Qi Qi has been very sad recently, and he has analyzed the data for "The Legend of the Gods" for several days in a row, but he has not understood why the results of this book are so unsatisfactory.

Perhaps it was his personal inability to see if the book was sustainable.

It's not that he hasn't looked for the editor-in-chief and wants a few good recommendations.

But this data, even if it is reported to the operation department, the operation department will actually return it, after all, they only look at the data.

Moreover, Qiqi also recently discovered that the boss seems to be busy.

I couldn't see anyone in the office all day.

He even made a new suit to look like he was going to a big event.

During Friday's lunch break, Boss Ying Long was gone.

Saturday, Shangri-La International Hotel.

There will be a literary symposium to be held here, and the speaker will be Professor Siu, the president of the Literary Association.

The organizers are co-organized by the Literary Association and the Chinese Writers Association, and there are many old friends, so in a sense, it is more formal.

The theme of this seminar is also very distinctive: the development of print media and the rise and impact of online literature.

Reporters from print media, major magazines and video websites inquired about the matter and rushed to the venue.

Those who do online articles will always have some connection with the media and video websites.

Maybe a certain book on the website has been taken by these bosses, and they want to buy the copyright to make TV series, comics, anime, or even games.

Ying Long rushed to the venue in advance, gave the invitation, and saw the person in charge of the goose factory video: Liu Xiaobao.

He took a group of younger brothers and set up machines around the venue, ready to shoot at any time.

Ying Long took a step forward, patted Liu Xiaobao's shoulder, and said, "Xiaobao, why are you here at this kind of venue?"

Liu Xiaobao frowned and turned around, no one dared to call him by his name for a long time, more of it: Mr. Liu.

A small number of elders will call him Xiao Liu.

When Liu Xiaobao saw that it was Ying Long, he slapped it and wondered: "Ying Long? Why are you? Could it be that you, as the person in charge of the online article, came to listen to this seminar?

Wu Shen, whose real name is Wu Bojian, is the editor-in-chief and general manager of Ying Long's website.

The online literary circle is accustomed to calling the screen name, so the martial god is well-known to everyone.

"I don't know! I only came here with an invitation from Professor Xiao, isn't this meeting unusual?"

Ying Long listened to Liu Xiaobao's tone and felt that this seminar might have a great background.

Liu Xiaobao turned his head to look at the little brother who installed the camera machine next to him, as well as the crowd around him, and there was probably nothing wrong with him here.

He opened his mouth and laughed: "Brother, yes, I heard that this seminar will take a book on your website as an example, and all of you here are not ordinary people, they are all human spirits. ”

"Perhaps, after this meeting, the copyright will not be sold. ”

Ying Long was also puzzled when he heard this, and there were many great gods under him, but he didn't know who Liu Xiaobao was talking about?

Ying Long asked, "Have you ever heard about the book?"

Liu Xiaobao spoke: "How can I do this! It is not easy to find out that Professor Xiao has taken the book of your website, and it is also the book of your fantasy group. ”

Ying Long patted Liu Xiaobao's shoulder and said gratefully, "Thank you, brother." ”

Liu Xiaobao said: "You're welcome, we're so familiar with each other." ”

After Ying Long finished chatting, he took out his mobile phone and began to check the recent data of the gods of the Fantasy Group.

If it is said that it has attracted the attention of scholars of traditional literature, it should be the fantasy of the recent popular writer 'Silkworm Tomatoes'!

But Ying Long is still not sure, no one can say for sure.

So, Ying Long clicked on the great god group of the Fantasy Group, and there were only a few powerful gods in it.

Ying Long: I was attending a literary seminar, and I heard the good news that a writer in the fantasy group was taken by a literary giant, and it was estimated that he would sell copyrights or something.

Ying Long: After selling the copyright, remember to send red envelopes.

Silkworm Tomatoes: Digging dolls, who is it? Boss, I'm looking forward to it!

Ye Buxiu: @天蚕西红柿, I guess it's you, after all, you are the one with the best results in the fantasy group now, and you should be locked up.

There is a demon but no anger: How is it possible, I didn't see that the boss was talking about the fantasy group, but I don't know who it is?

There is no demon: That's selling copyright~ This thing is a privilege that only physical publishing has, but I didn't expect our online articles to be able to see the dawn.

A Fengshen: If I can sell the copyright, why not just give out red envelopes!

Silkworm Tomatoes: @叶不修, borrow your auspicious words, if you really sell the copyright, you must send red envelopes, and sing for three days and three nights without stopping.

Traceless Water: @所有人, are you thinking too much, it must be me to sell copyrights!

The great gods in the group of great gods are selling copyrights in various illusions.

A certain god was in his small group and accidentally revealed the news that the copyright might be sold.

All of a sudden, the small flock also began to boil.

A small group: Sure enough, it is the big guy of Fengshen, who has the opportunity to sell copyrights, and envy.

Youthless: Envy +1

Classmate Cha Junior: Envy +10086.

Classmate Cha Boy: If only one day, I could sell copyrights like a big guy!

Little fan of the wind god boss: The wind god boss is so powerful.

Chen Shi sat in front of the computer, and the QQ message in the lower right corner kept reminding him that the group chat was very hot.

He opened a street group, which he added when he wrote his first book on the street, and it was still there.

Chen Shi took a cursory look at it, and it turned out that a certain god accidentally revealed that his book might have sold the copyright, and he laughed at himself in the group.

and all sorts of envious passers-by hitting the streets.

Peak Becomes God: Fortunately, it's not me.

Fengshen big guy little fan: Hold the grass, there are people who are so faceless and skinless, and they don't want to sell the copyright, but I'm afraid that they can't eat it, and their hearts are sour!

A small group: @巅峰成神, when I see that the big guy can sell the copyright, my heart will be sour! Look at your new book, you can't even see the ranking on the sales list.

There is only you in my eyes: that is, I want to scold you because of the "Warm Man" you wrote, the goddess doesn't want me anymore.

Chen Shi wanted to laugh a little, he didn't envy it anymore, and some people thought he was sour?

Fortunately, as long as you go down the street, you will lose all the system funds and sell the copyright? Hahahaha, I won't sell it if you want to.

And the 10-year online copyright is not cheap, it is millions casually, who doesn't envy it?

However, even if the copyright is sold, it will only be a few hundred yuan in his hands, and the system reward of 5 million will be lost money.

Isn't 5 million fragrant?

At this moment, Ying Long didn't know that he quietly revealed a little news, which could cause ripples in various small groups.

He didn't pay attention to the small talk in the big god group, and Liu Xiaobao started the topic first.

Liu Xiaobao opened his mouth and exclaimed: "Is there an author in your urban group called Peak Becoming a God?"

"He's very good, and our company is quite interested in his work. ”