"Zhao Yan! What are you writing? Love letters?"

Zhang Peng asked curiously.

Zhao Yan frowned slightly, his thoughts were disturbed, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Peng. Zhao Yan suddenly said, "Zhang Peng! Can you do me a favor? I'll treat you to dinner tonight!"

Zhang Peng smiled and rubbed his hands and asked, "Okay! Why are you busy? But I want to eat the refrigerated meat tonight!"

Zhao Yan smiled and nodded, and agreed in one bite: "Okay! Just order whatever you want!"

When students were treating each other, Zhao Yan was not worried that Zhang Peng would go to a five-star hotel or something. If he had to die, he would only have a few dishes and soup from a small restaurant outside the school.

"Then! Tell me! What do you need me to do for you? Should I send you a love letter?" Zhang Peng also became happy after receiving Zhao Yan's promise.

Zhao Yan: "Help me buy a recorder! It must be of better quality! When buying, you must help me record a few sentences to try the sound quality!"

Zhang Peng: "Ah? What do you want to do with a recorder? Can't your phone record? "

Zhao Yan shook his head slightly and said, "No! The sound quality of the phone's recorder is too poor! Just say help, right?"

Zhang Peng was a little embarrassed and hesitated and said, "But, but I don't know where to buy it!"

Without saying a word, Zhao Yan searched on his laptop, then pointed to the map he searched for, and smiled and turned back to Zhang Peng: "Do you know now? Is there an omnipotent Internet, and do you still have something you don't know?"

Zhang Peng was speechless and gave Zhao Yan a thumbs up.

"You are strong!"

Zhao Yan smiled, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out one golden hundred-dollar bill after another, and took seven or eight photos together and took them into Zhang Peng's hand, saying, "Don't save me money! Buy the best one! If the money is not enough, call me and tell me that I will transfer the money to you on my phone, or you can help me advance it first, and I will give it to you when I come back!"

Zhao Yan didn't know how much a high-quality recording pen costs. He estimated that two or three hundred yuan should be able to handle it, but if he asked others to help him do things, he would definitely have to give more money. In this regard, as long as he had money, he would not be stingy.

"Ok!"

Seeing that Zhao Yan gave so much money, Zhang Peng suddenly felt that this was much easier.

"I'll take a taxi!" Zhang Peng said this when he turned around and went out.

Zhao Yan nodded. When Zhang Peng left, the smile on Zhao Yan's face was curled, and he narrowed his eyes again and wrote the lyrics while recalling.

Soon, all the lyrics of "You Look at the Moon's Face" were written out.

After writing this song, Zhao Yan squinted his eyes and thought about it for a while, and then found a song in his mind that he thought should be suitable for Yu Qiluo to sing.

"Thousands of Songs".

In order to impress Yu Qiluo to buy his songs, Zhao Yan tried his best to recall the songs he thought were the best in his dreams. This is completely different from the novels he wrote. Although he had not read the complete version of the book, if he wrote down the content he had read and submitted it, the possibility of writing the manuscript was almost 100%, and the remuneration standard should not be lower than the recently published "Rebirth of the Great Sword of the Sword of the Soldier".

But Zhao Yan thought about it carefully and felt that this was a loss!

He is not very famous yet and is a complete newcomer in the novel industry. Before the writing of "Rebirth of the Great Sword of the Soldier", he expected that with his fame at that time, no matter what kind of work he wrote, the royalties would not be very high.

Before the submission of "Rebirth: The Great Sword of Soldiers", Zhao Yan's expected royalties were only about a thousand words and hundreds of yuan. Later, he was able to get a royalties of one hundred and five words, which was also Xiao Mengyue's credit.

Zhao Yan had already thought about the stories in his dreams that he would not write them before he read the complete version. He had to extract wonderful characters and exciting plots from the wonderful works he had read in his dreams, and add his own inspiration to combine them into books to get mixed fees, and also exercise his writing style and story structure skills.

After reading all the good books in my dreams, I will copy them out. I believe that by then, his reputation in the novel industry should be high and he can get higher royalties!

In short, Zhao Yan is a good guy who has a good plan! He wants to sell the good books in his dreams repeatedly! He first learns from the characters and plots in the books and writes a few writing works. Later, he has read the full text of the books before making money!

However, there is no way to defeat this!

Although Zhao Yan's frequency of entering the realistic dream has been much higher recently, it is not something he can enter just by wanting to enter. The most important thing is that every time he enters the dream, what is Lu Yang doing in the dream, even reading that book or even a certain paragraph, he can't help him.

So far, Zhao Yan has not seen a complete novel in his dream.

Zhao Yan can't publish a book every time, it has several styles like the book "Full Moon Scimitar" he published before, right?

There are three styles in the first book, which can also be said to be trying to explore his own style, but if every book does this, anyone will doubt it.

Although no one can find evidence of his plagiarism even if others suspect it, it is always a very unpleasant thing to be suspected of plagiarism.

What's more, how many more classic works in the dream can be sold for more money? Why not do it?

...

Zhao Yan had just written a few words in "Thousands of Songs" and suddenly stopped writing.

He suddenly discovered something very painful. He could recall the melody and sound of "Thousand Thousand Que Songs", but this song was sing in Cantonese. Zhao Yan had heard several Cantonese songs before, but he had never learned the lyrics of Cantonese. Therefore, Zhao Yan suddenly realized that although he could recall how the very nice song "Thousand Thousand Que Songs" in his dream was sung, he could not write the lyrics himself.

Do you want me to sing it directly in front of the recorder and let Yu Qiluo study what the lyrics are based on the singing?

Zhao Yan squinted his eyes and imagined the scene of the big star Yu Qiluo listening to the song he hummed, frowned and guessing the lyrics. He felt quite happy in his heart, but he could only think about it in his heart.

So although it is great to think about the willful approach, Yu Qiluo and her agent will definitely ask about the lyrics of this song. How will he explain it then?

Don't explain your personality?

This time, he wanted Yu Qiluo to buy his songs. Do you have the confidence to show off his personality?

"What a pity!"

With a sigh, Zhao Yan crossed out the few words he had just written with a pen and thought about other songs again.

After thinking about it for a long time this time, Zhao Yan thought of a song "You exist in my deep mind".

He has heard a lot of songs in his dreams, but they are of a certain level and are suitable for Yu Qiluo to sing. If you think about it carefully, there are really not many songs.

After "You Are in My Deep Mind", Zhao Yan thought of another female song "Crazy for Love".

"Three songs seem to be not enough! Do you have to write ten or eight songs?"

After writing "Crazy for Love", Zhao Yan pinched his chin with some distress and thought. Finally, he made a cruel decision, regardless of whether it was a female vocal song or not. He wrote it out to sing for Yu Qiluo to Yu Qiluo. No one knew about it in the Ming Dynasty. With Yu Qiluo's voice and singing skills, he might be able to interpret a different flavor!

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan suddenly had more songs to choose from.

"Don't Make Me Cry", "Kiss Goodbye", "You Once Upon a Time", "Tears of Lone Star", "Forget Love in My Heart".

Every song is a good song, but Zhao Yan is too lazy to care about what kind of flavor Yu Qiluo sings. However, when writing these lyrics, Zhao Yan combined Yu Qiluo's previous singing style to imagine the scene when she sang a few songs, which should be very interesting!
Chapter completed!