So red that everything is black

Chapter 1 Transparency ([-])

In the splendid studio hall, the "Thirteen Kings" award ceremony jointly organized by four online literary platforms is underway.

As the only female writer, Guifu makes her final appearance.

The host smiled and asked: "Teacher Guifu has won numerous awards in the past two years. What are your special thoughts this time?"

Guifu, wearing a black long-sleeved evening dress, elegantly received the trophy and replied: "Thank you for the website's recommendation and netizens' votes. I am honored to win the award in the first joint competition organized by the four major websites. In the Internet Age It provides an unprecedented broad stage for the development of new literature, and I hope Guifu's garden will always bloom for readers."

The host asked: "Is there any good news you want to share with you recently?"

Guifu could hear the host's implication, "There are two works in preparation recently, so stay tuned!"

At the end of the award ceremony, the thirteen award-winning online writers took the stage for a group photo.

Gui Fu, who received the highest vote, was placed in the center, and the other writers were ranked according to their seniority.

The photographer raised his arms and shouted: "Teachers, please look here!"

Thirteen top Internet writers smiled and greeted.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

After the group photo, reporters swarmed onto the podium.

The male writers on the left and right scurried away like the plague, for fear of getting into big trouble.

The reporters all raised their microphones and pointed at Guifu: "Teacher Guifu, there are rumors in the industry that you have signed two websites and have two things. Is this true?"

"Is it true that Teacher Pei Yuan proposed to you?"

"Didn't I say that you and Meng Lei's Mr. Wei are together?"

"Are you with Pei Yuan or Wei Qingkuan? Is it true that men also have two boats?"

Guifu was silenced by a series of venomous questions.

Reporters held up microphones and crowded around, continuing to ask questions like a barrage: "I heard that you use high-level officials to suppress other female authors?"

"Can I ask if it was you who planned the writer Electric Eye Black Cat's exploding account and his withdrawal from the industry?"

“Do you think online writers will eventually replace traditional writers?”

“Is your newly released Two-Way Oppression criticizing the institution of marriage?”

Guifu stepped back subconsciously. Her high heels accidentally stepped on her skirt and she fell to the ground in public.

The etiquette ladies wanted to step forward to help, but they could not squeeze out the strong reporters.

The media from all walks of life have surrounded Gui Fu on three floors inside and three outside, and they can't wait to put the microphone into Gui Fu's mouth.

"Are you using your fans to frame your competitors?"

"Did you dump your ex-boyfriend because you disliked being poor and loving being rich?"

"I heard that Wei Qingkuan wants to set up a separate studio for you. Is it true?"

"Please answer!"

Guifu helplessly looked at the ferocious faces and the dazzling flashlights, and replied angrily: "It's all rumors! I don't have two boats! I only signed the Wenyuange family. As for Wenyuange and which The cooperation with this company has nothing to do with me! And I am not with any of them, Pei Yuan or Wei Qingkuan!"

As soon as this was said, the fans present were unhappy.

A bottle of mineral water was thrown heavily onto the stage, almost hitting Guifu in the face.

Fans stretched out their arms and roared: "Why do you reject my brother? Are you really treating yourself like a green onion?"

The reporter's camera looked for the person who was a big fan of the best-selling author Pei Yuan.

Since other big fans have said so, it has also confirmed the rumors.

Fans continued to complain: "I feel so sorry for our brother! Humph!"

"Bitch is hypocritical!"

"Don't even look in the mirror to see what you look like!"

Excited fans threw more debris towards the podium.

In the chaos, Guifu's bun was broken up.

A few strands of long hair were hanging down, looking a little embarrassed.

Guifu smoothed his long hair and defended: "Pei Yuan and I are just ordinary friends! The pajamas incident just happened to be a sponsor. Why do you think Pei Yuan and I are together?"

A reporter from Meng Lei Culture said angrily: "While you are hanging on Mr. Pei, you are also hanging on our Mr. Wei. Did you get your No.1 vote by a man? You really feel unworthy for our Mr. Wei!" "

"I'm not hanging on to Wei Qingkuan! I have nothing to do with him! Why do you only care about the works of male writers, but only the scandals of female writers?"

"Hey, are you inciting antagonism between men and women?" the reporter choked back.

Any more words would be wrong.

Just as Guifu wanted to get up and leave this place of right and wrong, she found that her high heels had caught the skirt of her dress, creating a cut.

There were still curses in the audience.

Guifu's chest was filled with a sigh of relief. In anger, she tore off the hem of her skirt, pushed the reporter away and ran backstage.

The reporter still did not give up and followed closely with the microphone in hand.

Guifu ran as fast as he could for his life. In his panic, he didn't see his feet clearly, and he missed the mark and fell to the podium.

