Chapter 5

Over the next few days, life became very rhythmic. Every day, Li Minghui used the creative software to refine the outline of "Zuxian," including the detailed outlines of each episode. "Zuxian" was a classic, and even with the brain-boosting creative software that could transform him into an unimaginable super genius, Li Minghui did not dare to be careless. He always refined the outline meticulously.

Four days later, Li Minghui had already used the creative software to write a 30,000-word outline. These outlines did not consider the quality of writing; they were simply a record and integration of inspiration, the background of the novel's world, the plot, and the creative ideas of "Zuxian." The text was not extensive, but the content was rich. According to this outline, Li Minghui estimated that this large-scale novel, when completed, could reach four million words.

Four million words, this was undoubtedly a long work. Moreover, because he used the creative software, Li Minghui had a transcendent talent for writing novels. With this talent, the world of "Zuxian" he could create would be incredibly rich.

In his previous life, the classic "Zuxian" was only 1.5 million words, and many plot holes were left unfilled. Now, with his genius talent, Li Minghui finally filled all these holes in the outline. This was why "Zuxian," a masterpiece that Li Minghui was deeply attached to, took such a long time to perfect.

With the outline completed, the next step was the key: the actual writing of the novel.

On this morning at seven o'clock, after finishing his morning cleaning, Li Minghui opened his computer, calmed himself down, and then opened the creative software with great enthusiasm. Instantly, his novel-writing talent, enhanced by the software, took over his mind, making his thoughts extremely active. Following the outline, words began to flow from his mind, and he started typing furiously without much thought.

Two hours later, although Li Minghui's typing speed was not very fast, the ease of writing, as if guided by a divine hand, allowed him to write 4,000 words. At this point, Li Minghui felt slightly tired but was also very excited. He immediately began reading what he had written.

"Ah, it's over already!"

Ten minutes later, after finishing the 4,000 words, Li Minghui, who had been immersed in the world of the novel, finally came to his senses. He said with some disappointment, "This is too little, not satisfying at all!"

"Then, continue?"

Suddenly, Li Minghui started typing again. However, without the creative software running, Li Minghui was still the ordinary Li Minghui. His mind was a mess, and he could barely squeeze out 500 words, which were terrible when read.

Disappointed, he deleted the 500 words. Li Minghui knew that as a beginner, he needed to succeed, and these 500 words could not be kept. Without the creative software, the words he wrote were not engaging and were a desecration of his vision for "Zuxian."

Thinking this, although he was disappointed that his brain could not sustain the creative software for long, Li Minghui remained calm and stopped.

Creating an outline did not require meticulous word choice; it was enough to jot down the plot ideas. However, now that he was truly starting to write the novel, he needed talent. Without that talent, the novel he wrote would have no value.

Understanding this, Li Minghui did not dwell on it further. He turned off the computer and hurriedly prepared his lunch.

Fortunately, by evening, his brain had fully recovered, and he could activate the creative software again. Without wasting any time, he cooked, completed all the preparations, opened a Word document, and activated the creative software without hesitation.

Only when you lose something do you realize its value. Now, Li Minghui deeply felt the effect of the creative software, which transformed him into a super genius with exceptional novel-writing talent. His inspiration and thoughts were crystal clear, and he did not need to think much. One by one, words filled with vitality flowed from his mind.

"Awesome, so awesome!"

Each character was typed into the Word document, and Li Minghui felt that writing was such a comfortable experience.

Seeing the characters flow from his fingertips, Li Minghui felt a great sense of satisfaction. All the bitterness and pain he had endured under the gaze of others throughout the day vanished. At this moment, Li Minghui felt that the world was his, and he was a living, breathing person.

However, happy times are always short. Two hours later, his brain was drained, and the superlative talent faded. Li Minghui's thoughts were stuck, and the smooth flow of typing stopped.

Fortunately, this time Li Minghui was mentally prepared. He did not say much, read through the day's work, corrected the typos, and did not force himself to think further. Instead, he smiled, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Time passed in such fulfilling days, and Li Minghui's backlog of writing surpassed 100,000 words.

One afternoon, after cleaning, a somewhat suspicious person glanced at Li Minghui, but Li Minghui, eager to return to the basement to write, did not pay much attention.

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

"Master, master, the fat lady is calling, run away quickly!"

The playful ringtone sounded a few times, and Li Minghui reluctantly answered the call. He really did not want to answer the fat lady's call.

