So red that everything is black

Chapter 2 Transparency ([-])

The female reporter said: "Hello, I am a reporter from Chengguo Qingti.com. Can I interview you about this car accident?"

The young woman in the bed next to her turned over and pulled the quilt to cover half of her face, as if she didn't want to be interviewed.

The little sister also turned away, as if she didn't want to cause trouble.

After all, those who write news are considered half of their colleagues. Wen Xinlan couldn't bear to be embarrassed by the other party, so she responded: "What do you want to ask?"

The reporter and the cameraman quickly walked to the hospital bed and asked, "How did the car accident happen? Where were you at that time?"

"I was taking the K88 bus home from work. When I passed an intersection, a small truck suddenly hit our car. I fell down together with other passengers. Then I heard continuous crashes, like a series of car accidents. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I was pulled here by ambulance later.”

The camera guy saw that Wen Xinlan's laptop was still on, so he took a close-up of the laptop.

Out of professional habit, Wen Xinlan subconsciously blocked the screen.

The female reporter asked curiously: "You are injured and still busy at work?"

"It's not work." Wen Xinlan blurted out.

Zhen Nuan smoothed things over and said, "My friend is an online novel writer, and he is currently writing!"

"I wonder what your name is? What works have you written?"

Wen Xinlan was a little embarrassed.

As an unsigned [-]th-tier writer, he doesn’t even have a famous work.

Zhen Nuan whispered: "Wenwen, why are you shy? Say it so everyone can know you."

Facing the camera, Wen Xinlan felt a little bit stuck, so she had to reply: "My name is Guifu. Although I have written more than a dozen books, I am not very famous. I am currently serializing "Fall" in Wenyuan Pavilion."

"More than a dozen books? That must be a great author, but I don't seem to have heard of your name very often?"

"Yes, I have no reputation and no readers."

The reporter asked again: "Since you have written more than a dozen books, you should have made a lot of money, right?"

When money was mentioned, Wen Xinlan's face turned dark and she did not want to be interviewed again.

Zhen Nuan smoothed things over: "Although my friend didn't earn a penny, she loves writing and has always insisted on generating electricity for love."

After hearing this, the cameraman's face was full of disdain, he turned off the camera and said disdainfully: "I have written more than a dozen novels and still haven't earned a penny? Who believes it? What a bragging! I don't draft drafts! Young girls nowadays are so arrogant. There is no truth in it!"

As soon as she heard the other party's question, Wen Xinlan became angry.

What she hates most in her life is being wronged.

Wen Xinlan took out her mobile phone and opened the backend of major writing website apps to the reporter.

"Look, this is "Clan Power", "King Power", and "Divine Power" from the same website as "Fall". This is "Dump Your Yandere Boyfriend" that I posted on Liangmeng.com. This is "Dump Your Yandere Boyfriend" posted on Menglei.com. "Harmony with Light" and "Barb". This is "Ten Years of Enemies", "Nightmare" and "Fugitive Bride" published by Wanfeng.com. This is "Sealing the Heart and Locking Love" published by Shuishenghua.com. This is your Orange "Reverse Scale" published by Guoqingti.com. I'm not famous, you can say I'm not good at writing, but you can't accuse me wrongly!!!"

Once it was shown, the female reporter and the camera guy were stunned.

"It's actually true!" The camera guy recognized the backend interface of his website and was surprised and ashamed.

The reporter asked again: "How many words have you published in your dozen or so novels?"

"More than 700 million." Wen Xinlan replied truthfully, "Okay, I've shown you the backstage, please go back, I want to rest."

"Wait a minute, Teacher Gui, I apologize for the inappropriate words my colleague just said. Forgive us for our limited knowledge, I didn't expect you to write 700 million yuan without making any money and still work hard to pursue your dream. But shouldn't online novels be very profitable? Are there many other writers like you? Or are you just an exception?"

