Chapter Five: Resignation

  In the following days, life became more rhythmic. Every day, he used creative software to perfect the outline of "Zhu Xian", detailing every episode. Even with the help of brain-force creation software, Li Minghui, who could transform into an unimaginable super genius, dared not be careless and always perfected the outline.

  Four days later, Li Minghui used the creation software to code out a 30,000-word outline. This outline did not consider anything like writing style, but was completely recorded and integrated into inspiration, world background, plot, creativity, and other content after using the creation software. The text is not much, but the content is quite rich. According to this outline, Li Minghui estimated that if he writes well, it should be possible to reach 40 million words in this large framework.

  Four million words, this is a complete long-form production, and because it was created using creative software, Li Minghui's creation of this small item has a transcendent talent. Under this talent, the world of Xian that can be perfected is unimaginably rich.

  The classic of the previous life only had more than 1.5 million words, and many pits were not filled up. Li Minghui now has a genius talent, and finally fills this huge pit in the outline one by one. This is also why "Zhu Xian" is such a masterpiece that makes Li Minghui so obsessed, using such a long time.

  The outline is perfected, next is the truly crucial part, the actual writing.

  At 7 o'clock this morning, Li Minghui had just finished the cleaning work in the morning, opened the computer, calmed himself down, and then passionately opened the creation software. In an instant, Li Minghui's talent at this moment occupied his entire brain, making his thinking completely active. According to the outline, words emerged one after another in his mind, exactly the right words, so that Li Minghui didn't need to think much, and he started typing frantically.

  Two hours later, Li Minghui's typing speed was not very fast, but without thinking much, he just wrote like a god-assisted one, and still managed to code out 4,000 words. At this time, Li Minghui felt slightly tired, but he was exceptionally excited, and immediately started again.

  "Oh no, it's all over!"

  Ten minutes later, the four thousand words had been completely read, and Li Minghui, who was immersed in the world, finally came to his senses, saying somewhat disappointedly: "This is too little, it's not enough!"

  "So, shall we continue?"

  Suddenly, Li Minghui continued to start typing, but at this time, the creative software was no longer running. Li Minghui was still the mediocre Li Minghui, with a confused mind, and after great difficulty, he managed to squeeze out 500 words, but when he read them, they were appalling.

  A disappointed heart, directly deleted the 500 words, Li Minghui knew that as a newcomer to succeed, these 500 words simply cannot be kept. Without creative software running, the written text is fundamentally unattractive, this is simply blasphemy against his heart's Xian.

  Thinking so, although very disappointed, his brainpower couldn't sustain a long period of creative software development, but Li Minghui still calmly stopped.

  Creating an outline doesn't require nitpicking, just think of the plot and write it down, but now it's not that simple. The real start of creation requires talent, without that talent, what's written has no value at all.

  Having figured it out, Li Minghui didn't entangle himself any longer, shut down the computer and hastily made his own lunch.

  Fortunately, by the evening, his mental strength had fully recovered, and he was able to continue opening his creative software. He didn't dare to waste any more time, so he immediately started cooking, and after completing all the preparatory work, he opened the Word document, and Li Minghui began writing without hesitation.

  Only after losing does one know what it means to cherish, now Li Minghui has deeply felt the creation of this software, turning him into a being with extraordinary talent, inspiration and thoughts clearer than ever, almost without thinking, words full of spirit came rushing out from his mind.

  "Awesome, too awesome!"

  One by one, the characters were encoded in the computer Word document. Li Minghui only felt that typing was such a comfortable thing to do.

  Looking at the characters being typed out from his fingertips, Li Minghui felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. The bitterness and pain he had endured under the gaze of others throughout the day all dissipated into thin air. In this moment, Li Minghui finally felt that the world belonged to him, and he was a living person.

  However, happy times are always short-lived. Two hours later, mental exhaustion sets in, and Li Minghui's unparalleled talent disappears. His train of thought comes to a sudden halt, and the sound of his fingers flying across the keyboard stops abruptly.

  Fortunately, Li Minghui was mentally prepared this time and didn't say much. He wrote the article for today, read it through once, corrected the typos, and then, without forcing himself to think anymore, he lay down on his bed with a smile and fell fast asleep.

  Time passed day by day in such a fulfilling life, and Li Minghui's savings also broke through the 100,000 mark.

  That afternoon, after finishing the cleaning, a man with some suspicious behavior glanced at Li Minghui. Li Minghui was in a hurry to go back to the basement to write, so he didn't pay much attention.

  However, just a few days later, Li Minghui's phone suddenly rang as he was about to start his last writing session of the day after finishing work and washing up.

  "Master, master, the fat wife has arrived, run quickly!"

  The ringing of the phone was heard for a few times, Li Minghui reluctantly picked up the phone, he really didn't want to answer Fat Lady's call.

