The system said in a completely disdainful tone: "Please check it yourself!" After the system finished speaking, it stopped paying attention to Ding He.

Ding He began to check the emotional value records. Looking at the recent expenditure records, Ding He screamed in shock: "No, you play with me! Didn't you agree to be a hundred?"

"Ding!" The system looked despised and blew Ding He, "Host upgrades, prize level increases, emotional value consumption increases simultaneously!"

Ding He thought for a while, but couldn't refute it. Finally, he put it in a sentence: "That can't be ten times more! This is ten times more!"

The system looked at Ding He with a heartache. He was really a stingy salted fish. I wonder if the more I pay, the more I get? Poor host, I really don’t have an IQ online!

Ding He knew that the system would not pay attention to him, but he couldn't control himself and kept nagging. Finally, he stopped. Thinking of tomorrow's live broadcast, he asked unwillingly: "System, how much emotional value is needed to exchange for a song?"

"The emotional value consumption is increased to ten times, please convert it by the host!" The system was speechless to Ding He. Do you still need to ask such a simple question?

"I'll go, change a song. Is it worth ten thousand emotions?" Ding He couldn't believe it and asked weakly.

"Congratulations to the host for answering correctly!" the system said sarcastically.

"Ten thousand? What should I do? If you want to sing a new song in the future, you have to wait for many days!" Ding He looked like he was indulging in love with him, muttering to himself, "I just saw a little improvement, so you just played with me like this! Can the system upgrade be returned?"

The system really couldn't help it. After all, it was its own host. It could only remind: "The big star system covers all areas of becoming a star!"

"What's the use of many fields? The lottery is so expensive!" Ding He said casually without thinking without thinking about it.

"Are you stupid? Emotional income is more than just a way to sing, okay?" The system finally couldn't help it and said angrily.

Ding He was startled by the system. Although the cold system was not popular, the current system was even more scary! Ding He asked tentatively: "That... are you a system?"

"I can't bear it! Why am I so unlucky? I chose a host like you?" The system turned into a swearing mode and complained loudly, "I have such an invincible and handsome system in the universe, why did I meet you, a salted fish? Are you stupid? You can't write books? You can't act? You are stupid and you are trash. Don't blame the system for it?"

Ding He was stunned when he heard the fierce system's scolding, especially the last few words, which were simply enlightenment. Yes, he shouldn't have hanged himself on a tree, you can try something else!

"System, thank you! Take out "Zhu Xian" for me!" Ding He changed his decadence just now, stood up from the bed, came to the table, and opened his old notebook.

The system is quite powerful. Although it is cursing, "Zhu Xian" still appears in Ding He instantly. Ding He learns directly like the skill book, and the content of the entire book "Zhu Xian" instantly appears in his mind.

After waiting for two or three minutes, the old laptop finally turned on. Open the browser and Ding He directly searched for the novel website. There was no dazzle on the earth, only a few scattered windows.

After looking at several website introductions, Ding He found that the rules of the online literature world in this world are quite sound. There are only six famous websites, with quite clear division of labor. Three are male and three are female, and their strengths are not much different.

This world is quite strict in protecting copyright. Once piracy occurs, legal responsibility will be pursued, resulting in many small websites having no room for survival.

Looking at the three male websites, Ding He compared the three companies and thought about it, he finally decided to choose Yuechuang.com to publish books. Because Yuechuang has a good reputation and good welfare benefits.

After making a decision, Ding He no longer hesitated and started to register an author on Yuechuang.com. The process was very simple, but the computer was too stuck. He worked it for half an hour. The pseudonym was the same as Weibo, so he was called Heqianding.

After successfully registering, Ding He couldn't wait to start publishing books, registering the title of "Zhu Xian", which has not been used yet. He chose the fantasy category of Xianxia, ​​and the type was exclusively released, and the introduction was also unchanged. There were no gods in this world, but since ancient times... this story started with "Qingyunmen"!

It was clearly at night, but the website review was still very fast. In less than five minutes, the book had been approved and new chapters could be released. Ding He had some complete "Zhu Xian" in his mind, so he wrote it like a god.

Looking at this classic and knocking it out from his fingers, Ding He felt guilty (excited). This book is an eternal classic, and the cute Biyao often appears in his youthful dreams. Ding He seems to have seen a large number of emotional values ​​wave to him again, reaching the peak of his life in minutes, taking the position of ceo, and marrying a rich and beautiful woman.

After wiping the saliva at the corner of his mouth, Ding He continued to write crazily, but he was single for so long and his hand speed was still not strong. He was typing until one o'clock in the morning, and he had only 10,000 words.

After rubbing his sleepy eyes, Ding He couldn't stand it. He looked reluctantly, turned off the computer in the first three chapters he sent out. Lying on the bed, Ding He thought about becoming famous in his book, and his emotional value continued. Not long after, Ding He fell asleep.

Maybe he was too excited. Ding He slept very late, but got up quite early. After washing and cleaning, he squatted directly in front of the computer, turned on the coder mode, and output frantically on the keyboard.

I was typing until two o'clock and couldn't help but stop. I packed up and took the live broadcast equipment out. I ate a little while on the way, took the bus, and rushed towards Pujiang Drama Academy.

I didn’t finish the lottery yesterday, but fortunately there was a song that I won the last time, but I haven’t sung yet. Today I will take it first and deal with it later. A new song should be OK, Ding He thought of it.

When he arrived at the Qinghu Pavilion, Ding He waited quietly for 6:30 in the afternoon. He felt stunned for a while, and it was almost 6:30 in the morning. Ding He quickly started to install equipment.

In a high-end villa in Pujiang, a young man was smoking a cigar in his hand and urged to the busy man next to him: "Hurry up, I'm going to kill him beautifully today! Where is Lao Liu? Haven't my song been sent yet?"

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Liu said, "I am compiling the music for the last time. I will send it to you in half an hour!" A middle-aged man in a suit, standing timidly like a primary school student.

I caught a cold last night and didn’t sleep well. I updated a little late. I’m sorry!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!