Platinum is born, and the gods compete!

This is an indiscriminate essay competition, from the highest writers to the new ones on the street, you can participate.

Readers still don't know what is about to happen, but the industry has long been crazy, and all the pages of Longkong are full of discussions.

This kind of momentum is many times bigger than He Wanrong's god, and "Chen Ergou" is ten thousand orders.

In the face of this kind of activity driven by the power of capital, his little wind and waves seem extremely weak.

Before the event started, it was already popular.

In particular, Yan Guhong released a single chapter when the old book was finished, claiming that he would participate in the event, and then the white-clothed Shengxue also revealed his intention on Weibo, which completely pushed the feast to a climax.

"Didn't the white-clothed Shengxue stop writing for a year?

"Hehe, this is an event created by tens of millions of dollars on Qichen Chinese Network, uniting twenty media, it is bound to create the industry's first fantasy IP, how can he not be moved?"

"It's true, the propaganda slogan of the billion IP is really scary. ”

"I don't think one billion can be stopped, after all, all the income of Baiyi Shengxue's "Holy Heavenly Palace" has already exceeded one billion yuan, and if you want to create the first IP in the industry, you have to start at least two billion!"

"Alas, it's just that the white-clothed Shengxue is out of the mountain, and the most terrible thing is that Yan Guhong is also going to come and get involved, and he really won't leave me and others alive. ”

"Is this the world of the big guys? ”

“……“

Open any author group, and you can see the sound of discussion.

Baiyi Shengxue and Yan Guhong are both top writers, and they usually interact with the CEO of Qichen, the director of an entertainment company, and a well-known artist in the circle.

Their participation made the essay contest the icing on the cake and attracted attention again.

These two writers confirmed to attend the essay competition, and the other platinum writers were not idle, and those who were good at creating fantasy essays began to bubble, and they were in full swing with new books.

Including the Baili Imperial Robe, all clamored to participate in the event.

This surprised everyone, after all, it had not been long since the Baili Imperial Robe was put on the big seal, and it stands to reason that the old book is still a long way from being completed, does he want to open it double?

The allure of this fantasy essay contest once again refreshed everyone's cognition, and it even made the platinum god participate in it at any time, which shows the many benefits of this.

At this moment when the platinum gods moved together.

Yanjing City.

He Xiao had to wander home from downstairs as if he was nothing, carrying an orange cat with thief eyebrows and mouse eyes in his hand.

He went out for a walk with the sweet potato at night, but this guy secretly broke free from the rope and almost ran away, and it took a lot of effort to catch it.

He Xiao, who was angry, didn't come up with a sigh of relief, and walked back with the back of its neck.

When I was about to get home, I saw Zhang Xuran standing at the door and opening the door with a big grin, ready to go in and pet the cat.

This guy ...... Always don't treat yourself as an outsider.

He Xiao rolled his eyes and shouted, "Eldest sister, this is my house, it's not appropriate for you to open the door like your own home, right?"

"Don't fart with me, when you're not at home for a year, I don't open the door and go in to feed your cat and clean it by myself. Zhang Xuran disagreed, snatched the sweet potato from He Xiao's hand, and then held it in his arms and swayed, "Little cutie, you almost ran away? Come on, let my sister kiss you." “

"Oh, lowly cat slave. He Xiao sarcastically said something sarcastic, ignored her scolding, and walked straight home.

Zhang Xuran took advantage of the fact that the door was not closed tightly and followed in, there was a cat at home, a sweet potato daughter-in-law, and a beautiful puppet, she had to suck enough before she could leave.

"By the way, I think Qichen has a moth essay contest, do you want to participate?"

Zhang Xuran is an old bookworm, a senior member of Qichen Chinese Network, naturally understands the major events that have happened in the online literature circle during this period of time, so he can't help but ask.

He Xiao took out a glass of milk from the refrigerator and said with a smile: "My editor specially reminded me not to open the book, wait for the essay competition, can I not participate?"

"Really participated? Didn't I say, do you know how to write fantasy?" Zhang Xuran glanced at him with suspicion on his face, and snorted:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, this time a bunch of platinums such as Baiyi Shengxue, Yan Guhong, and Baili Imperial Robe will participate, they are not as easy to deal with as the over-spirited gods like the previous ones, once they make a move, it will definitely be enough for you to eat a pot. ”

"It's fine. He Xiao shook his head nonchalantly.

To be honest, when Baiyi Shengxue, Yan Guhong and others joined, and there was an uproar in the industry, He Xiao really didn't feel anything.

Central Plains Five?

Isn't it amazing?

In the most fantasy black mobile phone world, these so-called five hao are really not enough to see.

He Xiao is not only not worried, but is even entangled because there are too many works to write.

There are so many fantasy that can be written.

Which one should I write?

Scrapwood rising?

Counterattack?

There's no choice.

After all, these books are all excellent ideas, and he feels that any one of them has a hope of winning the essay competition.

He Xiao poured himself a cup of tea, stopped arguing with Zhang Xuran, and walked to the study to study his next plan.

After all, fantasy is different from urban literature like "Chen Ergou", which starts with millions of words at every turn, and he has to prepare for saving the manuscript in advance.

Meanwhile.

Dragons in the air.

Everyone is still discussing, and there is even a debate about who has a better chance of winning.

"The white-clothed Shengxue is a god in one book, and the second book is supreme, his "Holy Heavenly Palace" is an irreplaceable classic, I think he has the best chance of winning!"

Some people support Baiyi Shengxue, listing all kinds of glorious pasts, and thinking that Baiyi Shengxue will definitely win the championship.

"Baiyi Shengxue can't do it, he stopped writing for a year, and his popularity has dropped too much, it's better to keep updating Yan Guhong on the front line to have a chance of winning!"

This is to support Yan Guhong, who is also a writer of the Five Giants, Yan Guhong is no worse than Shengxue in Baiyi, and because he has never stopped writing, his popularity is even higher.

"By the way, you said that Wang He Wanrong, the starting point newcomer who just finished "Chen Ergou", will he participate in this event?"

In the end, some people set their sights on He Wanrong, after all, he is also a writer now, and the gods are just around the corner, and the average score of 40,000 yuan is not far behind.

"He Wanrong, forget it, his last book ended badly, from this point you can see how poor his control of the plot is, besides, this is fantasy and not a city, he jumped a category directly, he shouldn't participate. ”

A fifth-level writer appeared, analyzing the Tao with his head, and everyone couldn't help but nod.

He Wanrong should not participate in this essay competition, after all, after the old book is finished, it should be a big blow to it, this is another fantasy essay, there is no reason to participate.

At this time, He Wanrong, who is being evaluated by the industry, does not know the news from the outside world at all.

He was pondering which book to write, and after a long time of choosing, he finally made up his mind about the story he was going to write.

On this day, he typed the first line of the story on the screen.

A giant IP was born.