyue submitted his work was the ultimate choice for achieving godhood in the industry, and a dungeon that many newcomers dared not even attempt to solo.

Many struggling writers couldn't even get a contract in their entire lives, or they had to rely on sheer willpower to grind out a million words alone just to beg for a pity contract.

Dian Dian novel website had too many legendary authors, and talented newcomers were as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river.

But even so, the editor-in-chief and the editor only read the opening of power and sex in officialdom and realized simultaneously that this was a rare, gifted monster.

He was a contender highly likely to become the next legend.

"Who does this style resemble?"

"You think it doesn't look like a newcomer's work either? I suspect it's some big shot's sock puppet."

"Regardless of who it is, I want this sock puppet. Assign him to me."

"You've got damn good luck, dammit."

While the editor-in-chief and the editor were talking, other editors discovered this potential masterpiece and were excitedly preparing to sign it.

But when they found out that someone had already beaten them to the punch, they slapped their thighs and cursed loudly.

Shen Weiyue was unaware of what was happening behind the scenes at the novel website; at this moment, he was wandering aimlessly around the electronics market again.

As his understanding deepened, his desire to open an online store selling mobile phone accessories grew stronger, and he became increasingly conflicted internally.

One point that was hard to let go of was that there were no screen protectors or phone cases on the market yet. In the future world of smart touchscreen phones, these little things would support an industry worth hundreds of billions.

It was like a huge, creamy white cake placed right in front of him, with pink cherries trembling on top, beckoning to Shen Weiyue, "Hey handsome, come here~"

Shen Weiyue was trembling with excitement, wishing he could pounce on it and take a bite right away.

But reality told him that not only could he not eat it, he didn't even get a lick.

Who the hell could tolerate this?

Where is my table knife? I'll stab you to death!

He calculated that if he started with mobile accessories, accumulated capital, and then quickly entered the market for screen protectors and phone cases to seize the opportunity, with proper operation, he would make a fortune in a few years.

Any enterprise that achieves the ultimate in a small, niche field can grow into a towering tree.

Shen Weiyue had this confidence.

"Dammit, maybe I should let that dog Zhou Xiaonan drop out of school and come work as a laborer for me!"

Shen Weiyue spat viciously into the flower bed, his eyes bloodshot like a maddened bull.

"He'll at best get into a second-tier university. What's the use of a crappy second-tier degree? It's better to help me start a business early, make money, and buy a Land Rover; that way, he'll have a sense of participation..."

"He never wanted to study anyway. Following me, he'll be set in a year, grow in three, and go public in five. Isn't that better than getting a crappy degree and going to Foxconn to screw in bolts?"

"No, no, if Aunt and the others find out I encouraged Zhou Xiaonan to drop out, they will definitely break my three legs."

"Sigh, entering a mountain of treasures only to return empty-handed, I hate it!"

Shen Weiyue punched a lamppost, then gloomily wrote down his research findings and business ideas in a small notebook. Just as he was preparing to continue delving into the grassroots to consolidate his thoughts, Luo Chunhong called:

"Son, a rainstorm is coming. Did you bring an umbrella? Come back quickly."

"A rainstorm?"

Shen Weiyue looked up suddenly and realized that the sky had darkened without him noticing. Especially in the southeast, where thick dark clouds were gathering—that was exactly where the Longgang construction site was located.

"I'm coming back right now."

Shen Weiyue didn't hesitate and immediately hailed a taxi to rush to the construction site.

However, when he returned to the site, the rain never fell, and after a while, a strong wind started blowing instead.

After the wind picked up, the dark clouds were quickly blown away.

Shen Weiyue didn't think too much about it and simply returned to the prefab house to continue typing.

His thoughts flowed like a waterfall, and he wrote without needing to edit a single word.

He typed smoothly until three in the afternoon, then stood up and stretched, and opened QQ on his phone, discovering a friend request from a stranger.

"I am Editor Fanxing from Dian Dian, add me fast!"

"Huh, adding me on QQ so quickly?"

Shen Weiyue accepted the friend request, and Editor Fanxing, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately said excitedly: "Tell me, whose sock puppet are you?"

"What sock puppet?"

"Stop pretending. The waters of political novels are so deep that a newcomer couldn't possibly handle it. The editor-in-chief and I have both read it; you are definitely not a newbie. Who is your main account? Is it You Wang Feng Yan, Tango King, or maybe Big Green Frog?"

"Editor, although you think so highly of me, I have to say that I really am a wild author with no sock puppet account."

"Really? Is this wild status authentic?" The editor became even more excited. "Do you have any experience writing on other websites?"

"No."

"Good, good, good, still a pure amateur. Amateurs are good..."

The editor muttered to himself and soon made a decision: "How about this, the editorial team feels your work has great potential and is preparing to sign you. There are two modes: a guaranteed income model and a revenue-sharing model. Which one do you want to choose?"

"Revenue-sharing."

"You're a newcomer, not considering the guaranteed income? You're that confident?"

"Of course, otherwise why would you take the initiative to add me?"

Shen Weiyue was very confident in himself.

A reborn person carrying the blessing of legendary works from the future—if he couldn't become popular after unleashing the tropes of those classic masterpieces, then what was the point of being reborn?

Editor Fanxing sent a meme of someone kneeling and sliding across the floor, then typed: "Alright, I'll send the contract to your email; sign it immediately."

Shen Weiyue replied: "Let's do it tomorrow; I don't have internet right now."

Editor Fanxing: "Please, big shot, you're telling me you have no internet while writing a novel? Are you typing on a landline?"

Shen Weiyue: "I'm at a construction site; I'll go to an internet cafe tomorrow to handle it."

...

"Fuck!" In the Dian Dian website editorial department, a scruffy, bearded fat man couldn't help but slam the table and stand up.

"Editor Fanxing, who are you cursing at now? You just discovered a potential legend, isn't that enough for you to show off?"

"Editor-in-chief, would you believe it? I just contacted Pen Name, and he actually told me he's at a construction site with no internet cable..."

"Hahaha, is he afraid you'll crawl through the internet cable to find him?"

"It's too damn ridiculous. These five chapters of political writing couldn't possibly be written without personal experience. He tells me he's pouring concrete at a construction site; the mental image is so jarring, I can't imagine it..."

"Just because he says it, you believe it? Keep a close eye on him; don't lose him."

The editor-in-chief rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette, and Editor Fanxing immediately became nervous. Writing a political novel well is truly not easy.

In the evening. Shen Weiyue typed two more chapters of the novel, then went out to relieve himself.

There was no dedicated Restroom on the construction site, so everyone tacitly went to a simple dry latrine in a patch of wasteland to take care of business.

After stepping out, Shen Weiyue's expression suddenly changed drastically.

Without knowing when, the wind had stopped. Pagoda-shaped black clouds had piled up in the sky, there was a strong, earthy smell in the mud, and it was unusually muggy.

This was the rhythm of a rainstorm about to fall.

His parents hadn't finished work yet, so Shen Weiyue quickly packed up the DN50 (commonly known as a 2-inch pipe) water pipe, ran back to the prefab house, and put on his hat. "I have to go over there and check!"