Negative public opinion can trigger online violence.

Qing Yu Nian was beaten to death by online violence.

Although book friends and fans try their best to wave their flags and shout on the Internet, no matter how many book friends there are, it is impossible for there to be many people who eat melons, and the people who eat melons who don't look at the Internet will not care about your words, they will only say sourly, why can you accept so many rewards if you write it.

If you make money, you are guilty, don't quibble, everyone has said on the news, you are garbage literature, you are illegal fundraising, you are wrong.

If you are wrong, you will be punished, this group of fans of yours are all water army.

Small rocks can't always bear the rough sea.

In frustration and helplessness, fans of Qing Yunian could only silently run to the pirated website to read the chapters updated by Meng Ke that night.

Like a wounded beast.

It's like a homeless child.

When you see the highlights, you can't comment if you want to...... It's miserable.

Actually.

It's not the worst of all.

The next day.

When Wang Qi, the editor-in-chief of the male frequency, went to work on time and walked into his office, he found that he seemed to be worse than those readers.

Because, oolong.

Big oolong.

An official from the Editorial Department of Foreign Affairs was waiting at the door of Wang Qi's office early in the morning, holding a brand-new magazine with "Chinese Poetry" on the cover.

When he saw Wang Qi coming to work, the thin officer hurried over and handed the magazine to Wang Qi: "Editor-in-chief Wang, this is our boss who asked me to transfer it to you, you can take a look." ”

Give the magazine to Wang Qi.

The man just turned and left.

An academic journal, a poetry magazine that has nothing to do with bestsellers, Wang Qi is actually not very interested in reading it, he still holds a morning meeting first as usual.

Dozens of editors-in-charge sat down in the conference room one by one and talked about the books they had at hand. Then we began to discuss next week's recommendations, the direction of the main promotion, this month's hot keywords, and the writing guidance of the new authors later, Wang Qi sat on the main seat and listened expressionlessly.

And then.

He found that a few of the editors in charge of the speeches below actually began to whisper quietly, editing this work, there is nothing wrong with exchanging a sentence or two. However, five minutes later, a few more began to disobey the meeting discipline.

Coughing heavily, Wang Qi was very dissatisfied with today's meeting, and even began to name the names of the people who exchanged their ears.

The editors in charge who were named all looked like they wanted to speak, but they seemed to be a little entangled, and their eyes finally fell on Yu Jirui at the end.

Yu Jirui, who hadn't slept for half a night, was dazed and mentally unstable, and observed that someone had been dissing herself, and then she wanted to scold people: "Look at what I'm doing?

"Look again!"

"Look at it again, gouge out all your eyeballs!"

Yu Jirui was blocked because of the celebration of more than one year, and she only said two words at the morning meeting today, which is basically the role of 'passing'.

The goddess of the forest wood system has long been angry.

On the verge of rage.

But Meng Ke, the editor in charge, has a shallow foundation, he also has no status, no matter how angry he is, he has no right to speak, so he can only drink cup by cup of sweetened milk tea.

When you drink three packets of saccharin in your mouth, you feel bitter.

Bitter heart.

You can't drink anything sweet.

In the interval between Wang Qixun's words, a group of people suddenly walked outside the editorial department of the male frequency, the leader of the group, with a smile on his face, as if there was something happy, walking with a spring breeze. This person is Wei Shu, vice president of the group, who focuses on text creation, and is the top boss of each editorial department, but because he is very busy with work, he is usually not seen by small editors.

Wei Shu didn't knock on the door, he walked in straight, holding a magazine in both hands behind his back, and said to Wang Qi when he entered the room: "Editor-in-chief Wang, congratulations, your department can be regarded as fighting for our platform this time." ”

While congratulating, Wei Shu handed Wang Qi a magazine.

Turn around.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Wei Shu coughed: "It just so happens that everyone is there, so I'll just say a few words." ”

After a slight pause, Wei Shu began to speak confidently: "Our online literature alliance has been established for ten years, and it can be regarded as the ten years of rapid development of the Chinese Internet.

"Because the outside world thinks that the works on our platform are not good, compared to literary works, they are too low-end and have no value, and some people even claim that our network will destroy the flowers of the motherland. ”

"Ridiculous, pathetic, lamentable......"

Wei Shu's tone was full of emotion, and he spoke at length for five minutes, and then the conversation suddenly changed: "However, I have always believed that our platform is the future of literature, and we will definitely be able to give birth to excellent literary works, which is the next peak of literature." I have also guessed before, about another twenty years, when I retire, I may have the opportunity to see one or two works that can really be taken, when chatting with other CEOs, I said this, and was laughed at, I didn't expect ah, or I underestimated everyone's efforts, not twenty years, today, we did it!"

A sonorous sound slammed into the office.

Everyone was a little stunned.

What did you do?

We don't seem to be doing anything, huh?

Except for the editors who had just exchanged their heads, the other editors were in a state of confusion, and then looked at Wang Qi, frowning deadly, constantly flipping through the "Chinese Poetry" magazine under his hand.

This book is a magazine though.

However, its influence in China is equivalent to the influence of the New England Journal in the medical community.

Wang Qi actually saw one in the morning.

But he didn't flip.

Not interested.

Then, now that Wei Shu has given him another copy, he can't be a deaf ear anymore.

Quickly flipping through the entire magazine, he was stunned on the first page of the original, and then suddenly turned back to the position of the cover, and a large line of blue letters in the lower left corner came into view: "Contemporary Classical Poet - A Twenty-seven-Year-Old Amazing Genius." ”

From the first page to the eleventh page of the original.

Exactly eleven pages.

Ten ancient poems, all of which were written by one person, accounted for half of the top poetry magazines in this kind of top poetry magazine.

Is this magazine for him alone?

Wang Qi stared at the author's name: "Pseudonym: Time can be turned back." ”

"Real name: Meng Ke. ”

This Meng Ke, he Wang Qi is not familiar with it, he has never heard of it, but he knows this pen name, isn't this the author of the book he just sealed?

The pen name is repeated!

It must be for this reason!

Wang Qi didn't believe that a third-rate author under his command could write a work published in a magazine of this level, and he was also designated as a 'contemporary classicist poet'!

Contemporary?

Classicism?

Tease me!