Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 352 Cutting leeks, Chang Jiu's ambition! [4k, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a full order! 】

"Everyone has worked overtime today, Mr. Wang said, this matter is done, and I will give everyone a big red envelope during the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Feisheng website editorial department.

Sun Quanfu raised his waist and shouted loudly.

Let's listen to the editors.

Mid-Autumn Festival red envelope!

Still a big one!
All the editors' eyes lit up, and they all replied loudly: "Yes!"

The entire editorial department is running at full speed.

Books for Studio Impulse,

For books written by gunmen,

All Feisheng websites will be banned, and their monthly manuscript fee will be deducted.

This is how the Feisheng website cuts the author's leeks!

A top-notch novel on Feisheng website can earn a high income of more than 20 to [-] yuan a month, and general ghostwriting books can also earn several thousand yuan a month.

In Internet jargon, this is called corpse money, and to put it nicely, this income is called sleep money income!
After all, although the studio is annoying, the author of other studios has nothing to say about their work ability.

It's good now, halfway through September, Feisheng website directly plays this hand.

After cutting the leeks, most of the income went into Wang Fugui's pocket.

He leaked three melons and two dates from between his nails and distributed them to the editorial department.

good for everyone!
Only, those studios suffered.

Who is not a hard-working person these days?

The studio has been wandering in the gray area of ​​the Internet all year round, and he has always been the only one who cuts off others. Who would have thought that it would be their turn to be cut off today?
The five-story building located in the small town area around Hangzhou is the location of the well-known Rubik's Cube studio on Feisheng website.

At this time, the studio no longer saw the sound of keyboard tapping in the past, but could hear continuous phone calls instead.

"Didn't you say that the continuation of six yuan per thousand characters is okay? Crap! Lao Tzu's books are all blocked!"

"What do you want for six yuan for a thousand characters? At that time, you were asked to choose twelve for a thousand characters, but you didn't choose."

"I don't care, refund the money! Give me the money back!"

In the editorial department, this kind of regretful dialogue is not an exception.

The head of the studio, Chang Jiu, has a thin body, a high hairline, and a shiny forehead. He is wearing a suit and has a Rolex Submariner in his left hand. Successful people?
But at this moment, he was so busy that he was sweating profusely. He really didn't expect to fly to the website!
Cut the leeks, and cut them on our heads?

[Dear author, in order to enhance the reading experience, improve the quality of works, and reduce the phenomenon of unfinished works.

From September 2018, 9, authors are expected to submit their respective editors for review and complete the final version as soon as possible for those who have signed contracts and put their works on the shelves.

If the story is not over and the update time exceeds 90 days, the story should be completed as soon as possible or the update should be resumed.

To restore and update works, you need to keep at least 4 words of updated content per month (and the content must be of high quality and quantity, and there must be no illegal operations such as impulse and waste manuscripts), and you need to report the book number to the responsible editor for record. In order to fail to meet the serialization conditions, it is necessary to complete the story and submit the responsible editor to complete the setting.

Starting from October 2018, 10, the recommendation of works that have already been put on the shelves and before the new books are put on the shelves will be compared systematically based on the ID card. All works signed under the name of an ID card (including on the shelves) have been discontinued for more than 1 days If there are more than two books, it will not be possible to set the recommendation of new books and works that are already on the shelves.

Authors, be sure to complete the setting of the end of the story and the work before October 2018, 10, and resume the normal serialization of the interrupted work. If you have any questions in the future, please contact the editor in charge. 】

Chang Jiu, with a cigarette in his mouth, cursed angrily while browsing the notices on the Feisheng website:
"Little red guy, you play so viciously, be careful to give birth to a son without an ass hole!"

Feisheng website can respond to the instructions of the Cultural and Entertainment Office in such a short time, and make announcements and rectifications, and specific measures, and suck the blood of their studio.

If they were not prepared in advance, who would believe it?

This time, they did the mental calculation without intention, and they lost a lot.

Chang Jiu frowned. He started out as a screwdriver in a factory when he stepped into this industry. After that, he spent several years on the street, earning extra money from novels.

With good luck later on, taking advantage of Qihang.com's School of Literature to enroll students, he also successfully enrolled.

It's just that other people study methodology, but he studies capital theory.

For him, how can writing novels make money as a boss?

There are a lot of writers on the Internet, but there are not many studios, and there are even fewer studios that do well.

Isn't it good for the studio boss to earn money from the website to make money as a writer?