In the process of falling into the abyss, scenes from the past flooded into my mind.
*
The summer of two years ago.

Gui Fu’s real name is Wen Xinlan, and she lives in an old community in Wencheng.

In front of the computer desk in the study room, her boyfriend Tong Lu blocked the screen: "Stop writing! No matter how much you write, no one will read it!"

"Money can't buy it, I'm happy!" Wen Xinlan pushed her boyfriend away and focused on typing on the keyboard.

Tong Lu adjusted the collar of his suit and asked, "I will be on a business trip for more than two months. Why don't you give me a hug?"

Only then did Wen Xinlan react, hugged her boyfriend and said, "Oh, hubby, you're leaving again? Come back early this time! I don't want to be separated from you for so long!"

"I don't want to be separated from you either. If it weren't for making more money for our family, who would want to work in an investment bank? I'm running around here and there every day with nowhere to go, and I can't even have a hot meal at home."

"My husband has worked hard!"

Just as Wen Xinlan was about to get up and send her boyfriend out, there was lightning and thunder in the distance.

"It's going to rain, take an umbrella and go!"

Tong Lu took the umbrella, touched the top of Wen Xinlan's hair, and warned: "Go out for a run if you have nothing to do, and exercise. Don't stay at home typing! I haven't seen you make any money after writing for so many years. It's just a waste of time." !”

"He's nagging again! Let's go, stinky husband! Don't miss your flight!"

Tong Lu dragged his luggage for two steps, then turned around and said, "Drink less Coke! My toothache makes me cry again!"

"Got it! Have a nice trip, hubby!"

After Wen Xinlan watched her boyfriend leave, she returned home angrily.

It was a dark afternoon, and the room was stuffy and hot.

Wen Xinlan dug out a bottle of Coke from the depths of the closet, opened the cap and drank it in one gulp.

The refreshing foam jumps in the mouth, awakening the whole body with pleasure.

Wen Xinlan sat back at the table, looking at the manuscript and lost in thought.

She has been writing online articles for ten years.

During the ten years, she published more than ten works under different pen names on different websites, with a total of more than 700 million words. Unfortunately, she failed to sign a contract for one of her works, and she did not receive a penny of remuneration.

Wen Xinlan cannot even be called a writer.

Only authors who have a certain influence in society and are paid are considered writers.

Nowadays, she can be regarded as an online writing enthusiast at best.

Wen Xinlan felt from the bottom of her heart that she was not the worst writer.

But for some reason, every work she created did not meet the standards for signing on the website.

Not being able to sign a contract means no income.

Even if the fingerprints have been smoothed by the keyboard, they still cannot win the slightest mercy from God.

But Wen Xinlan never gave up.

She believes that one day, she will get the results she wants.

"Ring, ring, ring!" A rapid ringtone rang from the cell phone.

Wen Xinlan answered the phone, and the voice of company boss Qi Jianmin sounded on the other end: "Xiao Wen, Mr. Li has a contract that needs to be sealed. Come to the company quickly!"

"Okay, I'll go right now."

It is annoying to have a pleasant weekend interrupted.

Wen Xinlan's job is as a human resources specialist for a technology company, and she is also responsible for the company's official seal management. Whenever the company has a contract that needs to be stamped, she needs to return to the company to work overtime at any time.

Fortunately, this personnel job is relatively stable and there is no performance appraisal, so it is relatively easy.

As a result, Wen Xinlan can focus more on writing and stay up late coding after get off work.

The thunder outside the window is getting closer.

Wen Xinlan casually picked up an umbrella, changed her bag and shoes and went out.

The weather in June changes at a moment’s notice, with strong winds and humidity blowing against our faces.

As soon as I ran out of the community, I happened to see a taxi parked at the gate.

When she thought that her income was meager and her boyfriend was mainly responsible for the mortgage, Wen Xinlan decided to take the bus to save her family a few dollars.

After waiting at the bus stop for a while, it started to rain heavily.

Taxis turn on their double flashers and sound their horns to attract customers.

Wen Xinlan remained unmoved and continued to wait for the bus to arrive.

Ten minutes later, the taxi driver caught a glimpse of the bus lights and stepped on the accelerator angrily.

"Crash!"

The speeding wheels splashed stains all over Wen Xinlan.

It was too late to go home and change clothes, so Wen Xinlan had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on the bus.There were many people in the car, so she barely found an armrest to hold on to, took out a tissue from her bag, and wiped the dirt on her skirt.

In my 28 years of life, every day seemed to be peaceful.

The rare ripples are caused by an unscrupulous taxi...

The bus drove for a long time. When it stopped, the heavy rain turned into a heavy rain, and the vision was blurred.

Wen Xinlan returned to the company holding a bent umbrella and walked out of the elevator wet.

"Mr. Qi, I'm here!"

