Mystery: the Outer God is Myself

"If you want to send me 10,000 characters, you are sending a beggar!"

Hearing Lin Ruo's words, Roselle immediately lost his temper. He pointed at Lin Ruo and wanted to curse, but he swallowed the swear words, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Lin Ruo, don't go too far!" Yes, I have a temper too."

"Oh..." Lin Ruo snorted when she heard the words, her expression seemed to say, "What does that have to do with the draft I want to urge you on?"

"You—" Roselle became even more angry immediately. He took a deep breath, looked at Lin Ruo and said viciously, "Your new book is gone."

"Even if you lock me up in my little black room this time, don't expect me to write another word."

Lin Ruo blinked, as if he finally realized the seriousness of the matter, then he took a sip of tea and said, "Sorry, I was just in a bad mood just now. In fact, your latest chapter is very good. In terms of this quality , 10,000 words are enough."

"Heh!" Roselle sneered, and instead of looking at him, he went to the seat next to him and sat down. At the same time, he poured himself a glass of water to suppress his anger.

"I heard from Buluo that your recent investment has encountered a cash flow problem." Lin Ruo didn't care about Russell's attitude, and said calmly, "Maybe you need some sponsorship?"

Although the Church of Steam has begun to pay attention to Roselle, this emphasis is basically reflected in the attention and support for Roselle's research and inventions, the back door opened to Roselle in various knowledge, and the priority when applying for promotion Wait, instead of directly incarnating as a nanny, taking care of Roselle's food, clothing, housing and transportation, and then giving him countless gold pounds to squander.

Therefore, although this kind of attention has brought many benefits to Roselle, it still cannot solve some problems, such as - lack of money.

After all, the amount of reimbursement is limited, and the Church of Steam is not being taken advantage of, and will not provide unlimited money to Roselle.

So upon hearing Lin Ruo's words, Roselle's hand holding the cup froze immediately, and Lin Ruo continued:

"How about 10,000 gold coins? If it's not enough, I don't mind adding more later."

Oh, really Nima is rich... Roselle's fingertips trembled, but he still said in a cold voice: "Am I the kind of person who would bend over for ten thousand pounds?"

"Well, you're not." Lin Ruo put down his teacup, hearing Roselle's subtext that "more money is needed", he continued unhurriedly: "So is 20,000 gold coins enough?"

Money is just a number to the Angel of Judgment.

Therefore, Lin Ruo will not be stingy with things that can be done with money.

Roselle's fingertips trembled again. He drank the water in the cup suddenly, then looked at Lin Ruo, and said seriously:

"...I don't take advantage of you either. I will pay you dividends according to the shares of the money you invested. In the long run, you will definitely make money."

"Then please help me use this money to establish a charity organization to support those children without parents." Lin Ruo replied with a smile.

Damn, don't you seem like I have no love... Roselle muttered in his heart, nodded and said, "Okay, as long as you don't feel bad about the money." At the same time, he also made up his mind to wait for the future This charity was established, and he also invested a sum of money in it.

"Hmm..." Lin Ruo blinked, but after all, she didn't say anything more about Zarossel's heart.

After all, if you really provoke hair again, it will be very troublesome to smooth hair.

If Lin Ruo is still waiting for Lindsay Russell's output, it really blows his hair, doesn't he have no books to read.

"So what happened to you before, that you were in such a bad mood that you took your anger out on me?" Roselle, who had finally got the hang of Mao, finally had the time to pay attention to this matter, and asked curiously and angrily.

"You really want to know?" Lin Ruo propped her chin with one hand, her smile became brighter.

Roselle immediately sensed a sense of danger, quickly shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm not interested in learning about this."

"Hehe..." Looking at his Congxin performance, Lin Ruo was immediately amused, and then said: "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just that I met people I didn't want to see, and recalled things I didn't want to hear."

This doesn't sound like nothing at all... Roselle complained from the bottom of his heart. Although he was still a little curious, he didn't ask again.

Lin Ruoze took a sip of tea, then remembered something, looked at Roselle, and asked, "I heard from Bu Luo that you are getting married soon?"

"...Why does Archbishop Bloom tell you everything?" Although the time we spent together was not too long, Roselle, who was obviously used to Lin Ruo's leaping thinking, complained, but couldn't help but think of his fiancée Mattie. Erda, feeling better immediately, nodded and said, "The fifteenth day of next month will be my wedding to Miss Matilda."

Although Roselle was initially resistant to this fiancée, but after meeting the real person, Roselle quickly chose Zhenxiang.

Although he still might not like his fiancée very much, let alone love at first sight, Russell is undoubtedly satisfied with Matilda, his future wife.

"So you obviously got married in less than a month, but you didn't invite me to your wedding. Alas, this is really sad." Lin Ruo showed a sad expression while talking.

Russell: ...

Why didn't I invite you, do you really have no points in your heart?

Who would invite someone to his wedding who never leaves a reminder for every word he meets?

And can your expression be a little more fake?

There are countless words in Roselle's heart that he wants to vomit, but this matter is actually his fault. After all, he has known Lin Ruo for more than half a year. Reminder, but still can be called a friend.

Since they are already friends, it is really not good not to invite the other party to participate in this wedding event.

So after thinking about it for a while, Roselle said, "I'll write 2,000 more words in the next chapter as an apology?"

"I regard you as a good friend, but you didn't invite me to your wedding. Is this a problem that can be solved in two thousand words?" Lin Ruo looked at Roselle, her attitude was also very obvious.

"Four thousand." Russell reported a number.

"Two chapters." Lin Ruo reported another number.

"You might as well grab it!" Roselle gritted his teeth immediately.

"Aren't I just robbing?" Lin Ruo replied with a smile, fully embodying what it means to be reasonable and not forgive others.

"Impossible, up to 8,000, not one more word." Roselle refused straight away, with a very resolute attitude.

"Okay, then eight thousand. I will check it next time I submit the manuscript." Seeing his firm attitude, Lin Ruo didn't insist anymore. After all, for him, every word he read is profitable.

It's just a question of earning more and earning less.

"It's as if you never checked." Roselle curled his lips and said angrily.

Lin Ruo suddenly smiled and said nothing.

He then put down the teacup, remembered something, and reminded: "By the way, did little Zaratul touch you secretly again recently?"