With that, Qianlong Lee knew that the other party had also failed to complete the task to the point of not being able to eat.

Qianlong Lee immediately took out some of the remaining buns and threw them on each other's beds, laughing, "I have a lot of buns here, so if you're hungry, eat some."

The teenager immediately grabbed the buns and gobbled them down.

But the steamed bread was so dry that he rushed to the table and poured a glass of water, raising his neck to drink it all in one gulp. That's when he sighed, "I can't even remember not eating for a few days, man thanks, by the way, what's your name?"

"My name isQianlong Lee." Qianlong Lee gave his name.

The teen listens and replies, "Dude, my name is Chengwen Xue and I'm new here, please take care of me."

Qianlong Lee kept his head down, smiled wryly, and, after three years of being a public-grade web writer himself, is now an old man. After a moment's thought, he handed over a couple more buns. Chengwen Xue quickly took it and after a few mouthfuls realized she was a little embarrassed.

"Dude, you better save some for yourself, you don't know, that guy at the chore has a bad stomach and doesn't even think of us as public class web writers!" Xue said as he ate.

"Don't you see him? The guy who arranges the chores. He's not a nice guy to look at, shifty. He used to be a handyman too, but someone up there got into this fat job." Chengwen Xue took a sip of water and explained through gritted teeth.

Qianlong Lee, of course, knew he was talking about Cao Biao, the superintendent of the public office. The steward, Cao Biao, was also a former public level web writer.

It was only later said to have turned to one of the top shelf web writers, as a servant of the top shelf web writer, before getting into the handyman's gravy train.

Qianlong Lee knew that Chengwen Xue's job was to chop wood, enough of it to eat on the land every day.

Since he became a public level web writer, it often took him three or four days to eat a meal in the first place. Normally full of water, he had shortened his time to one meal in two days.

Don't think you can get away with all this work with magic.

Public-level web writers can cast some basic spells only if they reach Public Six or Seven. Like a simple spell with a little fireball and a little wind or something.

Chengwen Xue is also extremely poorly qualified, having only honed a public doppelganger for three months.

There is only a weak mana of the network writers under the weight of the public nine, and usually only a few mortal skills, simply not enough to cast any decent spells.

Apart from being a little stronger than the average man, the fighting force was that of the warriors of the mortal world.

Network writers have a tough road. First comes the wisdom, then comes the heart. Countless ordinary network writers accumulated years of hard practice, but in the end, no chance to break the true meaning of network literature, can only fall.

It is said that only by becoming the supreme God-like web writer. To jump out of the three realms, not in the five lines, life and heaven with, can be said to be infinite.

In the path of online author practice, Huigen means the speed of practice. The better Huigen, the easier and faster it will be to reach higher ground.

Huigen poor, but it takes many times more time and resources than qualified people to succeed, so few writers want to cultivate Huigen poor network authors.

The strong people of the mainland can fly to heaven and earth to travel to the netherworld. It is not difficult to catch the sun, the moon and the stars by moving mountains between the fingers of a bullet. And the low network writers for slave girls, taste the bitterness of the world.

What's in front of you is only a small part of what's happening, and there's more to the plight of public level web writers.

"Bang,!" There was a loud bang. Before Qianlong Lee could get up, the already dilapidated door was kicked in.

A tall man, called Wuwen Zhou, tall and burly, stepped in. Wuwen Zhou had just joined the Seven-Heeled Wenzong a month ago, and now he had been perfected into the Public Six.

He's been showing off since he arrived at the Public-Class Internet Author's Residence. Claiming his backstage role is that of a contract level network writer for Seven West, he has already entered the realm of signing up for Nine and is preparing to hit the shelves behind closed doors.

Therefore, the public network writers here are afraid of Wuwen Zhou, who has the contracted network writers in the background.

Because there are rules in the Seven Seasons that contract level network writers kill public level network writers for the right reasons! Signature-level network writers are generally not allowed to kill each other.

As for top-shelf web authors, there is simply no justification for killing public-grade web authors. However, the author of the top-shelf network wants to kill the public level author of the signed network, but for the right reasons.

The fear of the crowd made Wuwen Zhou feel more and more triumphant, and finally, because Qianlong Lee was late for her visit, Wuwen Zhou asked Qianlong Lee to do all the work for her for seven days.

The strong survive, the weak are eliminated. The contracted network writers, even in the company of the public network writers, are unlikely to treat the public network writers as friends of equal status, but as bossy subordinates.

The same can be said for top-shelf network writers, who never look at the contract network writers of Seven Up, let alone the public network writers.

Strict hierarchies give upper network writers a detached sense of superiority.

This is largely because they despise low-level web writers, even if they once started out as public-level web writers and climbed up the ladder to where they are today.

Wuwen Zhou's job was to chop down hundreds of pounds of wood in a day. The original Qianlong Lee was afraid of Wuwen Zhou's retaliation and had to comply.

Therefore, the original Qianlong Lee did seven or eight hours a day, the already extremely poor body was simply overwhelmed, only to die suddenly under extreme strain, so that the spirit of Qianlong Lee who came through just happened to enter the body.

Wuwen Zhou was only eighteen years old, but she was tall and had broad arms. Now he raged, his egg eyes wide and chilling.

Wuwen Zhou's brow furrowed as he stepped into the room, seeing Qianlong Lee sitting at his desk writing a novel. At the same time, behind Wuwen Zhou, a tall, thin teenager walked in, his eyes attentive to Wuwen Zhou.

"You don't want to live when you have time to write a novel and not work for me!" Outraged that Qianlong Lee wasn't there to help him, Wuwen Zhou walked over to Qianlong Lee and raised her hand in a slap.

"pa!" It all happened in a flash, and before Qianlong Lee could react, he saw Wuwen Zhou slap him across the face.

Qianlong Lee subconsciously wants to hide, how body constitution is too poor, reaction speed can not keep up.

Wuwen Zhou's slap landed squarely on Qianlong Lee's face, sending him rolling to the ground. A burning sensation came over her face, chilling Qianlong Lee's eyes.

A wave of anger welled up in her, and Qianlong Lee was about to get up and fight back. But as he braced himself on his hands, a pain shot through his body, leaving him with no strength.

Qianlong Lee thought of the power of a contracted web author, but didn't fight back, just turned and glared at Wuwen Zhou!

"Grass, what are you looking at, from now on, you will finish not only Master Ben's hundred pounds of wood, but also Xiao Yang's hundred pounds of wood every day! Do you hear me?" Wuwen Zhou ordered Qianlong Lee with a condescending glare.