Qi Jianmin waved his hand: "Xiao Wen! Come on, come on, Mr. Li has a contract that needs to be stamped. I'm in a hurry to use it!"

"Okay, I'll cover it right now."

Wen Xinlan took out the key and took out the official seal from the two-layer encryption lock cabinet.

The red seal settled in the center.

When Wen Xinlan handed the contract back, she vaguely felt that Mr. Li's face looked a little ugly.

Maybe my skirt is dirty today, which will embarrass the company!
Wen Xinlan said softly: "Mr. Qi, is there anything else?"

Qi Jianmin said: "It's okay, you can go back! Thank you for running away!"

"It's okay, it should be."

After leaving the office building, Wen Xinlan still chose to take the bus home.

However, due to the heavy wind and rain, the bus of this trip was scratched, and it took more than half an hour for the next bus to arrive.

Under the strong wind and rain, Wen Xinlan was soaked from head to toe, so she folded her umbrella and got into the car in embarrassment.

Several grumpy adults pointed at the bus driver’s nose and cursed, complaining that he had to wait so long to come, who would pay the medical bills if he had a cold, and kept asking to call to complain.

The bus driver is very aggrieved. Once the complaint is verified, this month's performance bonus may be forfeited.

In desperation, the bus driver had no choice but to step on the accelerator and increase the power to the maximum speed limit.

As the speed of the car increased significantly, Wen Xinlan quickly grasped the handrail.

After running for two kilometers, the bus arrived at a traffic light intersection.

Seeing the countdown of the green light, which was about to turn to yellow, the bus driver stepped on the accelerator and prepared to rush past the yellow light.

Unexpectedly, a small truck suddenly started on the left front and accelerated out before the red light in that direction turned green.

The vehicles behind also mistakenly thought that the light had turned green and rushed out one after another.

The road was slippery on a rainy day and the line of sight was not clear. When the bus driver who ran the yellow light saw the minivan rushing towards him, the brakes did not help. The two vehicles directly collided at a [-]-degree angle!
"Boom!"

The sound of a car crash was accompanied by thunder.

The cars and buses following the minivan also hit each other one after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Two buses and a small truck collided in a series, and four or five cars that could not get out of the way were smashed into pieces.

"what!"

"Help!"

Passengers on the bus fell down...

The children were so frightened that they cried loudly...

The police car started to sound its siren in the distance...

*
When Wen Xinlan opened her eyes, she found that she was already lying in the hospital ward.

The corridor outside was filled with the moans of patients and the noise of their families.

The scene before the car accident was recalled in his mind.

The violent impact caused Wen Xinlan to fall to the ground along with other passengers. She staggered and hit something and fainted on the spot.

Ever since she was a child, Wen Xinlan had never experienced such a thrilling accident, and the more she thought about it, the more scared she became.

There are only two beds and a simple temporary bed in the ward.

In the next bed was a young woman in her twenties, playing with her mobile phone with her back turned.

There was a teenage girl sitting on the temporary bed, who looked like a student.

Wen Xinlan calmed down.

She didn't dare call her parents for fear that the elderly in her hometown would be worried.

At the same time, I couldn't call my boyfriend.

Tong Lu just went on a business trip today and said that he had a very important project to inspect and would not be back for two months.

Wen Xinlan could only call her best friend Zhen Nuan.

"Nuan Nuan, I had a car accident. Can you come to the hospital and bring me my laptop and charging cable? And bring some toiletries by the way?"

"What? Were you in a car accident? Are you seriously injured? Which hospital?"

"At Wencheng Orthopedic Hospital." Wen Xinlan looked at the hospital bed information on the counter and tried to stretch and bend her legs. "It seems that her forehead is broken and her right leg is a little painful."

"Wait for me, I'll be there right away!"

"Nuan Nuan, don't forget to take my laptop, I haven't updated it yet today!"

Zhen Nuan scolded: "Since when have you been writing online articles? You should really be given a dedication award!"

The front hand just hung up the phone, and the nurse on the back hand brought hot water and pills.

The two patients in the ward took the medicine one after another.

Wen Xinlan took the pills and asked: "Nurse, I just woke up and felt a little dizzy. May I ask where I was injured?"

The nurse replied: "It's hard to say yet. The doctor suspects that you may have a small fracture in your leg. But there are too many patients coming to the hospital at once, and the CT and MRI machines are not enough. They will be used for the critically ill patients for the time being. Your ward has to arrange them." The test can’t be done until tomorrow, and we will notify you of the results when they come out.”

"Thank you."

An hour later, Zhen Nuan walked into the ward carrying large and small bags, "Wenwen, how are you?"

Wenwen is Wen Xinlan’s nickname.

Zhen Nuan and Wen Xinlan were born in Lingcheng and grew up playing together.

