At this moment, in a certain city in China, in the room of a high-end apartment, the martial arts author Li Xin was a little angry. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He looked at the voting website of the Huaxia Literature Grand Prix, and watched Jin Gu squeeze down the top ten, so angry that he almost fell off the keyboard.

It was not easy for him to gain a foothold in the top ten, but he didn't expect to be blown up by a rookie author, which made him embarrassed.

Li Xin, in his forties, is a famous martial arts writer in China, who has debuted for more than 20 years and has won many martial arts awards, and is also a very famous one among middle-aged martial arts writers.

However, in recent years, due to the aging of the novel's routine, readers have become tired of this kind of novel, and with the rise of a new generation of martial arts writers such as Wu Xiaotian and Meng Yao, his novel writing style has been criticized.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to this contest and wants to use this contest to justify the name of his novel, and his novel is not outdated.

However, as the novel contest progressed, he was hit hard by reality.

Not to mention anything else, the top nine on the voting list of the competition include three young writers, three older generation writers, and three martial arts writers who debuted at the same time as him.

These nine people were like nine mountains, weighing heavily on his body, and he couldn't climb over it.

Originally, he had already accepted his fate, thinking that it would be okay to be in the top ten and save his last face.

Unexpectedly, this competition has only started for more than a week, and he has been surpassed by a newcomer.

Li Xin refreshed the voting website again, and there is still no change in the ranking, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger.

It's not a matter of ranking, it's a matter of face.

He couldn't hold back any longer, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

"For, Mr. Wang, hello, I'm Xiao Li. ”

"Hey, yes, I have something here that I want to trouble you. ”

"Yes, it's about the Chinese Literature Grand Prix, can you help me send a microcast to promote it, you know, I attach great importance to this competition. ”

"Hey, okay, thank you, Mr. Wang. ”

Hanging up the phone, Li Xin dialed another mobile phone number.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'm Li Xin. ”

"Yes, it's easy to say. ”

"Well, this book is definitely published by you. ”

"Yes, there is one thing here that can help, that is, to send a micro-broadcast to promote my novel of this competition, which is very helpful to my popularity, and when the whole book is published, the sales will definitely be even better."

"Okay, thank you, we have time to eat together!"

Li Xin sat in the room, calling one after another, requesting, pleading, cooperating or even threatening, asking many people to help promote his participating novels.

And the people he called are all well-known in the society, but this popularity is higher or lower, and they have helped to build publicity, and they will also attract a lot of votes.

Sure enough, half an hour later, his phone call had an effect, and on the voting website of the competition, Li Xin's votes rose vigorously in a short period of time, as if he had taken a stimulant.

After a while, the website voting was refreshed again, the tenth place Li Xin, with 136701 votes, and the eleventh place Jin Gu, with 132405 votes.

In the comment section of the voting website, I instantly paid attention to the alternation of rankings during this time.

"Hey, what's going on? Why did the rankings change so quickly? ”

"Yes, just now it was still the tenth in Jin Gu and the eleventh in Li Xin, why has it changed now?"

"Did someone swipe the ticket?"

"Impossible, when the voting website was first established, some people also said that Wu Xiaotian had swiped votes, and the organizing committee of the competition came out to clarify that there was no possibility of swiping votes. ”

"What's going on?"

And the change in the ranking is not only seen by these neutral fans, but also by the newly established "Jingu Fan Group".

Sun Page was the first to notice the change in the ranking, and at first he thought it was a mistake, but when he refreshed it several times, and then saw the discussion of other readers, he confirmed that Jin Gu was squeezed out of the top ten again.

They have just set up the "Jingu Fan Group", and now Jingu is immediately squeezed out of the top ten, isn't this a slap in the face of these Jingu fans in Chiguoguo?

Sun Ye immediately shouted in the newly established microbroadcast: "Brothers, are you here? If you are here, you can help promote Jin Guda's novel, and now his ranking has dropped again?"

"What's going on?"

"Yes, I also found out just now that Jin Gu ranked eleventh and was surpassed by Li Xin. ”

"I heard that many of Li Xin's friends helped promote his novel, so it attracted a lot of votes. ”

"Ah, can it still be like this, then what should we do? I haven't seen Jin Guda's figure until now?"

Sun Page is also frowning, that Li Xin himself appeared, and he has friends to help promote it, so what about Jin Guda and his novels here?

He grabbed his hair and pondered.

With that, Sun Page thought about it, and he sent a message on Weibo: "Brothers, listen to me, now this time can only rely on us, we must stand up and not fall, so I have an idea now, you all listen to me, listen to my division of labor......"

Soon, a group of water armies appeared on major forums, portals, and video websites, wearing the vest of 'I love to read the novel "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng"", and kept replying to various comments;

Their approach makes the moderators and those singers and movie stars a little crying and laughing, people are praising you, praising you, and saying good things about you, so you know that these vests are here to promote the novel "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng", but you are a little helpless with them.

It's not powerful for a person to have such a vest, but hundreds of people are really not to be ignored with such a vest.

Therefore, with their publicity, coupled with the fact that the novel "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng" is indeed very good, many people fell in love with this book after reading it and became fans of Jingu.

"Damn, I'm going to vote for Jin Gu, the novel is good. ”

"Support "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng"!"

"Top "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng", top Jin Gu!"

"Everybody voted to go. ”

Soon, the number of votes on the contest voting website also rose sharply, 133701, 135902, 139725......

An hour later, Jin Gu re-ascended to the top ten of the voting rankings, and Li Xin dropped to eleven again.

Another hour passed, Li Xin was the tenth again, and Jin Gu was eleventh.

In another hour, Jin Gu was the tenth and Li Xin was the eleventh.

This kind of ranking goes on and on, and the competition is very fierce, until the fifth time, the ranking is finally determined, Jin Gu is tenth, and Li Xin is eleventh.

Li Xin was silent, he didn't understand a little, who was this Jin Gu, why he didn't come forward himself, just relying on the fanatical pursuit of fans, he was able to pull him down from the tenth place.

Is this the charm of novels?

For the first time, he began to face up to his own way of writing novels, and he silently opened shopping websites, and bought novels by emerging martial arts writers such as Wu Xiaotian and Meng Yao in his shopping basket, ready to learn their writing styles. (To be continued.) )