"I am not an exception. Please don't trample on other people's love and dreams." After Wen Xinlan finished speaking, she added, "Also, my surname is not Gui, my name is Wen Xinlan. Although the pseudonyms on the above-mentioned websites are They are not the same, but they all use the real-name system. If you don’t believe me, you can check them one by one.”

The camera guy glanced at the reporter.

The reporter asked: "Teacher Wen, I wonder if you can do a special interview with us after you recover? We would like to know about the living conditions of online writers."

"No need, I just want to rest now. I have to do a check-up tomorrow morning."

Zhen Nuan saw the situation and sent reporters out with a smile.

In the corridor, Zhen Nuan tried to explain: "Don't mind! My friend just had a serious car accident, and his mood was indeed greatly affected."

"We understand that we are the ones who should say sorry. We were the ones who were abrupt just now."

"Can you please add me as a friend? I will try to persuade my friend later."

"Of course!" The female reporter took out her mobile phone and scanned the code to add each other, "Ms. Zhen Nuan, right? If Teacher Wen changes her mind in the future, please feel free to contact us at any time."

"Thank you, Reporter Song."

When Zhen Nuan returned to the ward, the young woman in the bed next to her turned over.

Wen Xinlan shouted anxiously: "Smelly Nuannuan! Why did you tell others about my writing online articles? Are you afraid that I am not embarrassed enough?"

"Wenwen, this is the Internet age. You don't know anything about operations. If you keep writing like this, you won't make any money even if you write tens of millions of words."

"Yes, you are a programmer, standing at the forefront of the information age. But why don't you write articles yourself? Since you were a child, you have read dozens of times more books than me. If you can show off your network operation skills, , wouldn’t it be possible to make a fortune in the online literary world?”

"I just like to read novels, but I don't know how to write them. And thinking about it and writing it are two completely different things." Zhen Nuan sighed, "Okay, okay, don't be angry! Look at your bad temper. No matter how old you are, you can't change it. If someone wrongly accuses you, you'll get anxious. Ask yourself, if you are not from the Internet literary circle and hear someone say that you have written more than a dozen books and still haven't made any money, do you believe it?"

Wen Xinlan was speechless.

"Right? If you think about it from the other person's point of view, in fact, they did not maliciously accuse you, they just discussed the matter and raised reasonable questions."

"Well, I just lost my temper. I will pay attention to it in the future."

"now it's right!"

the next day.

Zhen Nuan accompanied Wen Xinlan for a check-up.

The film showed that the injury was not serious, and the doctor said that he could be observed for a few more days, or he could go home to recuperate and just come back regularly for dressing changes.

Wen Xinlan was afraid of delaying Zhen Nuan's work, so she chose to go home and rest.

The bus company took the initiative to bear the medical expenses for all injured passengers.

Except for a faint scar on his right leg, the incident was finally over.

Because she had a car accident while working overtime, the company boss gave Wen Xinlan a few days off to take care of her at home, and asked Feng Min, the supervisor in charge of the human resources department, to send a box of milk and a fruit basket.

Wen Xinlan took this opportunity to stay at home and work hard on writing articles during a rare working day.

Peaceful life day after day.

It wasn't until during a video chat that Cheng Lu asked Wen Xinlan to help find a file and accidentally discovered that his girlfriend was walking with a limp, and then he learned about the car accident.

Tong Lu said angrily: "Such a big thing happened, why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid of delaying your work, so I didn't dare not tell you."

"Xinlan, we are getting married soon. Do you take me as your husband seriously?"

"Oh, husband, I was wrong. Next time if something happens, I will tell you as soon as possible, okay?"

In the video between Wen Xinlan and her boyfriend, Zhen Nuan made a series of fatal calls at the same time.

Holding the vibrating cell phone in hand, Wen Xinlan hung up the phone and said, "Husband, I won't talk to you for now. Zhen Nuan seems to be looking for me in an emergency."

As soon as the other side was connected, Zhen Nuan's scream came: "Wenwen, you are on the hot search! Look at the link I sent you!"

Trending?

