Chapter 5: Instant Authors

  The alarm clock on the wall ticked away.

  The dark night outside, occasionally blown by a gust of night wind, with a touch of Hollywood's unique glamour.

  "Yawn!" Yi Feiyang didn't know how long he had been writing, his wrist ached unbearably, and most of all, his head was splitting with pain.

  "I'm so tired, indeed, creation is not a simple thing." Yifeng began to admire those creative gods, like himself, with a very detailed plot in his mind, writing was still so hard and laborious. Those writers who only outlined the framework needed to constantly revise and modify. To be honest, they were really geniuses.

  "Huh, how is it already bright outside?" Yi Feiyang looked at the window and saw that a ray of soft sunlight had crept in from outside, illuminating what was originally a pitch-black window. It turned out that he had unknowingly written through the entire night.

  Look at my own achievements, a thick stack of manuscripts, at least three or four thousand words, fortunately it's short stories, if I were writing novels, wouldn't that exhaust me to death?!

  It's okay, fortunately it's almost done!

  Yi Feiyang stretched his waist and continued to work hard with his head down.

  On the bed beside him, Fatty was wearing large floral underpants, with his butt sticking up in the air, still snoring loudly.

  The fat boy's sleeping posture is very funny, with his big face stuck to the pillow, drooling all over, and his plump buttocks raised high, occasionally scratching his own butt.

  At this time, Fatty had no idea that his good brother was working hard and striving for his dreams.

  Half an hour later, when Yi Feiyang wrote down the last word, everyone was almost fainting.

  "It's finally done, Yi Feiyang, you've taken the first step towards success." Yi Feiyang looked at the manuscript and encouraged himself, "Keep going, as long as I send this manuscript to that 'Master of Horror' Stephen King and get him to write two sentences of praise, I'll be saved."

  Yi Feiyang's plan was very clever. Given that he was an unknown, if he were to directly submit his work to a newspaper company, 8 or 9 times out of 10 it would be rejected. Moreover, as a Chinese person who had sneaked into the country, his chances of success were even lower.

  With Stephen King's endorsement and comments, it's a different story, like boarding a rocket that can soar to the sky.

  Of course, as the American master of horror, Stephen King would not easily give a nod to someone, especially an unknown newcomer... But Yi Feiyang wanted to take a gamble, after all, this was adapted from one of Stephen King's future movies, it should have some "resonance" right?!

  Having made up his mind, Yi Feiyang stood up and carefully organized the manuscript. Only then did he feel exhausted and tired.

  It won't work, I need to recharge my energy.

  Yi Feiyang walked over, opened the old refrigerator, took out a fresh egg, picked up a glass, cracked ten in a row, filled the glass to the brim, then stirred it with chopsticks and gulped it down in one breath.

  Drinking ten raw eggs in one breath was a habit that Yi Fei Yang had cultivated from his past life, just like how many people liked to drink coffee in the morning. He enjoyed drinking raw eggs. This habit was very nutritious and had a significant effect on replenishing his physical strength.

  After drinking a glass of raw eggs, Yi Feiyang took a deep breath and started doing sit-ups on the floor.

  At first, he did it with both palms, then with five fingers supporting the ground, and then with two fingers supporting the ground. Finally, with one hand behind his back, he supported himself with a single hand... once, twice, three times... His arm muscles bulged, and his limbs outlined a kind of lithe beauty.

  He had done more than 500 of them and was fully warmed up, then Yi Fei Yang jumped up and started boxing in the narrow room.

  He was seen with his energy concentrated in his dantian, his strength flowing through both arms, slowly taking a step forward and then fiercely striking out with one fist. At first, the fist was silent and seemed to have no great force, but as he quickened his pace, the fist began to generate wind, making a whooshing sound.

  Bao was scratching his butt on the bed, and Yi Fei Yang suddenly punched the stool that supported his bed.

  With a loud "crack", the bed board split open, and the unlucky fatty rolled off the bed like a rolling pumpkin, landing with a thud, his head hitting the ground with a loud smack.

  "Oh no, my mom!" Fatso rubbed his head, "This is the tenth time! My head can't take your fist's test anymore!"

  Gao Jiabao was very resentful of Yi Feiyang's daily morning boxing practice, because every time Yi Feiyang got angry, he would end up affecting this fat fish. He had already found several stools from the trash heap to support the bed, making even the beggars on the side of the road think he was collecting second-hand furniture.

  "Sorry, Fei Bao, I used a bit too much force just now."

  "It's not that you used too much force just now, it's that you always use too much force! I really don't understand, what's the point of practicing your punches so well? You can't eat them as rice, and on the contrary, the more you practice, the hungrier you get, like me..."