The fat lady, also known as Li Minghui's employer, was a genuine "cleaner" with a stable job and a monthly salary of over ten thousand yuan in the capital city.

"Hello, Sister Wan!"

Li Minghui pretended to be very happy when he answered the call.

"Li Minghui!"

A furious voice came through: "I'm telling you, this month's salary will be deducted by 500 yuan!"

"Why?"

Li Minghui asked, somewhat angry.

"I'll tell you, you were careless and did not take proper precautions during work. Someone found out, and I had to smooth things over, which cost me over a thousand yuan. I could have paid for it, but since you exposed yourself, you should pay for it!"

The fat lady, Sister Wan, said with a bad temper.

"Calm down, Li Minghui, calm down!"

Li Minghui clenched his fists, trying hard not to lash out in anger.

Anyone would be angry. This was his job, and his labor was hard-earned. Now, he was being asked to pay for something that was discovered, 500 yuan, which was like cutting a piece of flesh from his body.

"It's just your luck, Sister Wan, know that. If it were anyone else, they would make you pay the full amount..."

The fat lady's nagging voice continued, and Li Minghui felt the urge to lose control.

"Hey, Li Minghui, are you listening? Will you pay for it? If not, that's fine too, we can settle the money and you can leave..."

The fat lady said, assuming she was in the right.

"Fine, then I'll settle the money!"

Li Minghui said calmly. Even a clay statue has a limit. He had been enduring this cleaning job, and the fat lady had been harsh before, but never like this. Now, with more people coming to the capital, many were vying for jobs, and she was trying to take advantage of the situation. This small trick could not be hidden from anyone.

"Fine... That's what you said. Come to settle the money tomorrow!"

The fat lady, clearly feeling guilty, said.

"Fine!"

Li Minghui laughed coldly and hung up the phone.

However, after hanging up, Li Minghui was worried. There were too many people in the capital, and if he quit this job, where could he find another one? He was quite troubled.

"Ah, I have to send money home every month, and I have to pay off my student loans. If I quit, even though I didn't work the full month, I can still get about 3,000 yuan, plus my savings of over 5,000 yuan, making it about 8,000 yuan. Giving 1,000 yuan to my family, paying 800 yuan for my student loans, and 600 yuan for rent and utilities, and 300 yuan for food, that's at least 2,700 yuan a month. 8,000 yuan won't last more than three months!"

Li Minghui was worried, not knowing what to do.

"Maybe I should start uploading the novel. If that doesn't work, I'll have to ask my friend for help!"

Li Minghui gritted his teeth. He never liked borrowing money from others, and for Zhang Wei, who always spent all his money, lending some to Li Minghui was not a big deal. However, Li Minghui did not want to ask for help unless it was absolutely necessary.

"That's what I'll do. I just hope my journey as a new writer will be a bit lucky!"

Li Minghui thought to himself.

The next morning, Li Minghui went to Sister Wan's neighborhood, a luxurious complex developed by a famous real estate company in the capital, with an average price of 30,000 yuan per square meter, much higher than other complexes in the area.

Looking at the magnificent complex, Li Minghui called the fat lady: "Sister Wan, I'm at your neighborhood!"

"Okay, wait a moment!"

The fat lady, surprised that Li Minghui actually came, said coldly.

After a while, Li Minghui, who had been waiting idly, received a notification from the security guard that he could enter.

Li Minghui was not in a hurry and slowly made his way to the fat lady's house. He had been to her house a few times, mostly during holidays, and he always envied her luxurious home. It was a four-bedroom, two-living room apartment, 200 square meters, on a high floor with a scenic view. Such a high-floor scenic view was considered a high-end property in the complex, with an average price of 40,000 yuan per square meter, and no one was selling.

"Only the rich can afford this!"

Li Minghui sighed, put on shoe covers, and entered the fat lady's house.

"Xiaohui, listen, I like you, don't be impulsive. You made a mistake, so apologize to Sister Wan, and you can continue working, okay?"

The fat lady said somewhat sincerely.

However, Li Minghui was not moved. He had made up his mind to quit. The fat lady had been difficult to him several times before, but he had endured it. This time, he was truly tired and did not care anymore. He had decided to take a bold step. If the novel succeeded, he could stand on his own in the capital. If it failed, he planned to return home, where his parents were already old, and he could take over the farming to support them.