Wen Xinlan opened the link and found that it was a video from the AA short video website. The content was exactly the part where she showed reporters the backends of major websites in the hospital.

However, the video has been processed, with very artificial narration at the beginning and end, and the bitter and hateful music, the emotional value is maximized, and it strongly expresses the indignation of a low-level writer against the injustice of reality.

Wen Xinlan smiled bitterly, this video producer's level of exaggeration is quite high, it would be a pity not to be a director!
After watching the video carefully again, I guessed from the shooting angle that it should have been secretly filmed by the young woman in the bed next door.

Wen Xinlan remembered that the young woman was quite beautiful. She must be an Internet celebrity or something to make this video popular!
Scroll down to the comment area again, and the number has reached 9999+, and the data is still rising.

The content of the comments is also varied and covers everything.

In addition to the shocked people, there are also some doubters.

It was also said that she was just a "sick lady" for show and had never written a novel at all.There are also a few articles saying that her writing must be too rubbish to catch the eye of an editor.

Out of curiosity, Wen Xinlan opened the client of Wenyuan Pavilion again.

It doesn’t matter if you flip through it this time, the book review section already has 999+ reviews.

Wen Xinlan has been writing articles for ten years, but has not accumulated so many comments.

"This is a short video from AA."

"AA short video is here."

"I didn't expect this writer to actually write so much?"

"Lady? Why do you call her this name? No wonder she's not popular."

"Even if the other accounts are not hers, this one account alone has written more than 300 million. It is very hard to persist even without signing a contract."

The comments of several old readers have been brushed to the back.

"Wow, our Guifu has finally been discovered!"

"It turns out that Bing Feng and Leng Qingting are the vests of our Guifu family. I asked why their writing styles are so similar. They are indeed the same person!"

"Our noble lady has finally been seen, rush!"

I haven’t finished reading the comments here, but the WeChat message on the other side keeps ringing.

Relatives, friends and classmates sent condolences one after another.

"Xinlan, is it really you who is on the hot search list?"

"Sisters, you are red!"

"Is that you on the video?"

"When were you hospitalized? Are you seriously injured?"

"Cousin, your mother asked you to call her back immediately."

Zhen Nuan called again: "Wenwen, did you see it? You are angry!"

"I saw it, but it's not a fire, right?"

Wen Xinlan was not happy at all about this unexpected hot search.

No matter how many comments there are, they are not an evaluation of the work itself.

She wants real readers, not transient visitors.

Zhen Nuan asked: "Wenwen, it sounds like you are not very happy?"

"What should I be happy about? Do you think the person who posted the video is the girl in the next bed? Can I go to the hospital to check her information?"

"The hospital won't give you other patients' information unless the police get involved. Besides, it's not a bad thing. You really don't need to sue them. They really brought you a lot of heat this time, maybe they can really bring you some What about many readers?”

"Although I'm not a celebrity, I'm still not happy being exposed on the Internet like this."

"Wenwen, please try to adjust your mentality as follows and don't always refuse publicity. A real writer is influential in his own right."

During the chat, parents who saw the link from the family group called in one after another.

Wen Xinlan didn't care much, so she had to answer and reply one by one.

After all the responses were completed, it was already midnight.

Wen Xinlan went on the social blogging platform "Breeze" and clarified in "Breeze Square" that she was not a "sick lady" and that all novels were written by herself without ghostwriting.

However, her number of Breeze fans is only in double digits, she has not been certified by the star label, and she has not been able to enter the public eye.

After being sleepless all night, Wen Xinlan called Zhen Nuan for help.

"Nuan Nuan, I sent Breeze to clarify, but others can't see it! What should I do?"

"Has the book review section been posted?"

“I wrote a book review and it was quickly inundated with other reviews.”

Zhen Nuan then thought about it and said, "Oh, by the way, I still have the female reporter's WeChat account. How about we ask her for clarification?"

*
ten o'clock in the morning.

