"This... is not very convenient." The author rejected Liu Gan.

"This is a contract advance payment of 20,000 yuan. I'll pay you the account first. If the negotiation can be completed, the entire contract amount will be about several million yuan, but we need to discuss the details of the contract signing both sides." Liu Gan transferred 20,000 yuan to the author on WeChat on the spot, and then raised it to the author again.

As long as we meet and use Liu Gan's methods, there is nothing that cannot be asked.

"This...uhhh...Okay, I'm in Yunfeng City now, where do you think we will meet?" After receiving 20,000 yuan, the author's attitude towards Liu Gan immediately changed greatly. His speech became respectful, and his ugly face appeared on the paper.

"Yunfeng City... How about Liuyun Hotel? I'm waiting for you at the entrance of the hotel." Liu Gan found that he was in Yunfeng City now, and outside the park, you could vaguely see the huge golden characters outside the wall of Liuyun Hotel.

"Okay, I'll arrive in about half an hour. By the way, your surname is? What clothes are you wearing?"

"I don't have the surname Qi, my surname is Qi, my black casual shirt and black pants." Liu Gan borrowed the body, so I'll use his surname.

"OK."

...

Liuyun Hotel.

Half an hour later.

A middle-aged man with a vulgar appearance and a short and fat figure dressed neatly. He rode his bicycle to the vicinity of Liuyun Hotel, locked his bicycle in a dark alley, and then he tidied up his clothes and walked towards the gate of Liuyun Hotel.

"Is it Mr. Qi?" The middle-aged man asked Liu Gan respectfully after coming over.

"You are the author of the trembling world."

“Yes, you…”

"I finally found you!" Liu Gan punched him, then carried the middle-aged man and walked towards the dark alley next to the hotel.

...

Yunfeng City, in the suburbs, Siping Warehouse.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Liu Gan patted the author's fat face.

The author was swollen half of his face, tilted his head and drooled without waking up.

Liu Gan walked over and took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid and poured it on the author's head.

"Ah! Help!" The author finally woke up, raised his head and looked at Liu Gan in horror.

"Don't shout, there is no one here within a few kilometers, and no one can hear it if you shout." Liu Gan took a tool box and put it in front of him.

"You...you..." The author's eyes became even more terrified.

"Do you know who I am?" Liu Gan asked the author lightly.

"Are you... Mr. Qi? from the game company?" The author found himself tied to a pillar. After trying it, he quickly cut off the idea of ​​breaking free. The rope was tied very professionally and there was no possibility of escape.

"No, my surname is Qi, my surname is Liu, my name is Liu Gan, you are very familiar with it." Liu Gan squatted in front of the author, reached out and opened the tool box in front of him, which contained iron pliers, scalpels, mini chainsaws, needles and other tools that could make people feel fear-associated.

"You...you...don't hurt me...the protagonist of my novel...the same name as you...no...it was not intentional, and...I...I didn't write him as a bad guy!" The author looked at the tools in Liu Gan's toolbox and became so scared that he stuttered.

"I'll ask you again, and you honestly answer me, was it your writing of the trembling world or was it adapted from the story of someone you saw?" Liu Gan picked up the miniature chainsaw and powered it up. The blade rotated violently, and found a creeping buzzing sound.

"It's...I wrote it." The author answered honestly.

"But why everything in this novel is exactly the same as my experience!" Liu Gan then shouted, reached out and forced the author's hand, and moved the chainsaw toward the author's little finger.

"I don't know! I don't know! Please don't hurt me. My parents are in my seventies to raise me. My wife is just pregnant. If you kill me, they will be helpless! Ahhhhhhh! It hurts! It hurts so much! Help!" The author screamed with his eyes closed.

"I haven't started sawing yet, are you calling me a hair?" Liu Gan looked at the author in a strange way. The chainsaw is now a few centimeters away from his fingers!

"Have you seen it yet?" The author opened his eyes and looked at it. After seeing the chainsaw, he immediately screamed again.

"It seems that I have to suffer some trouble." Liu Gan really pressed the chainsaw down this time, and the author's scream immediately increased by dozens of decibels. This time it was really screaming, even worse than slaughtering a pig.

"You guys who write by hand make a living. If you don't tell the truth, I will saw off all your fingers one by one, and you will be completely ruined." Liu Gan handed the author's little finger to the author.

"I'm telling the truth! Brother, please spare me! Please!" The author begged Liu Gan with a pale face and sweating profusely.

"I'll ask you again, why everything in your novel is exactly the same as my experience? In addition, what is the ending of your novel? How do you plan to arrange for me?" Liu Gan took the buzzing chainsaw to the author's eyes, so that the author could see clearly how the saw blade turned.

"End...End...How do you want to end? I will arrange three wives and four concubines for you, no, let you be the emperor, a big queen~ how about the palace?" The author and Liu Gan started discussing.

"Stop talking nonsense! I'm asking you what the ending was arranged in the original outline?" Liu Gan raised his voice and spoke in an impatient tone.

"The original ending... should be... it was to climb the civilization and technology tree in the universe, and write at least one million words, so that the protagonist Liu Gan finally became a member of the Neng tribe by various chances, solved the aging problem of the Milky Way, and then established a unique and regular spatial tumor, transformed into a human form with her, lived happily together, and gave birth to a baby." The author quickly answered Liu Gan so that he would not have a finger cut off in time.

"Why did it change?" Liu Gan frowned. If the truth behind the trembling world was really written by this author, it would be too terrible. Wouldn't his fate be controlled in the hands of this man?

"Readers scold you! I scold you every day in the book review area. I thought I was not well written and did not meet their requirements, so I changed it." The author quickly answered Liu Gan.

"When you wrote this novel, you didn't have an outline? You often change it because of readers?" Liu Gan continued to ask. He had too many doubts in his heart, but he didn't know if what he got from this man was the final truth.

"There is an outline, and it is not changed frequently, but there are also many changes." The author trembled all over and didn't dare to tell a lie.
Chapter completed!