  Cluck! The fat boy's belly is starting to rumble.

  "Never mind, let's get something to eat first!" Fatso opened the fridge and found it almost empty. He then saw a stack of eggshells next to it, and without saying a word, he knew that the eggs he had just bought were all in Yifeiyang's stomach.

  "Fatty, you're so extravagant! I just realized why we can't save any money. With your method of drinking egg drops, even if I were a millionaire, I couldn't afford to support you!"

  "What's the point of nagging so much? Didn't I leave some for you?" Yi Feiyang said, wiping his face with a towel.

  Fatso looked at the few "leftover eggs" in the refrigerator.

  "What are you looking at?"

  "I'm studying whether this is a chicken egg or a pigeon egg!" said the fatty seriously. "Never mind, let's make some omelets first." The fatty cleaned up and came to the public kitchen in the corridor, where a group of Indian guys lived opposite, one of whom was making fragrant "curry chicken" at the moment.

  Kao had curry chicken early in the morning and wasn't afraid of getting heartburn! Bao sucked his nose.

  The Indian guy opposite was very friendly, pointing at his own dishes and saying to the fatty: "Hey, friend, want some?"

  Chubby covered his mouth, "No, no! I'm afraid of spicy!" Then he pointed to his egg and said, "I like eating this... egg doing hard work"

  The Indian nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Eggs are good, nutritious."

  Gurgling, water boiled, fatty started making omelets.

  When the Indian guy went into the house, the fat man sneaked over and said "Wow, it's hot!" gritting his teeth, he took the curry chicken along with the pot.

  "Ayong, come quick, there's delicious food!" Pangzi called out generously to Yifeiyang.

  "Where did you come from?"

  "Just eat if you have food, don't think so much!"

  ……

  The two of them wolfed down the chicken curry, and soon the pot was spotless.

  The Indian outside is scolding loudly: "Oh, damn it! Not only did you steal my curry chicken, but also my pot!"

  "In the bedroom, 'You can't be...' Yì Fēi Yáng looked at Pàng Zǐ in surprise."

  Fatso: "Shh, keep your voice down!" He starts destroying evidence.

  After eating and drinking enough, Yi Feiyang swung open his clothes, and with a handsome gesture, he put on the suit he treasured in front of the mirror. This suit was bought by him for ten dollars from a street stall, although it's not a famous brand, but wearing it on him makes him look particularly spirited.

  In the mirror, Yi Feiyang's eyebrows were flying high into his temples, and his starry eyes were like a deep pool. His handsome face was enough to make many women fall in love with him.

  Pangzi looked at Yifei Yang from behind and sighed, "If you were willing to put aside your pride and become a cowherd, I reckon we would have made it big by now."

  Yi Feiyang turned around and gave a loud slap on the forehead of the fatty, "A man can be penniless, but he cannot lose his dignity!"

  Fatso rubbed his head, "I just said it, no need to be so serious! Hey, where are you going dressed up like that?"

  Yi Feiyang: "Send the manuscript away!"

  "What's the draft?"

  "I wrote it last night."

  "Ah, you can write? Really?" Fatso stared at Yifei's thick manuscript in disbelief.

  "Didn't I read Stephen King's book last night?"

  "Cheating ghost, can you write just by reading books? Then everyone in the world would be a writer!"

  "Believe it or not!"

  Yi Feiyang didn't wait for Pangzi to ask further and went out of the room.

  Chubby hurriedly said, "Wait for me, I'm going too!" He hastily put on his clothes and chased after them from behind.

  As soon as he stepped out, an Indian man stopped him: "Hey, brother, did you see who stole my curry chicken?"

  "No! I didn't see anyone...... uh!" The fatty let out a sonorous belch, full of curry flavor.

  ……

  On the street.

  As he watched the manuscript slide into the mailbox, Yi Feiyang seemed to see the future and hope.

  The fat guy next to him was squatting on the ground, muttering in his mouth: "If what you wrote tonight can be turned into money, this mailbox is not a mailbox, it's a magic house!"

  Yi Feiyang gave him a slap on the back of the head, "Good things don't work out and bad things do. Can't you say something auspicious for once?"

  Fatso pouted, then clasped his hands together in front of the mailbox and said: "Mailbox god, listen up! There's no Huang Daxian Temple here, only begging you to have mercy on us. Bless Ah Yang to soar to great heights and make a name for himself! Bless me to follow in the footsteps of those who eat well and drink spicy food! Bless us to become successful quickly and make it big in Hollywood! Amitabha, Jesus save us!"

  Yi Feiyang: "......?!!"