The older generation in the literary and artistic world is gradually withering, and there is no fresh blood to replenish, and the literary world seems to have slowly declined.

In 1900, Alfred used his estate as a fund to divide the annual interest into five parts, and established the Nobel Prize, which was divided into five prizes: physics, chemistry, physiology, literature, and peace.

Within a few years, the prize quickly became the world's highest award in various fields, and several other awards went from strength to strength, but the Nobel Prize in Literature gradually came to an embarrassing situation.

So far this year, a total of 16 people have been awarded, and these people are basically writers who were famous before the Industrial Revolution, and the youngest is probably the French writer Romain Rolland, who won last year's award, but he was also born in 1866.

The current Nobel Prize in Literature is supported by these older generation of literary giants, and if this trend continues, in another ten years, the Nobel Prize in Literature will face the dilemma of choosing a general among the short, and the Nobel Prize in Literature will become more and more ugly.

Wang Lijian was deeply touched by this, and of course he knew the reasons why the literary and artistic circles were declining and why they were brought up again.

He turned his gaze to the top of the screen and said, "This kind of work should be seen by more people." ”

Hu Qinglian saw that he was back to work and said with a smile: "I'll go change a cup of tea for you." ”

The cup of tea that I poured just now was already cold because it had been left for too long.

……

The next day, when the sun rose in Jinling, Zhuang Yan got up from the bed, lit a cigarette for himself before he washed up, then turned on the computer and began to type on the keyboard.

The story in last night's dream developed until Youqing was in the fifth grade of elementary school, and Jiazhen was sick, and it became more and more serious.

Over the years, Fugui got acquainted with Chunsheng and Lao Quan on the battlefield, the scene on the battlefield was absurd and tragic, the national army of 100,000 people was surrounded within a range of 20 miles, and lived on the food dropped by air every day, but the cannon in his hand did not let go of a single cannon.

Later, Lao Quan died, Chunsheng disappeared, and Fugui took the entanglement of the Eighth Route Army and went all the way home.

After returning home, Feng Xia became deaf and mute, Youqing was a few years older but didn't know his father, and when he asked Jiazhen, Fugui's mother was also dead.

……

It took several hours, more than 30,000 words were written, and after checking for typos, they were passed on.

"That's it!"

Zhuang Yan stretched his waist and let out a long sigh of relief, and an ashtray was placed on the table, leaving seven or eight new cigarette butts in it, all of which were masterpieces from when he had just written.

He knew that he couldn't afford to smoke like this in his current body, but as an old smoker for nearly ten years, telling him not to smoke was more uncomfortable than letting him die.

After stretching his waist, Zhuang Yan glanced at the backstage news, and felt a little surprised. However, he didn't click in to read it, because he was too hungry to read any comments.

After washing up casually, he went down to lunch, and now he is no longer shy in his pocket, of course, he will not eat instant noodles and buns and other things, but go to a restaurant, order himself a meat and a vegetarian dish, and eat comfortably in the restaurant.

In fact, he is not shy in his pocket, and he has some change left over from before in his pocket, which is only about forty yuan, which is only enough for him to eat such a meat and a vegetarian dish, and after eating this meal, he has no money in his pocket.

But the day before yesterday, he had already purchased a lot of things, and if it didn't work, it wouldn't be impossible to go back and eat those packaged foods.

After eating, Zhuang Yan took a walk around the neighborhood and returned to his residence after sweating a little.

After eating and drinking well, Zhuang Yan had time to read the news in his personal center at this time.

At this time, the original more than seventy messages have increased to more than ninety, and they are about to break through to three digits.

Zhuang Yan picked his eyelids and clicked on the comments, more than ninety comments are not much, but a small half of them are long comments, Zhuang Yan looked carefully at the beginning, and he became impatient when he looked at it, so he turned to look at it and read it about it directly.

There are praises and disapprovals in the comments, but most people are very polite, and even if they have opinions, they are slowly raised, and the words are not too intense.

Of course, there are also those intense, there are so two comments that are scolding the author for not being human, and the protagonist who writes is such a thing, disloyal, unfilial and unjust, not even as good as a brute.

There are also some that are more direct, just drop the word "garbage" and run away.

Zhuang Yan knew the truth that the forest was big and there were all kinds of birds, and he also knew that the quality of netizens in this era was also mixed, so he glanced at these malicious comments and clicked the delete button in the upper right corner, letting them disappear into his book review area.

However, from the comments, Zhuang Yan also figured out why there were suddenly more book reviews today, and it turned out that his work was recommended on the homepage of the website.

Zhuang Yan was busy clicking on the homepage again, this is the first time Zhuang Yan has taken a closer look at the homepage of the website, and the homepage has flashed before, just to log in to his account, and he has never looked at it carefully.

After looking for a long time, Zhuang Yan didn't find the title of the book SDFG, but he saw his own name, Zhuang Yan.

But the title of the cover book on the promotion is not SDFG, but "A Loser's Self-Statement", seeing this title, Zhuang Yan knew that it was estimated that the website wanted to push his own book, but he couldn't look at the title of the book he typed casually, so he changed the title of his book on his own initiative.

Zhuang Yan doesn't care about this, anyway, the title of the book can be changed in the future, so why not promote the book for free on the website?

After figuring this out, Zhuang Yan clicked on his backstage again, but he didn't expect that the accumulated manuscript fee had reached more than 5,000 yuan.

Among them, more than 1,000 yuan is the reward, and the other 4,000 yuan is pure manuscript fee, and now his book is about less than 100,000 words, and a person needs to pay less than ten yuan to watch it, while Zhuang Yan can get eight yuan.

If you calculate it in this way, plus the previous more than 400 manuscript fees, about 500 people have read the book now.

Zhuang Yan didn't expect that the website recommendation was quite powerful, and it didn't take long to bring him 500 readers.

Five hundred readers may not seem like much, but you must know that Zhuang Yan's book is a full fee, and these five hundred readers are all paid readers, which shows that the number of readers who have seen this book is far more than five hundred.

And most people may be intimidated by the full charge of this book, after all, no one wants to spend money rashly if they don't give a trial reading.

The reason why some people are willing to pay to read it is probably influenced by the comments under the book, as well as the recommendations on the homepage.

Here's what the testimonial says:

This is a person's perspective, it is another world, the author allows us to slowly observe another different world through the perspective of the protagonist, from this world, how much to get, we should decide for ourselves.