This competition, which claims to be highly anticipated and can change the current pattern of the online literature industry, has actually never been fair from the beginning.

Or in other words, these games that are very purposeful and can attract attention do not have real fairness from the beginning to the end.

But even if everyone knows it's unfair, there are still many people who participate with dreams.

Dreams, a word that has been passed on in real life, has long since become a derogatory term. It has also become a ubiquitous excuse.

Yang Fan's chapter of the story made many people feel depressed, and it also caused many people to think.

In fact, Yang Fan's book can no longer be regarded as an online novel under the backdrop of these chapters describing the writer who hit the street, and of course, his book cannot be regarded as a traditional novel.

If you insist on imposing an adjective, his book is more like a child's graffiti with dreams and fear of the unknown future, so that those onlookers feel naïve and naïve, but they do not have the slightest disgust, but also feel a little like.

Yang Fan's "Dafu is a Dog" basically ended with the death of Dafu in this chapter.

At this time, there were still three hours before the end of the game, and when Yang Fan's hand left the keyboard, a strong voice appeared in his heart. That voice was urging him to go to readers for recommendation tickets and monthly passes, to beg those readers to reward their books, and to try to get them to help him win the championship.

However, Yang Fan suppressed the voice in his heart hard. He just changed his clothes, slowly walked out of the hotel that he hadn't left for a few days, and started running at night.

In the last three hours of the competition, the writers of the Big Three and the website PR team almost pulled out all the stops.

In particular, Lewen Chinese Network, under the reward of the local tycoon team of big warlords and others, once surpassed the beginning network that has always ranked first.

This move also silenced many readers and onlookers, because they found it for the first time in this online text world that the outside world called full of dreams. Money is getting bigger and bigger.

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you ask our courtesan Miss Xia Zhen to encourage her proud local tyrants and readers to give rewards!" Lanyue said angrily to the fat man who felt helpless because of the ranking being overtaken.

"Oh, I'll go. After listening to Lanyue's words, the fat man suddenly walked out of the door, he changed the image of submissiveness in the room, proudly walked to the door of Xia Zhen's room, knocked on the door and shouted Xia Zhen.

In his loud shouting, the door finally opened, and what greeted him was Xia Zhen's pale face that was slightly tired because of staying up late.

"What's wrong?" Xia Zhen asked in a low voice as he looked at the swaggering fat man with his head down.

"The competition is over in less than three hours, so hurry up and let your readers tip and vote!" said the fat man, looking at Xia Zhen with contempt.

"I... I refuse..."Perhaps it was the contempt in the fat man's eyes, Xia Zhen mustered up the courage to refuse for the first time.

"You... Refuse?"

"Hmm... This game... They've done enough for me, and since the beginning of the competition, I've been relying on my readers' tips for almost all of my monthly ticket tips, so I thought... In the end, let them stop wasting money and make the list for us..."

"Wow, it's the first time I've noticed you're so kind. The fat man looked at the determined summer and said with a sneer:

"But, don't forget, what Lanyue asked you to participate in the competition in the first place, and not for the sake of the local tyrants and readers behind you who like you because of your appearance. You have to understand that you are now going downhill and not many people like your outdated novel routines. You should be clear about your value or give full play to your own value, so that you can have a place in the country's No. 1 online website. ”

"Why, don't you encourage your tyrants and readers to give rewards!" Xia Zhen listened to the hurtful truth in the fat man's mouth, and she bit her lip and shouted powerlessly.

"Because, we, the talented writers, come up with stories every day. I don't have time to manage reader relationships. A sudden indifferent voice suddenly said, speaking precisely because he was worried that the fat man would not be able to convince the summer to really catch the moon.

"Hehe, it's actually because of you young writers who think you are geniuses and can go far in the online literature world. The reason why you don't care about readers at all is that no one rewards your books except for recommendation votes and those young and easily demagogic readers. Looking at Lan Yue, who was condescendingly saying this, Xia Zhen finally couldn't help but burst out.

However, her outburst did not make Lanyue's heart ripple at all, except for making the fat man feel angry.

"You're right, it's true, I never put the reader first, because the reader is just a tool for me to make money. What I'm asking for is the number of readers, not reader loyalty. Because in this online world, traffic is king!"

"Traffic is king? Then your book has a lot of traffic as I am a fan of readers? What a naïve theory!"

"It's true that he has more readers than I do, but he still lost this game. Lan Yue didn't run away from this question, he looked at Xia Zhen seemingly calmly and said, but he heard the words I am Fan Fan, and the inadvertent beating of his left eyebrow meant that he was still a little uncalm in his heart.

"He lost? The game is not over yet, and who knows the winner until the last minute of the game?" said Natsu unconvinced.

"A book that was forced to end under our pressure, even if there was a miracle, he would not be able to win this game! What's more, the public relations team of our websites has been staring at his book! A writer with no background and many betrayals, what can he do to fight with us writers of big websites? Wake up! Don't be brainwashed by his chicken soup for the soul!"

Hearing Xia Zhen's positive language like I am Fan Fan, Lan Yue suddenly couldn't control his emotions and yelled, his unfeigned anger made Xia really scared.

Because at this time, she remembered that the writer in front of her was recognized as the best newcomer and novice in the Huaxia online literature industry, and he was also the writer who was supported and cultivated by the website to the greatest extent!

After a while, Lanyue, who calmed down, looked at the shivering summer and was really a little tired and said:

"Forget it, let's not talk about that, you hurry up and ask your readers to tip, and don't forget the agreement you signed in the competition. Don't worry, as long as you let your readers do their best to tip, whether this game is the champion of the competition, I will find the company to give you a ten-year contract. ”

After saying all this, Lan Yue waved weakly to the fat man and walked back to the room, leaving Xia Zhen alone to carefully weigh the pros and cons of Lan Yue's words.

Soon, Xia Zhen made a decision, she walked back to the room slowly, hesitated for a moment to open QQ, and said a sentence to her local tyrant and reader's QQ group:

"If this game starts with the Nets becoming the champion and the first on the reward list, you can make an overly high request!"

After this sentence, her readers and local tyrants boiled.

Looking at those promises, Xia Zhen took out her mobile phone expressionlessly, looked at herself and her boyfriend who was self-motivated but poor on the phone screen, and she said softly:

"I'm sorry, please forgive me for betraying our promises. Because, if I had to make a choice between the career I love and you, I would choose the career. Don't blame me, blame this online text world. After all, in this online literature world, writers who don't fit in and have no background will only be eliminated and defeated like I am Fanfan. ”