Knock knock!

"Is Abbot Fang there?" a voice sounded outside the temple.

When the monkey opened the door, he saw a man standing at the door, with a depressed face, and when he saw the monkey, he folded his hands and said, "Hello, Master Jingzhen." ”

The monkey also folded his hands and said, "Donor, is there something wrong?"

"Master Jingzhen, can I meet Abbot Fangzheng......? Something happened to me......" The man lowered his head, his face depressed, and his eyes were full of confusion.

The monkey said, "I'll ask Master if he is asleep." ”

"No need to ask, there is time for the teacher, this benefactor, please come in and sit down. Fangzheng's voice rang out.

When the man heard this, he quickly nodded gratefully and walked in.

The monkey did not close the door, which is also the rule of the temple, and when pilgrims came, the door could not be closed.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, the stars are bright, under the moonlight, the Bodhi tree sways with the wind, making a rattling sound, through the courtyard gate, you can see the Tianlong Pond as if the starry sky is reversed, and the two bell towers and drum towers full of ancient charm.

In the temple, under the Bodhi tree, Fang Zheng sat opposite the man.

The monkey brought two cups of tea, then sat down on the side and said no more.

Fang Zheng has been observing the man in front of him, the man looks like he is in his twenties and less than thirty years old, his eyebrows are delicate, but his eyebrows are tightly locked, as if there is some knot in his heart that cannot be untied.

However, what really surprised Fang Zheng and let the man in was the man's dress.

The man is wearing a suit, and it can be seen that this suit should be newly bought, very new, very slim, and the workmanship is very exquisite, and it looks like a big brand of clothes.

The man had a red flower pinned to his chest, and under the red flower hung a spikelet, and on the spikelet there was a red note that read: "Groom"!

The man's head still had crumbs from the salute, and the hairspray on one end still couldn't keep the hairstyle neat, but looked particularly messy.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng had some guesses in his heart, but Fang Zheng didn't say anything, just sat quietly.

The man didn't speak, his eyes were very confused, as if his mind was in a mess, and he had a lot of words, but he didn't know where to start.

The two of them sat quietly, perhaps feeling the calm of the monk opposite, and the man looked at Fangzheng.

Looking at Fang Zheng's eyes that were as calm as the starry sky, the slight smile was as warm as the sun. Feeling this faint warmth, the man's heart finally began to slowly calm down......

An hour later, the man sighed tastefully, and then said, "My name is Yu Nian, I am 29 years old this year, and I am an online writer. Master, do you know what a web writer is?"

Fang Zheng thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Yu Nian smiled bitterly: "Sure enough...... Has the master seen the Internet?"

Fang Zheng was stunned and said, "You write about the Internet?"

Yu Nian nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Fang Zheng suddenly became interested, and said with a smile: "The poor monk still admires you very much, your imagination is simply amazing." Also, the speed of writing is frightening. ”

was praised by Fang Zheng like this, and Yu Nian's mood was obviously much better.

After all, the person in front of him is a well-known abbot of Fangzheng in the whole country! A celebrity in the whole country, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a big star, and few people will not feel it when he is so praised.

Yu Nian said: "It's okay, I eat this bowl of rice, so I think about the plot every day when I sleep and dream." As for speed, anyone can write millions of words every year, so we call ourselves codeword dogs. ”

Fang Zheng said: "Be modest." ”

Yu Nian shook his head and said: "Our industry is very hard, almost all day in front of the computer, eating, sleeping, going to the toilet, thinking about the plot, if you have a plot, you have to quickly start writing and recording it, or start writing directly." The only thing that is gratifying is that I am the one left, and my income is not bad. You can write books and live a ......"

Fang Zheng asked in surprise, "You guys are very profitable in this business?"

Yu Nian shook his head and said, "How do you say it...... I've been writing books for ten years, and last year, my monthly manuscript fee was 1,000 and 2, a little more than 1,000 after deducting taxes. ”

Fang Zheng said: "How is it possible? Isn't the personal income tax already mentioned now?"

Yu Nian continued to shake his head and said: "It's different, writers generally can't make money, so they are all eight hundred. This is also thanks to the advent of the Internet, otherwise like the traditional way of writing, it is already very powerful for a writer to get 180 yuan a month. Even now, many traditional writers I know are actually creating without making money, and occasionally sending them out, they will earn five or ten yuan in manuscript fees.

The advantage of online writers over traditional writers is that we can sell directly on the Internet and make money. So life is a little better than theirs......

But the threshold for online writers is too low, as long as you want to write, you can write with a computer.

So, the number of online writers, so frightening, is almost eight million!"

When Fang Zheng heard this, he was really shocked: "Eight million......? How do poor monks feel, there are not many online writers around?"

Yu Nian said: "The threshold for online writers is too low, as long as they are on online literature websites and have published books, they are counted." But out of eight million, maybe five or six million, all on a whim, wrote a few chapters and never wrote again, or wrote intermittently, occasionally. These people don't make a penny, they have to post the time, and there are no readers, so they are basically hitting the streets.

Who would advertise their books on the streets? So, they all hid themselves. ”

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded...... He continued to ask, "What about the rest?"

Yu Nian said: "Of the remaining more than two million people, it is estimated that two million people will not be able to sign contracts. It's like, they produce a product, but the supermarket doesn't give them the meaning to sell it. ”

Founder understands in seconds......

Yu Nian said: "The remaining hundreds of thousands of people can sign contracts, but signing contracts does not mean selling them for money." Those who can be put on the shelves and start selling for money are even fewer. Others don't know, and many of the authors I know can't be on the shelves. Then count a little more, 200,000 people on the shelves. Among these 200,000 people, there are more than 100,000 people, but they can't sell much money after they are put on the shelves, just like me last year, 900 yuan a month, more than 1,000 yuan. Then there are tens of thousands of people left who can earn a few thousand yuan, a few thousand people who can earn tens of thousands of dollars a month, less than a thousand people earn 100,000 yuan, and those who are less than a few dozen or even fewer can earn those hundreds of thousands and more. ”

After hearing this, Fang Zheng was speechless and said, "This ...... The probability is too low. ”

Yu Nian said: "Yes, the probability is too low. The output value created by the entire online literature circle every year may not be as much as that created by a variety show...... Therefore, the online writer does not have much influence on the world. The world doesn't pay much attention to us, and we're the kind of people who are often forgotten. ”