The Trembling World

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

"This is 2 yuan in advance for the contract. I will transfer it to your account first. If the negotiation can be concluded, the entire contract amount will probably be several million yuan, but the details of signing the contract need to be negotiated between us." Liu Gan WeChat transferred 2 yuan to the author on the spot, and then asked the author again.

As long as they meet each other, with Liu Gan's method, there is nothing that cannot be obtained by force.

"This...uh... well, I'm in Yunfeng City now, where do you think we'll meet?" After the author received 2 yuan, his attitude towards Liu Gan changed drastically, and his words became respectful Yes, the ugly face is on the paper.

"Yunfeng City... How about Liuyun Hotel? I'll wait for you at the hotel entrance." Liu Qian realized that he was in Yunfeng City now, and the huge gold letters outside the wall of Liuyun Hotel could be vaguely seen outside the park.

"Okay, I'll be there in about half an hour. By the way, what's your name? What clothes are you wearing?"

"Miangui, surname Qi, black casual shirt, black trousers." The body that Liu Gan borrowed was surnamed Qi, so he could use his surname.

"Ok."

……

Liuyun Hotel.

After half an hour.

A middle-aged man with a wretched appearance and a short and fat body was neatly dressed. He rode a bicycle to the vicinity of Liuyun Hotel, locked the bicycle in a dark alley, and then adjusted his clothes to Liuyun. Walked over from the gate of Yunda Hotel.

"Is that Mr. Qi?" The middle-aged man came over and asked Liu Qian respectfully.

"You are the author of Thrilling World."

"Yes, you..."

"Finally found you!" Liu Gan punched him, then picked up the middle-aged man and strode towards the dark alley next to the hotel.

……

Yunfeng City, the suburbs, Siping Warehouse.

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

The author did not wake up with half of his face swollen, his head tilted and drooling.

Liu Gan walked over to get a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap 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 in a few kilometers around here, and no one can hear you if you shout." Liu Gan took a toolbox and put it in front of him.

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

"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, and after trying, he quickly lost the idea of ​​breaking free. The rope was professionally tied, and there was no possibility of escape.

"No, my surname is not Qi. My surname is Liu. My name is Liu Gan. You are familiar with me." Liu Gan squatted in front of the author, reached out and opened the toolbox in front of him, which contained iron pliers, scalpels, miniature Chainsaws, needles and other tools that can make people associate with fear.

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

"I'll ask you again. Answer me honestly. Did you write the trembling world, or was it adapted from someone's story you saw?" Liu Gan picked up the miniature chainsaw, turned it on, and the blade spun violently When I got up, I found a penetrating hum.

"Yes... I wrote it." The author answered honestly.

"But why is everything in this novel exactly the same as my experience!?" Liu Qian then shouted and asked, and stretched out his hand to forcefully grab the author's hand, and moved the chainsaw closer to the author's little finger.

"I don't know! I don't know! Please don't hurt me. I have parents who are over 70 years old. My wife is just pregnant. If you kill me, they will have no one to rely on! Ahhhhh! Hurt! Hurt! I'm dead! Help!" The author screamed with his eyes closed.

"I haven't started sawing yet, what's your name?" Liu Gan looked at the author strangely, the chainsaw is still a few centimeters away from his finger!

"Haven't saw it yet?" The author opened his eyes and looked, but immediately screamed again after seeing the chainsaw.

"It seems that I have to give you some trouble." Liu Qian really pressed down on the chainsaw this time, and the author's screams immediately increased by dozens of decibels. It was also screaming miserable.

"You guys rely on your hands to write. If you don't tell the truth, I will saw off your fingers one by one, and you will be completely useless." Liu Qian handed a piece of the author's little finger to the author. .

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

"Let me ask you again, why everything in your novel is exactly the same as my experience? Also, what is the ending of your novel? How do you plan to arrange me?" Liu Qian took the buzzing chainsaw In front of the author's eyes, so that the author can clearly see how the saw blade turns.

"The ending...the ending...how do you want to end? I will arrange three wives and four concubines for you, no, let you be the emperor, how about a big harem?" The author and Liu Qian began to discuss.

"Stop talking nonsense to me! I'm asking what is the ending of your original outline?" Liu Gan raised his voice in a very impatient tone.

"The original ending...should be...it is to climb the civilization and technology tree in the big universe, write at least a million more words, let the protagonist Liu Gan finally become a member of the Neng clan by various chances and coincidences, and solve the problem. The aging problem of the Milky Way, and then established a space tumor with unique rules, transformed into a human form with her, lived happily together, and gave birth to a baby." The author quickly answered Liu Qian, lest he would be cut off if he did not answer in time. Drop a finger.

"Why did you change it?" Liu Qian frowned. If the truth behind the trembling world was really written by this author, it would be terrible. Isn't his fate controlled by this man?

"Readers are scolding! I scold in the book review area every day, thinking that my writing is not good, and it doesn't meet their requirements, so I changed it." The author quickly replied Liu Qian.

"When you wrote this novel, you didn't have an outline? Do 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 ultimate truth.

"There is an outline, and it is not often changed, but there are also many changes." The author trembled all over, and dared not tell a lie.

"Okay, let's start from the beginning of the novel, tell me what you have changed, and tell me one by one." Liu Gan took out his phone and opened the pages of "Thrilling World".