"Hehe, President Zhao, it's quite a big person, do you want to have a B face? You, the vice president of the writers' association who debuted as a traditional writer, want to write a book with Qin Luobi? Why don't you just compare your age directly to whom! Then you will win!"

"It's just shameless. If you are a writer, you have to compare yourself to others in writing books, and I have never seen such a brazen person. ”

"Qin Luo, don't promise him, he deliberately provoked the law. If you agreed, you fell into his trap. ”

"President Zhao, do you dare to compare couplets with Qin Luo? If you don't dare, admit defeat. ”

Qin Luo's fans left messages for Qin Luo, advising him not to agree to Zhao Wensong's proposal to write a book, so as not to fall into the trap.

And Zhao Wensong's fans also rushed over, shouting one by one.

"Haha, Qin Luo is intimidating, right? If you have the ability, you can write a book. ”

"Didn't you say that Mr. Zhao's books are rubbish? Do you dare to try with Mr. Zhao to see who wrote the books that are more rubbish? ”

"A giant in words, a dwarf in action. Aren't they all jumping and happy, why are they all holding back now? Come on, write a book, see who writes well. ”

"Mr. Zhao's book has sold more than one million, and not everyone can slander it at will. Qin Luo, if you write a book, you can sell a hundred copies of my live broadcast to eat the keyboard. ”

……

Fans on both sides directly started a scolding war, and gunsmoke broke out for a while.

Qin Luo looked at this situation and made an unexpected decision, and responded directly on Weibo: "Hehe, it's better than that, it's Sun Tzu who loses." ”

As soon as Weibo came out, both sides quieted down.

No one expected that Qin Luo would really agree to Zhao Wensong's book writing competition.

This is obviously a routine, Qin Luo retreated and didn't agree, he would be chased and beaten by Zhao Wensong's fans all the time, and if he agreed, he would lock in defeat in advance.

Zhao Wensong deliberately buried a pit waiting for Qin Luo to jump in, and his proposal for such a book-writing competition was invincible in itself.

Seeing that Qin Luo really agreed, the old folds on Zhao Wensong's face smiled soothingly, "Young people are always young and vigorous, and they get carried away when I provoke them like this." Haha, look at how I have ruined your reputation, and you have to be my grandson in the end. ”

Zhao Wensong was in a good mood, he was sure that he had won, and when he thought of Qin Luo being his grandson after losing, he danced excitedly.

Click.

The person is old, his body bones are stiff, and he accidentally twists his waist, and cold sweat breaks out on his forehead.

Finally soothed it, it didn't hurt so much, Zhao Wensong made a final decision, and wrote on Weibo: "Okay, since you agreed, then starting today, for a year, we will each write a book, and finally see who has higher sales, who wins!"

This is not to give Qin Luo a chance to regret it, and directly give the game down.

Zhao Wensong's fans were naturally very happy when they saw this result, and they went directly to Qin Luo's Weibo to leave a message, all of which were sarcastic.

"Hahaha, Qin Luo is afraid that he is a fool. I really agreed to write a book with Mr. Zhao. Do you know how to write dead words?"

"Impulsiveness always has a price, I'll just wait to see the day you admit defeat, and obediently be Mr. Zhao's grandson." ”

"Do you really dare to agree to write a book? Excuse me, how much do you have the guts to buy a pound? I also want to buy a few pounds. ”

"Qin Luo, out. ”

"Admit defeat, Sao Nian, die early and die late, if you admit defeat now, we can also help you intercede with Mr. Zhao. ”

On the other hand, Qin Luo's fans were a little caught off guard, and they didn't understand why Qin Luo chose to agree that this was obviously a must-lose game.

Xiao Li's flying knife directly sent a private message to Qin Luo at the first time, asking him to delete Weibo, when it didn't happen.

It's better to regret and lose face now than to lose and become a grandson in the future.

"You don't have to worry, since I promised him, I am naturally 100% sure of winning. Qin Luo replied to Xiao Li's flying knife on the horse, "I never fight battles that I am not sure of. Zhao Wensong wanted to design a trick for me, but he didn't know that I was going to plan. ”

Seeing Qin Luo's reply, Xiao Li's flying knife was finally relieved and told other fans.

Qin Luo appeased the fans and added on Weibo: "You, President Zhao, are traditional writers and take the physical publishing and sales route. But what I'm going to write is an online novel, and I'm going to sell it online. ”

Zhao Wensong looked a little flustered, so how can it be compared? It's not the same way. He immediately replied, "How can this be compared? You didn't take the opportunity to regret it, did you?"

"In my dictionary of life, there is no such thing as regret. Qin Luo immediately replied, "This is also very good." Isn't it true that you write books to make money? That's more money than whoever writes a book that makes more money in a year, and whoever wins!"

Zhao Wensong happily accepted it after a little thought, the ultimate purpose of his book was indeed to make money, and he never thought that he would lose, especially to Qin Luo, a guy who didn't know the height of the sky!

In this way, the book writing competition between the two officially began, which lasted for one year.

Fans on both sides reacted very differently to this, one side was happy and the other was worried.

Qin Luo didn't say anything more, and he also explained a few words to the fans' worries, but it still had no effect, so he didn't say more.

Anyway, ride a donkey and read the record book, let's see.

Log out of the Internet, click on the group chat, and find that the group members are also paying attention to this matter.

Shen Yuetai: "Qin Luo, do you really want to try to write a book with Zhao Wensong? He made his debut as a writer, you ...... I'm a little impulsive. ”

Nie Wenchao: "I don't know much about writing, but I still know a little bit about Zhao Wensong. To be able to climb to the position of vice president of the Yanjing Writers Association, it is obvious that there are two brushes. Xiao Luo, you're a bit big this time. ”

Ling Xiaoxiao: "What's wrong, what's wrong?, did something happen to Qin Luo again?"

Yuan Wei is one of the few writers in the group, and he is also a traditional writer, and he is one of the only few first-line writers in China, and he is stronger than Zhao Wensong, the eighteenth line.

As a professional writer, Yuan Wei said in the group: "Zhao Wensong's writing level is there, but there is only that. He has written more than 20 books, and the total sales have exceeded one million, with an average of less than 50,000 sales per book. According to the general situation, he calculates 10% of the royalty, sells 50,000 yuan, and prices 30 per book, and he can probably earn about 150,000 yuan by writing a book. Qin Luo, do you have the confidence to write online novels and earn 150,000 yuan in a year?"

Seeing this, Qin Luo showed an extremely disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The pinnacle of my online article Xiaobaiwen's work "Breaking the Sky" only earns 150,000 a year?

Hehe, you don't know anything about online articles!