  Fei Po is Li Minghui's landlord, the real "cleaner", with a career system, and a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan as a Beijinger.

  "Hey, Wan Jie!"

  Li Minghui pretended to be very happy and answered the phone.

  "Li Minghui!"

  "A loud and fierce voice came: 'I'm telling you, this month's salary will be deducted by 500!'"

  "Why?"

  Li Minghui said with some anger.

  "Let me tell you, it's your own fault for not being careful at work and doing a good job of protecting yourself. Now that I've smoothed things over, it cost over a thousand bucks. Originally, I wouldn't have minded paying the money myself, but since it was your own mistake, are you going to pay up or not?"

  Fatima angrily said.

  "Calm down, Li Minghui, calm down!"

  Furiously, Li Minghui clenched his fists and forced himself to hold back, not letting the curses burst out of his mouth.

  Whoever changed it would be furious, this damn thing is what you hired me for, my labor is hard-earned by myself, and now it's said to have been discovered by someone else, let him pay the money, 500 yuan, for Li Minghui, it's undoubtedly like cutting a piece of flesh from his body.

  "This is also what your sister wants, you know? Others will definitely make you pay all this money..."

  Fat aunt's endless nagging voice made Li Minghui feel an urge to make a run for it.

  "Hey, Li Minghui, are you listening? Are you going to pay this money or not? If not, then just settle the bill and leave..."

  The fat woman said with an air of self-importance.

  "Alright, I'll pay the bill!"

  Li Minghui calmly said, "The clay man still has a breath left. This cleaning worker's day was originally endured by you. The fat woman was strict before, but never like this. Now I hear that more people are coming to the capital, and many people are rushing to work. Who can deceive with such a small mind?"

  "Alright, this is what you said, come settle it tomorrow!"

  The fat woman said with some embarrassment.

  "Good!"

  Li Minghui sneered and hung up the phone.

  But after hanging up the phone, Li Minghui was worried. There were too many people in the imperial capital now, and he directly quit his job. Where would he go to find another one? He was also a bit worried.

  "Alas, every month I have to give money to my family, and the tuition loan has to be settled every month. After quitting my job, this month I didn't work full-time, but I can still get around 3,000 yuan. Adding that to the more than 5,000 yuan in savings, it's barely 8,000 yuan. Every month I give 1,000 yuan to my family, pay 800 yuan for the loan, and pay over 600 yuan for rent, water, and electricity. And then there's food, which costs at least 300 yuan. Calculating all this, one month will cost at least 2,700 yuan. With 8,000 yuan, I won't be able to hold on for even three months!"

  Li Minghui was worried and didn't know what to do.

  "Otherwise, let's start uploading. If it really doesn't work, then go to Lao Da and ask for help!"

  Li Minghui gritted his teeth and said, he never wanted to borrow money from others, and for Zhang Wei, every month was spent in vain. Borrowing some money from Li Minghui didn't count as anything, but when Li Minghui was in dire need, he still didn't want to open his mouth.

  "Let's just do it then, I only hope my new writing journey will be a lucky one!"

  Li Minghui thought to himself.

  The next morning, Li Minghui went to Feipo Wan's community, which was a luxury community developed by Fuchun Real Estate, a well-known developer in the imperial capital. The average price of houses here was 300,000 yuan, far higher than that of other communities in this area.

  Li Minghui took a glance at the luxurious and grand residential area and called Fei Po: "Wan Jie, I've arrived at your residential area!"

  "Wait for me over there!"

  Fatima didn't think Li Minghui would really come, she said coldly.

  After a while, Li Minghui, who was bored waiting, received a notice from the security guard of the community that he could go in.

  Li Minghui didn't rush, slowly arrived at Feipo's home. Li Minghui had been to Feipo's house several times before, all during holidays. He was envious of Feipo's home in his heart, a four-bedroom, two-hall, 200-square-meter suite, located in the high-rise scenic area. This high-rise scenic area could be said to be the most expensive house in this community, with an average price of 40,000 yuan that wouldn't drop, and no one would sell it.

  "This is what it means to be rich!"

  With a sigh, Li Minghui put on his shoe covers and entered Feipo's home.

  "Xiao Hui, listen to me. You're a good kid, and Sister Wan likes you. Don't be too proud or stubborn. After all, it's your fault this time. Just apologize to Sister Wan and you can still work here, how about that?"

  The fat woman said with some embarrassment.

  However, Li Minghui was unmoved. He had already made up his mind to resign from the pharmacy. The fat woman had given him a hard time several times before, but Li Minghui had endured it all. This time, however, he was truly exhausted and no longer cared. Firstly, he had already made up his mind to take a risk and try once and for all. If he succeeded, he would be able to establish himself in the capital city. But if he failed, he planned to return home, where his elderly parents were waiting, and slowly create something new while taking over the family farm to support them in their old age.