He is indeed a little smart, and he caught up with the good times. At the beginning of Feisheng website, there was an urgent need for writers, so he turned a blind eye to the studio, and he recruited a few people to form a studio together.

Good wind relies on force, and hundreds of thousands of flowing water a month is many times better than screwing.

From frugality to extravagance,
It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Accustomed to earning hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, where did he come from and where to go?
How could he be willing? !

"Fucking street boys, what a bunch of street jumping boys."

Although Chang Jiu muttered in his mouth, his hands didn't stop. Now that Feisheng website's scythe had been cut off, he had to make plans early.

Clicking on Qihang's website, he opened his eyes to Qihang's announcement, secretly thinking, if he brought the original team to Qihang, would he be able to replicate the current glory?

"Hi everyone, this issue of the masters face to face, we have invited the author of "I have been killing demons and demons for 30 years". He has achieved nothing with both books and swords. Let us applaud and welcome."

He clicked on the video page with a dull expression. After a long while, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said with great disdain:
"Fuck, you can still mix it up so well? It's really unreasonable."

"That scrapped draft... I was just too soft-hearted."

That's right.

Chang Jiu and Dai Xuewen are students of the same period in the School of Internet Literature, and they still live in the same dormitory.

Earlier, Dai Xuewen's first urban sign-in article that was killed by Li Xiang was copied secretly by him and sold to the studio.

Why?
Why does he work so hard to drive screws, and can only earn a living by writing novels.

Can someone hug Li Xiang's thigh and have a smooth journey with ease?
He did this when his mind was extremely distorted.

but.

Originally, he was only thinking of selling Dai Xuewen's waste manuscripts to make some money. Anyway, it would be useless to eat ashes on the bookshelf, so why don't you give me some spare heat.

But unexpectedly, the scrap manuscript was passed around to the sun at the time, which led to the subsequent incidents.

Later, he set up a studio, and he didn't have any contact with the former college at the same time. He also disdained Dai Xuewen, a great apprentice. After all, he was a studio owner who started from scratch and relied on himself to conquer the world.

Now that time has passed, seeing his own building collapse, and seeing other people's tall buildings rise, he can't express the feeling in his heart.

"If you don't set sail, you won't set sail if you starve to death."

Chang Jiu looked viciously at the announcement on the Feisheng website, and exhaled a puff of smoke:
"If you are the first day of junior high school, don't blame me for being the fifteenth day."

"The Internet literature circle is so big, who can't survive without you?"

In fact, Feisheng.com also started out as a piracy, and the means of making a fortune are not glorious. Chang Jiu is an ambitious person. Wang Fugui from Feisheng.com can do it, why can't Chang Jiu from Rubik's Cube Studio?
However, the most urgent task now is to give the proud Wang Fugui a backstab, and let him vomit a few mouthfuls of blood before talking about it.

……

……

Deng Wenhu's courtyard.

There are two rocking chairs in the courtyard, and a coffee table between Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu. They are drinking tea and discussing with great interest.

Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu's plan succeeded this time, and they got together for a while to celebrate the victory.

For them, no matter how fierce Li Xiang's offensive is, even if he writes a few more classic short stories, he still has to drink the footwashing water of the two of them.

The work under the table was done beautifully. They did the opposite. They didn't choose to confront Li Xiang head-on. Instead, they used this matter to make the organizers have to express their views.

After all... Isn't it because of the places in the collection activities of the National Library that they fight to the death?
"Old Deng, this boy Wang Fugui is not easy."

Now that the plan is complete, they are also talking about some gossip.

It's just that Yao Chongguang's first sentence has some meaning.

Isn't Wang Fugui simple?
Of course he is not simple!
To a certain extent, he regards both Deng Wenhu and the Writers Association as knives in his hands.

He did this matter aboveboard, but the two of them saw it, and they couldn't say anything about him, after all, he completed the task beautifully.

Deng Wenhu can't let the horse run and not feed the horse, right?
"Yeah, I didn't expect that this kid has a lot of eyes." Deng Wenhu pouted.

Obviously, although he knew about it, he was still a little upset in his heart.

"never mind."

Deng Wenhu raised his teacup, took a sip, and said to Yao Chongguang:

"Anyway, if things come to pass, he will never be able to jump off Lao Tzu's Five Fingers Mountain."

"Oh?"

Yao Chongguang sat up straight, turned his head and asked, "How do you say that?"