After graduation, the two stayed in Wencheng, the provincial capital, to work together.

"It shouldn't be anything big. There are still a few tests that can be done tomorrow." Wen Xinlan took the luggage, "Nuan Nuan, thank you!"

"Why did everything go well and get into a car accident? And it was so serious? There were all injured people on the way here. I was scared to death!"

"I don't know, maybe the road is slippery in the rain and the brakes failed!"

"Does uncle and aunt know?"

"I didn't dare tell them."

Zhen Nuan looked around and asked, "Where is Tong Lu? Such a big thing happened, why didn't Tong Lu come?"

"I didn't tell him... Tong Lu was on a business trip today, and I didn't want to disturb his work."

"Is work or family more important? Wenwen, haven't you already decided to get engaged this year? How can you be a fiancé like him?"

"I didn't tell him, I don't blame Tong Lu. Nuannuan, I found that you are a little hostile to Tong Lu."

Zhen Nuan grabbed Wen Xinlan's hand and whispered: "As a good friend, I shouldn't say bad things about him. But I always feel that Tong Lu is unreliable and has some machismo."

"Nuan Nuan, Tong Lu is really doing well. Almost all of the family's mortgage is borne by Tong Lu alone. He has never disliked my low income and has been working hard for our family."

"But isn't all the dowry money given to you by your uncle and aunt still in Tong Lu's hands? If one day he runs away, wouldn't you lose both your life and wealth?"

"I gave him the dowry on my own initiative, and he didn't steal it! Besides, I don't know how to manage money. Tong Lu is better at investing!"

"Yes, can someone from an investment bank invest? But he is running around outside every day, and there are so many temptations. What if he changes his mind?"

"Tong Lu won't. We had a campus romance. We have been together for seven years, and our relationship has always been very stable."

"It's been seven years and you haven't gotten married yet. Is there no problem at all?"

Wen Xinlan was silent for a while, then said: "Tong Lu's parents are relatively poor, and it's all Tong Lu's hard work. He said that when he saves enough money, he will organize a decent wedding for me."

"If a man is reliable, a pig can climb a tree!" Zhen Nuan tucked Wen Xinlan's quilt and sat next to her, "Let me accompany you tonight!"

"No, I'm not seriously injured, I don't need to accompany you, and you have to go to work tomorrow!"

"I just asked for leave from the team leader. Since uncle, aunt and Tong Lu are not here, I will accompany you for a checkup tomorrow."

Wen Xinlan was quite moved and pulled Zhen Nuan to act coquettishly, "Thank you! I knew our Nuan Nuan was the best!"

"Thank you! Who among us is following whom? You write the article first! I'll watch the short video for a while."

After a while, Wen Xinlan got tired from typing, so she stretched out her arms.

Zhen Nuan held up her mobile phone and said in surprise: "Wenwen, big news! There is a female star who evaded 10 billion in taxes!"

"One billion?" Wen Xinlan counted with her fingers, "My monthly salary is five thousand, and it will take more than 10 years to earn one billion! That is, since the primitive people in the Neolithic Age started working, they would not eat or drink until they died. You can earn 10 billion today!"

"Neolithic?"

"Nuan Nuan, your income is higher than mine. A salary of [-] yuan a month, plus year-end bonus and benefits, etc., it is probably almost the same since the matriarchal commune period."

"Haha! The 1 yuan I earned in exchange for working from [-] to [-] is actually no better than your [-] yuan. At least you can get a side job. I really have no energy at all after work. Go home Just want to sleep."

"How can I have a side job? Not to mention that I have no contract and no income now. Even if I sign a contract for the next book, at most I will get a perfect attendance award, which is a total of 10 a month. It will take more than 5 years to earn [-] billion!"

"I remember that the perfect attendance award was lower in the past few years, right? I used to have a favorite writer who said it only cost three to four hundred a month."

"Yeah, that would start from the Paleolithic Age 20 years ago! I'm afraid apes haven't evolved into humans yet, right? Haha!"

"Wenwen, don't be discouraged. Maybe one day you will suddenly become famous and your annual salary will be millions or tens of millions!"

Wen Xinlan stretched out her fingers and shushed: "Shh! Don't let people hear it, otherwise they will think that I was in a car accident and my brain was damaged!"

At this time, a woman who looked like a reporter walked into the ward with a microphone, followed by a cameraman.

　Solemn statement: The entire plot of this article is purely fictitious.In order to avoid unnecessary associations and speculations, some industry-related figures have been replaced by names that have appeared in other works.I hope that young friends will not be afraid of writing because of the conspiracy and calculation in this article, nor will they give up their studies and work because of the heroine’s fame and fortune.In fact, the author knows nothing about the Internet literary circle and the life of professional writers. Everything is just my fantasy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)