Zhen Nuan accompanied Wen Xinlan to the Wencheng branch studio of Chengguo Qingti.com.

Wen Xinlan said: "Hello, Reporter Song, I would like to ask you to clarify the video about the hospital."

As one of the parties involved in the popular video, Song Yan has been questioned countless times by colleagues.

But except for the part in the video, Song Yan knew nothing about Wen Xinlan.

Song Yan smiled heartily and said: "Teacher Wen, it's great that you can come! Our editor-in-chief keeps asking me what's going on and urging me to do an exclusive interview!"

"Reporter Song, I wonder if you are free today? Can we chat for a while?"

"Of course! The most important thing for us as a media company is effectiveness. Even if we don't have time, we have to make time for you!"

Before Wen Xinlan could mentally prepare herself, Song Yan had already led her into the recording room and sat under the spotlight.

"Hello everyone, I am Song Yan, a special reporter from Chengguo Qingti.com. Today I am honored to invite online novelist Gui Fu for an exclusive interview to clarify some doubts about online videos."

Wen Xinlan gave the camera a polite smile: "Hello everyone, I am an online novel writer. Guifu, Bingfeng, and Leng Qingting are all my pen names. Among them, Guifu is more commonly used, so everyone calls me Guifu. good."

"Ms. Guifu, do you have anything to say about the trending video?"

"First of all, the car accident is real, and I am not a 'sick lady.'" Wen Xinlan took out a stack of receipts, "This is my medical record and medical expense details. The bus and ambulance also left relevant records to help The doctors and nurses I treat can attest to this.”

Song Yan smiled and said: "I can also testify to this. The ward I went to interview that day was temporarily requisitioned by the relevant departments. Ms. Guifu did not forge her identity."

"Second, I did not direct or act in posting the video. If I really had this ability, I would have made my book famous long ago."

Song Yan smiled and answered: "Ms. Guifu, on behalf of the majority of netizens, I would like to raise a few questions."

"Please speak."

"Is it true that you have been writing novels for ten years and have yet to make any money with a total of 700 million words?"

"It's true. All my works are not signed. Without signing, there is no income. There is no doubt about this."

"Why didn't you sign the contract? Did you not want to sign it?"

"No. It's because my writing is not good enough to meet the contract signing standards." Wen Xinlan answered truthfully, "If only one website did not sign the contract, it may be a matter of individual editor's preferences, but I used a different pen name to submit the article. Many companies did not sign contracts in the end, which can only mean that it is my own problem.”

“Are there many writers like you who have no income?”

"As far as I know, there are quite a few more."

"I mean the one with no income of several million?"

"Yes, there are many people who have not signed a contract for writing 500 million yuan, and there are even fewer writers who have persisted for many years without any reward. Let me give you an example. The registered author of one company alone is 500 million, but readers can name them. How many writers are there? In fact, failure is the norm. The probability of success in the writing industry is lower than winning the lottery. The bright cases that everyone usually sees are just the top writers at the top of the pyramid, and they are not It’s not broadly representative.”

“If the writing industry is so tough, why not try a different path?”

"Well, not all writers are as stubborn as me. Many friends who wrote at the same time have changed careers. Especially some male writers. In addition to supporting themselves, they also have to bear the responsibility of supporting their families. In the end, they had to give up their dream of writing. , I switched to running around in life. I am quite lucky, I have a stable job, my parents and boyfriend are very supportive of me, so I don’t have anything to worry about.”

"In the past ten years, have you ever thought about giving up?"

"Yes. I often want to give up, but I keep writing until today."

The director made a gesture to the reporter, indicating that the time was almost up.

Song Yan said: "Thank you Ms. Guifu for being a guest at Chengguoqingti.com and answering many questions for us. Is there anything else Ms. Guifu wants to say to you at the end?"

"Finally, I would like to ask everyone to pay attention to us low-level authors! In fact, it doesn't matter whether we make money or not. We just hope that our works can be seen by everyone, even if it's just a glance!"

(End of this chapter)