And the office of the Organizing Committee of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix, there are already many people working here, working to deal with various problems in a timely manner, and this voting website is what they have just built today. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a staff member noticed an anomaly on the Internet and shouted loudly: "Oh no, something is wrong, the authors of martial arts novels are arguing?"

"Got a quarrel?"

"What's going on?"

"Why did you quarrel?"

When the other staff in the office heard this, they asked one after another.

The first person to find out about the situation said: "I just saw their micro-broadcast, and I don't know what the specific situation is, probably just to vote in advance." ”

"I see, it's just for the number of votes, they're accusing each other of swiping each other's votes. ”

"Swiping tickets, it shouldn't be possible, it's all real-name system?

"Who said it wasn't, but, because Wu Xiaotian's votes grew too fast, fans of other novel authors were not convinced, and went to Wu Xiaotian's Weibo to say that he swiped the votes, but was scolded back by his fans. ”

At this time, a person who looked like a leader saw the noise here, walked over and asked, "Why are you all gathered here, what happened?"

Soon, someone made it clear to the leader about the scolding war that took place on the Internet.

The leader frowned and said: "This has just begun, how can it be like this, you should quickly call these authors who are the most fierce fans and ask them to come forward to appease them." ”

"Okay. ”

The leader of the organizing committee personally took out his mobile phone and called the author Mu Jiechen, there is no way, who makes the family old, and it is not appropriate for others to call.

"Zizi Zi ......"

The mobile phone vibrate, Wu Xiaotian looked at the mobile phone number, it was an unfamiliar number, but he still picked it up: "Hey, hello." ”

"Hello, are you the author of Wu Xiaotian?"

"Yes, who are you?" Wu Xiaotian asked.

"Hello, I am a staff member of the Organizing Committee of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix, and I noticed that there seems to be a very bad impact on the Internet now, so I want to communicate with you. ”

Wu Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and he knew which scolding battle this person was talking about, so he said, "Why are you communicating with me? I didn't scold anyone?"

"However, now it's your fans who are making such a ferocious scene, looking for the author's micro-broadcast provocation everywhere. ”

As soon as Wu Xiaotian heard this, he quit, it was obvious that someone else came to me first to step on the field, you in turn said that I was going to provoke others, this is not right, you are too biased.

He said angrily: "I think you should take a look at it first before you say it, obviously someone else came over to scold me first, okay, the fans on my side can only defend themselves and fight back at most, so you should go to those who take the initiative to stir up trouble first." ”

The staff over there also knew that this was true, but still said: "We are all communicating, so please explain it to your fans on Weibo first." ”

"Okay, I don't embarrass you, take a look here, and when the other authors speak, I'll say a word too. ”

Wu Xiaotian replied painlessly, neither agreeing nor refusing, his consciousness was that I provoked this matter, and it was someone else who wanted to stop.

After speaking, he hung up the phone and asked the staff in the office of the organizing committee of the competition to call Wu Xiaotian, a little stunned.

At this time, he was not the only one who was stunned, and the people who called other authors all got the same treatment, even worse than Wu Xiaotian's attitude, for example, the leader called Mu Jiechen, and they hummed and chirped a few words, and then hung up.

The man looked at each other with a look of helplessness.

Originally, they still wanted to work in this organizing committee, it must be a leisurely and respectable work, who knew that the first day would make their heads big.

After staying for a long time, it was the leader who spoke first, and he blushed and said: "Those people said to swipe the screen, you check for me, whether anyone swiped the ticket." ”

"Okay. ”

Ten minutes later, a staff member wearing glasses hurriedly walked over, he wiped his sweat, and said: "Leader, I checked the background, all of them are real-name ID cards to vote, and even the IP address is different." ”

"That means it's impossible to swipe tickets?"

"Well, impossible. ”

The leader thought about it for a long time before he came up with a solution, and said: "Since this is the case, let's send an announcement to explain this matter, this is the first day of our organizing committee's opening, and this incident was made, and the image is too bad." ”

"Okay!"

Five minutes later, the microbroadcast of the Organizing Committee of the Chinese Literature Grand Prix had just been built, and it didn't do anything, so it sent out its first message, which is an announcement, which roughly means that the voting website rules of the contest are strict, the voting mechanism is perfect, and after many inspections, no one has swiped the votes, please be aware of the authors and readers.

As soon as this announcement came out, Wu Xiaotian's fans on Weibo were suddenly jubilant.

Why?

Because the reason why the fans of those other authors just now came over to scold people is that Wu Xiaotian has swiped votes, so as soon as the announcement of the organizing committee comes out, doesn't it mean that there is absolutely no possibility of swiping votes? Then Wu Xiaotian's votes on the website are absolutely credible, and they won.

"Haha, I'll just say, the number of votes for our Xiaobei is absolutely true, those authors of cats and dogs are not as good as Xiaobei, and they know how to shout. ”

"I said that our Xiaobei fan group is still powerful, and there is no pressure in the face of provocation. ”

"For these people who dare to step on the field, they should be dealt with head-on. ”

"Yes, that is, we can't relax now, continue to make persistent efforts, go to the website to vote, and strive to have an absolute advantage in the score of voting. ”

"That is, vote for us, let others stare dryly, the first belongs to Xiaobei, and the glory belongs to our Xiaobei fan group. ”

"Let's go. ”

"Little God. Zhu Li shouted from behind again.

"Well, Brother Li, what's the matter?" Wu Xiaotian replied.

Zhu Li looked at his phone and said with a sigh: "I said that your writers' circle is not quieter than those film and television circles and singing circles, look at the scolding war you just had, it is not weaker than any circle." ”

Wu Xiaotian nodded approvingly, and said, "It's just that the fans of other writers are so crazy that they are quite unreasonable." ”

Zhu Li was stunned, so frightened that his mobile phone almost slipped out of his hand, he was shocked by Wu Xiaotian's shameless remarks, and he was speechless.

Unreasonable?

You still say that other people's fans are unreasonable?

I think it's your fans who are the most unreasonable. (To be continued.) )