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Chapter 423 PK Between Online Literature and Traditional Literature
The closure of Liu Daxin's account is naturally Fang Jing's masterpiece, this kind of troll cannot be used to it, and scolding is useless, the more you scold him, the happier he is, and the harder you scold him, the more comfortable he will be.

Instead of a long and meaningless war of words, Fang Jing went straight to the point and asked the customer service to report it to him. He is a celebrity and has several foundations under him. He donates a lot of money every year, and he has always had a good reputation. some.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Ning brought the food to the table, seeing Fang Jing smirking at the phone.

"It's okay, I met a fool!"

Putting down the phone, Fang Jing didn't care about Liu Daxin anymore. This kind of person is just a small episode in life, and they are destined to never have any intersection in this life.

"Fang Jing, come out for me, actor, clown, big liar, fuck me!"

After re-registering an account, Liu Daxin went to Fang Jing's Weibo to leave a message, cursing, and one article after another of Hei Fangjing's articles came out from under his golden keyboard.

"Look at what you wrote about The Swordsman. How dare you call yourself a writer, how shameless? I suspect that your novel contains gangster plots and disrespects Buddhism."

Screenshot Linghu Chong gathers evil men from all over the world in Wubagang, and discusses going to Shaolin to rescue Ren Yingying. The description, Liu Daxin goes online.

This kind of plot is obviously a very small thing, but in his writing, Fang Jing almost didn't subvert the earth in his bones, and it's not too much to go down to the [-]th hell.

"Lin Pingzhi, Yue Buqun, Dongfang Bubai wrote his own book in order to practice the evil sword. You dare to write this kind of plot with three wrong views. What should you do if you teach bad children?"

"I limit you to donate the ill-gotten gains such as the manuscript fee of Swordsman within three months, and take back all the physical books that have been published."

You're such a genius: "Damn, I've seen it, the internet trolls are so terrifying, they're all worthy of trolling."

Three thousand feet of white hair: "The child is ignorant and offended everyone. I'm sorry. I should have thrown it against the wall if I knew it earlier."

You Fang said: "I'm sorry everyone, the door of the pigsty was clearly closed when I went out today."

Dabai: "Whose mad dog has escaped?"

Three thousand feet of white hair: "Upstairs, didn't you scold me too?"

While eating, Fang Jing didn't know anything about the Internet, let Liu Daxin Aite him a thousand times, until at night, when Yang Ning went to take a shower, he had the time to look at his phone.

I wanted to search for movies with the beginning of FBI, and learn some life philosophy knowledge, but I didn’t expect that when I turned on the phone, there were more than a dozen messages, some were from the studio, and some were from Wu Jiajia.

The content is quite different, they all said that someone hacked him on the Internet and asked if he wanted public relations.

After logging into Weibo and understanding the ins and outs, Fang Jing sent a message to several people, "No need, let him jump around by himself."

The studio's public relations were nothing more than issuing a warning that it was purely a false accusation and had already been handed over to a lawyer. This fell into Liu Daxin's hands.

The other party is eager to go to court. Even if they lose this kind of verbal battle, they won't lose much money. Instead, they will gain popularity and attention.

Continue watching the movie, Fang Jing didn't reply Liu Daxin's plan, so he won't be fooled.

……

An hour later, Fang Jing's heart was clear, he had no desires or desires, like a holy Buddha, Yang Ning fell asleep gently, and he tiptoed to the living room to turn on his laptop.

There is no rest, Liu Daxin is still in the dark, several hours without stopping, the endurance is not so long, this kind of ability is generally the opposite of that aspect, Fang Jing is not angry, as a man, he only has sympathy.

"Fuck!"

I didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but I didn't expect that after a few hours, it would be frequently searched, and the media was also idle. They kept pushing for traffic, and now more and more people are paying attention to this matter.

Perhaps only one or two out of a thousand people agree with Liu Daxin's point of view, but the Internet has developed to today's hundreds of millions of Internet users, and Fang Jing's Weibo is almost slaughtered by Hei Zi.

"Internet novels are cancerous. They have no educational significance at all. They are only a few million words. What can you remember after reading them?"

"It is recommended that the relevant departments block the reading site, so as not to let them continue to poison our next generation."

The more Liu Daxin talked, the more hilarious he became, and even Brother Xiao Ma got into trouble while talking, and many people who eat melons sweated for him.

After finding Liu Da's new materials, Fang Jing really wondered how this kind of wonderful writers' association was absorbed into it, and what kind of amazing works this divine man wrote.

Four works, several modern poems, this is the information Fang Jing found.

He read the content, and it was very touching. All kinds of low-level tastes and mentally retarded plots are not as good as some romance novels written by high school students.

This kind of person is actually still a member of the Writers' Association, Fang Jing felt sorry for the Writers' Association, it really accepts all kinds of ghosts and snakes.

"No explanation, let's take a look at writer Liu's masterpieces." Fang Jing put Liu Daxin's books and poems on Weibo, and put them at the top.

"Nimma, I laughed so hard, this is the level of a writer, a bloody plot."

You Fang said in an old way: "No-brainer blindness, a primary school student-style title, makes me want to vomit, what is in the author's mind to write such a thing that no one will read?"

"These days, some people think that they can win the Nobel Prize by just writing a few words, and they mock them everywhere, how shameless they are?"

Kun? : "Hahaha, the upstairs is really capable of complaining. He said what I wanted to say. This person is really disgusting. I don't know why the Writers Association wants him."

Blame my breasts for being too small: "You can see the whole leopard at a glance, and you can imagine what the Writers Association is like."

Blame me for pushing too little: my wife was right. "

Chi Yu: "To be honest, the little pornography I wrote is more vivid than this guy's."

Guyuan: "Not as good as my boyfriend's writing. He writes online articles, more than 600 a month."

More and more people joined the battlefield. Liu Daxin had offended many celebrities before, and fans of those celebrities came to watch the fun, and the Weibo server was almost overwhelmed.

Each person made cynicism, Liu Daxin's new account was flooded, the eighteen generations of ancestors were greeted again, and the messages were like bullet screens, without stopping at all.

Yanjing, under the night, Liu Daxin's face turned red, he almost smashed the keyboard when he saw the scolding, and angrily knocked on the keyboard: "No matter how you say it, it can't be changed. Written by people of culture."

"Thousands of millions of words are all YY, imagining some unrealistic things, it's disgusting to watch, the authors are all assembly line workers, porters, elementary school students, junior high school students... But whoever writes these if they are educated?"

Seeing this news, Fang Jing smiled, and then Aite called several Internet gurus, "Jiangnan, Lao Hu, Lao Qiu, Uncle Yun, some people say that you are uneducated."

Little Red Riding Hood of Grandma Wolf's house, "Does anyone know who these people are? Please help!"

Yue Buqun: "Big brother 666, this is a slap in the face."

Dongfang Bubai: "I know, Jiangnan is a Ph.D. from the University of Washington. Lao Hu should be a wild fox under a tree, and graduated from Yenching University."

"Lao Qiu is Misty Rain Jiangnan, graduated from Shanghai University, and Uncle Yun writes historical texts. In real life, he is a traditional writer who has been writing for 20 years."

(End of this chapter)