Speaking of this matter, Deng Wenhu was also full of embarrassment, and he explained:

"Didn't I say before that there might be additional benefits for him?"

"Yes." Yao Chongguang nodded.

"But I only used three places."

"Ok?"

When Yao Chongguang came to his senses, he laughed loudly, pointed at Deng Wenhu and nodded: "You, you."

"You can't blame me." Deng Wenhu acted like a good boy when he got the cheap, explained the matter again, and finally said:
"I got three spots, and he agreed."

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was wide open, and You Zangfeng ran in hastily: "Master."

"what happened?"

"Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club CCTV 11, Xiqu Channel has approved your application, and the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club's proposal has been approved."

Deng Wenhu raised his brows, expressed his joy at the news, clapped his hands loudly and said, "Okay."

After calming down a bit, he got up and said to Yao Chongguang:
"Old Deng, I'll be busy first, excuse me, excuse me."

Yao Chongguang said with a half-smile, "Aren't you going to get involved in the short story activity?"

"No, no, it's enough for me to have the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair." Deng Wenhu raised his eyebrows and said:
"Besides, who doesn't know that this short story event is your place?"

"Good to say."

The two together are more than 100 years old, and their minds are more than briquettes.

Why are they vying for places in national collection activities?
The purpose is not to win over their own people and compete for the position of chairman of the Writers Association.

But the collection activity of the National Library is a special case this year. Long before this activity, they have secretly prepared their own stages, so that the young people under their hands can fully display themselves, so as to make themselves famous and consolidate their positions.

Yao Chongguang is a short story competition!

Deng Wenhu is a Mid-Autumn Poetry Club event!

These are all gestures on the bright side, everyone knows it in their hearts, and there is no need to shy away from it.

Accompanied by You Zangfeng, Yao Chongguang sat for a while and left with an excuse.

He also has his business to attend to.

Sitting in the car, Yao Chongguang called Zheng Guoqiang: "How is the matter going?"

"Brother, don't worry, all the hero posts have been sent out."

"it is good."

……

……

And at the same time.

Zhen Buping looked at the announcement of the Writers Association with an incomprehensible expression, while Wang Cheng stood aside, not daring to speak out.

Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu played a dirty trick behind his back?
without him?
The cooperation of the three is still behind his back?
Since there is such a trick, why not use it early in the morning, and wait until he is completely defeated and the general is completely lost?

Among them, why don't the two of them want to weigh their own weight?
After all, for the first cooperation, Zhen Buping said that he wanted a position as the vice chairman of the Writers Association. Can Yao Chongguang and Deng Wenhu believe it?

Don't weigh the size of the cards in his hand?
After all...he was on the table!

Don't win when there is no reason to win!

"Unexpectedly, I haven't shown any signs, but the two of them are still guarding me?"

Zhen Buping lowered his head, his eyes flashed away.

It seems that it can only be regarded as not knowing.

Pity.

If I miss this session, I will have no chance in my life.

Drip!

Drip!

Two messages in a row caught his attention.

[Deng Wenhu: It’s not fair. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, our Ancient Poetry Association held a live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting on CCTV 11. Come here and condescend to be a judge? 】

[Yao Chongguang: Sorry, you have worked hard these days. The short story competition will only start this week. If you have time, if you have time, come to me as a judge? 】

"This is after weighing my weight, knowing that I am no longer a threat to their strength, and changing to please me?"

Zhen Buping showed a playful smile.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Tapping the table lightly with his fingers, he thought for a moment, then raised his head and said to Wang Cheng who was standing aside:

"Wang Cheng, you have free time on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will take you to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair as a teacher to make your name known."

"what?"

Wang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and when he thought about it, he nodded hurriedly and said:
"Okay, good master."

Then, he turned his head and told his daughter, who was sitting idle on the sofa beside him, to say:

"Shen Shen, you will accompany Dad to participate in the short story competition in a few days."

"Should I also participate in the competition?"

Zhen pointed deeply at herself and asked enthusiastically.

Zhen Buping's face was full of black lines, his own daughter was still better than him, how could he not know her level?
He waved his hand and said: "Short story competition, the waves are high and the water is deep, don't enter the competition, just follow me to meet some old friends." Zhen Buping wanted to pave the way for Zhen Shenshen, after all, she was his daughter.

Zhen Shenshen: "The waves are high and the water deep?"

"Modern Poetry Contest!" Zhen Buping shook his head to explain, but stopped short.

(End of this chapter)