He Dadong, who was sitting in front of the computer, still had a smug smile on the corner of his mouth one second, and froze the next second.

Half a love letter?

How did he end up here?!

He Dadong felt like someone suddenly choked his neck, he felt difficult to breathe, and his face was as hot as fire, embarrassed, even through the screen, he could feel an extremely embarrassing atmosphere. This kind of feeling that he thinks he is saying bad things about people behind his back, but the person concerned is on the scene, is so sour!

Damn, this is not a common sense to play cards!

originally thought that a god like the other party would basically not haunt the signing group, so he casually pretended to be a comparison to vent his inner dissatisfaction and jealousy, who would have thought that the other party actually saw it!

He Dadong seemed to foresee that as long as the other party said a word, he would apologize directly, and he would not dare to appear in the group in the future, and even had to withdraw from the group.

It's over......

He Dadong was desperate in his heart, in the final analysis, it was just his own jealousy that was causing trouble, and he really let him face a great god, he didn't have the courage. In the past, it was not that there were no street beaters who wanted to rely on spraying big gods to gain popularity, but those people slowly disappeared, because the reader's eyes are bright after all, and once someone picks it up, the reputation will be stinky.

Now he can only pray to the great god to measure greatness, let himself go, and promise to be cautious in his words and deeds in the future, and not to say half a bad word about others!

However, the melon-eating masses in the group are different, seeing Zhao Qian appear, he suddenly became excited, shit, the god of love letters was actually peeping at the screen, and he didn't choose to tolerate it, but stood up directly, this is a proper pretending to be slapped in the face, a classic urban novel plot routine!

The small bench was brought up, the melon seed soda was served, and the melon was eaten and the show was watched!

Don't think that these guys will only drive silently or pretend to be forced, the most fearful thing is that the world will not be chaotic is them, every time there is something new in the group, a large group of people are watching, not necessarily speaking, many are peeping at the screen, and when the interest comes, they will also end up fighting with others.

The last time it was so lively, it seemed that some self-righteous person hit the street, took the name of an Internet writer to ask a high school girl, and used it to show off, but he was scolded by the indignant people, and he wanted to report this guy, so scared that the other party quit the group directly.

This time the movement is not very big, but everyone's expectations continue unabated, and they are curious about how the "half-paper love letter" will deal with it. After all, that guy said bad things about him to his face.

In fact, Zhao Qian was quite puzzled, what kind of sacredness is this "don't hit the street again", with such a big tone?

In fact, others can't afford Xiao Baiwen, he doesn't care, anyway, he just needs to get rich, just let those who hit the street continue to sour. It's just that this time, the other party criticized his book by name, and threatened that even if he was in person, he would be right.

Zhao Qian was interested, and deliberately showed up to see if the other party really had the courage.

Now it seems that it's not like that, as soon as he appears, the other party will be cowardly, how can this be done?

In fact, he searched the other party's pen name just now and found that it was a second-level author, but there was no work under his name, so he guessed that it was probably harmonized. So Baidu took a look, and finally found the other party's work, and it was still three.

Seriously, having written three books, adding up to more than five million words, and is only a second-level author, this friend's writing talent doesn't seem to be very good. Because the first-level author only has 20,000 writer points, which means that this guy can't earn 20,000 yuan a year by writing books, that is, less than 2,000 a month, which belongs to the kind of mixed full-time attendance.

Of course, maybe people don't rely on this profession to eat, it's just a hobby, then there's nothing to say.

just read the beginning of the other party's latest serialized book, and Zhao Qian was entangled again.

This writing, this style, and this plot, I don't know where to start complaining.

The male protagonist was reborn in the past and wanted to chase his wife in his previous life, but he found that his wife liked another handsome comparison, the other party was more handsome than himself, higher than himself, richer than himself, and knew how to make the little girl happy, and he was immediately depressed. Especially when I saw my wife holding hands with each other in my previous life, I actually had the idea of blessing them......

Damn, what the hell?!

Zhao Qian almost vomited blood, he fed the reader at the beginning, and he was also mixed with poisonous, how much hatred? !

There is also that pretentious writing technique, forcibly literary, it's disgusting!

At this level, you still look down on Xiao Baiwen?

It's not Zhao Qianchui, he can kill him in seconds if he writes a beginning, and the smoothest rebirth essay can be written like this, and this guy is no one. This author is probably a pseudo-literary youth who thinks he is talented and depressed, and he writes a green hat essay that kneels in reality!

Just this kind of novel, this kind of beginning, if it can be fired, the cliff is the collapse of the world line.

Zhao Qian couldn't read the book after reading a few chapters, and it took a while to slow down, which is simply an insult to the reader's IQ!

Look at the group again, all kinds of comic speeches are swiping the screen-

"The front row is watching the gods, and they are full of spirit!"

"Ding! Congratulations on discovering a wild love letter, are you going to braise it or stir it up?"

"It's the first time it's been so close, wow, ......"

"Love letter boss, I'm your fan, the city cultivates immortals and asks for speed updates!"

“……”

Zhao Qian smiled, fortunately he didn't have a cold scene, otherwise it would be a shame.

As for what he thinks about "don't hit the street again", it's none of his business.

Seeing that the refresh speed of the chat history slowed down, Zhao Qian typed: "I seem to have seen someone say that Xiao Baiwen is not good just now." He used an affirmative sentence.

Then he didn't look at what others said, and continued to type: "Actually, I don't think I have anything bad at writing Xiaobaiwen, my definition of myself is that I am a commercial novel writer, writing commercial online novels." I write what readers like to read. ”

The other authors in the group seemed to see that Zhao Qian had a lot to say, so they slowly stopped talking and left the public screen to him.

"Xiaobaiwen is not so easy to write, those who say that Xiaobaiwen is always not as deep as Lao Baiwen, don't forget, no matter how deep the connotation of Lao Baiwen is, it is also an online novel, and online novels are a big family, so there is no need to divide them so finely. It's okay for outsiders to look down on online novels, but if you don't even look down on yourself, then don't eat this mouthful. Pick up the rice bowl to eat, put down the rice bowl and scold the mother, this is not a human thing. ”

"Many people don't write Xiaobaiwen, it doesn't mean that people look down on Xiaobaiwen, on the contrary, I have discussed with many authors who write history or rebirth essays, they will also read Xiaobaiwen, but the type of reading is different, so Xiaobaiwen is not as unbearable as you think, let alone feel that it is a shame to write Xiaobaiwen. What is there to be ashamed of? With the money you make from the books you write with your own ability, who dares to say half a bad word about you?"

The group was quiet, and Zhao Qian was typing on the public screen alone.