Chapter 344: There is a Tiger in the Heart
After several days of preparation, Yangsheng Chinese Network finally opened, under the advertising of a group of first-line Internet gods, the fame of Yangsheng Chinese Network quickly started, and the number of readers is also increasing at a high speed.
Of course, this is not just the advertising of a few gods, but also the support and operation of various media and platforms.
For the Longkong Forum alone, Yangsheng Chinese Network has hung advertisements for three months in advance, scattering millions of dragon coins every day, and its popularity is at its peak.
Due to the current situation of a dominant company in the online literature industry, some second-tier writers who have never met with talents have joined Yangsheng Chinese Network.
Yangsheng Chinese Network has great hopes for the majority of online authors and readers, and at the same time, this is also the general trend of the future development of the online literature industry.
"Ah Yao, how is the situation on the website these days? Did you find any new talent? Huo Xiaotian attaches great importance to Yangsheng Chinese Network, this is the first cultural industry project he has invested in, and he does not want to fail.
"The website is running well, receiving thousands of manuscripts every day, and the editors are working overtime every day." Ah Yao said with a smile.
"Hehe, good, this is a good phenomenon, the author has a lot of manuscripts, indicating that there is confidence in our website, full of hope for our website, we must read the manuscript carefully, we must not ignore the author's manuscript because of the heavy workload, you must know that every word of the author, every story, is not out of thin air, all embody the author's hard work and hard work, we must respect the fruits of their labor." Huo Xiaotian instructed.
"Yes, Mr. Huo, don't worry, for this aspect, I also pay close attention, for these editors, I have done a unified quantitative management, each author will be implemented on each editor, the quality of the author's performance, directly determine the editor's rating and bonus, I think under the stimulation of high rewards, they have no reason not to do their best." Ah Yao said with a smile.
"Well, while respecting the author, we should also take into account the editors, these editors join us, it is also a recognition of our website, they work overtime to make up overtime pay, if the overtime is very late, to provide them with dinner and supper, can not let them work in vain, they are the cornerstone of the development of our website." Huo Xiaotian admonished.
"Okay, Mr. Huo, I will do what you ask." Ah Yao nodded.
"Oh, by the way, Ah Yao, among the great gods you invited last time, why didn't you see Xiao Huo Gongzi?" Huo Xiaotian asked suddenly.
"Little Huo Gongzi?" Ah Yao asked strangely, in his impression, it seems that there is no one named Xiao Huo Gongzi in the online literature world, right? Which green onion is Xiao Huo Gongzi?
"It's the one who wrote 'Super Download System.'" Huo Xiaotian reminded that although Xiao Huo Gongzi is not very famous in the online literature industry, his "Super Download System" still has a good reputation, although the early writing is a little white, but the explosive power in the later stage of the work is very strong, the author's ability to control the novel is okay, the most important thing is that this work is the first online novel Huo Xiaotian has ever read, and it is also one of his favorite urban novels, so he is quite impressed by the author of Xiao Huo Gongzi.
Hearing Huo Xiaotian's words, Ah Yao's heart thumped, and he said in his heart: "Could it be that I was negligent?" Ignoring the great god of Xiao Huo Gongzi? ”
However, a thought flashed, and Ah Yao felt that it was unlikely, in fact, when inviting the great god, Ah Yao did his homework, and the ones he invited were definitely first-line gods, even the super god Rain Sky and Ruffian Dish N years ago were invited, could it be that Xiao Huo Gongzi was missed?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Huo, maybe I missed it and didn't invite him." Ah Yao said apologetically with a cautious and modest attitude.
Hearing this, Huo Xiaotian sighed regretfully, but he didn't blame Ah Yao, after all, he also knew that although Xiao Huo Gongzi worked hard and persisted, he could only be regarded as a second-rate writer in the online literature circle at most, and it was completely reasonable for Ah Yao to ignore him, so he didn't blame Ah Yao.
"Hehe, it's okay, this author is not very famous, and it's normal that you don't know him, but I like to read this author's book, if I have the opportunity, I hope to pull him to our website, of course, it's also great to meet him himself." Huo Xiaotian said with a smile.
"Okay Mr. Huo, if there is any news, I will definitely pay attention to it." Ah Yao nodded in response.
"Well, okay, you go get busy, by the way, you also pay attention to your body, I see that you have lost a lot of weight during this time, usually pay more attention to your body, if you are really tired, let Ah Shuang top you for a few days, and give you a few days off to relax and relax." Huo Xiaotian smiled and patted Ah Yao's shoulder and said.
"Thank you, Mr. Huo, but it's okay, I stayed up for a few days and nights to prepare the website a few days ago, and it's much easier these days." Ah Yao said with a smile.
"Yes." Huo Xiaotian smiled and nodded.
"Mr. Huo, then I'll go first." Ah Yao got up respectfully, Huo Xiaotian nodded again, and watched Ah Yao leave the room.
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Late at night, in a dilapidated basement capsule apartment in the imperial capital, a haggard face is reflected in front of a trance computer screen.
A man in his twenties, sitting in front of a computer, looked at a line of eye-catching and somewhat dazzling text messages on the screen, and felt like crying without tears.
[Unfortunately, your work has not yet reached the signing standard, please continue to work hard, thank you for your support of a certain point of Chinese network, thank you! ] 】
Seeing that he had worked hard to create a novel of 100,000 words, but had not been recognized by the website, Huo Meng's heart was cold.
This new book is the inspiration he has worked hard for three years, and he has condensed countless painstaking efforts, and he thought that he could rely on this book to improve his grades, but he didn't expect that in the end, he couldn't even pass the signing of the contract.
"Hey...", all kinds of helplessness finally turned into a faint sigh, a self-deprecating wry smile.
It has been three years since he came to the imperial capital, and in the past three years, he has created tens of millions of words of works, with an average of 10,000 words a day, and at the peak, he has set a record of 45,000 words a day.
In order to make a living, he worked as a gunman for the studio, even if it was a job of ten yuan for a thousand words, and in a city like the imperial capital, he relied on three thousand yuan a month to survive.
Eating the cheapest instant noodles, wearing the most simple and thin clothes, drinking the worst tap water, living in a 1.5-square-meter capsule apartment every day, the sorrow of life and the great misfortune are nothing more than this.
In the past three years, he has created "The Bodyguard of the Beautiful President", once won the top three in the overall list of wireless cities, and made millions of dollars for a black-hearted website, but he only got a few thousand yuan in compensation, and then he was angry, went to the big 4G, and came from the new, but because of the severe crackdown, he had to cut off the urban ambiguous text with good results.
Later, he recognized the reality, if he wanted to become a god, if he wanted to preach, then he had to come to a certain point to prove himself, however, a certain point was also turned away, Huo Meng felt that his life had reached the lowest point, and his dream was shattered in front of him in an instant!
"Perhaps, I... It's not suitable for online articles at all! Huo Meng grabbed his chest and said bitterly.
It's a sweltering summer, but my heart is cold. (To be continued.) )