So red that everything is black

Chapter 21 Red ([-])
Wencheng.

Wen Xinlan has been suffering from eye pain, shoulder pain, and spine pain recently because she stayed up late and typed too hard.

Finally, it was not until the weekend that I had time to go to the hospital.

Just after registering, Mu Jin kept sending messages, inviting Wen Xinlan to be the recommendation officer of Wenyuan Pavilion.

It is a huge honor to be invited by the platform to be a spokesperson, and as an online writer, you will have to rely on the platform for publicity and promotion in the future.

Wen Xinlan had no choice but to agree.

But when she thought of asking her boss for leave again, Wen Xinlan's headache worsened, and she had no choice but to call:
"Boss, I'm sorry, I would like to take three days off from Monday to Wednesday next week."

Qi Jianmin was silent for a long time before replying: "Xiao Wen, I suggest you carefully consider your career plan. Our company is small and cannot afford to support idle people."

"Boss, I'm really sorry. Can I invite you again? I won't invite you this year."

"That's what you said last time."

Wen Xinlan sighed.

This is no other endorsement.

This time it’s an advertisement for Wenyuan Pavilion.

If you refuse, you won’t be able to work in Wenyuan Pavilion or even in the Internet literary circle.

If she could only choose between writing online and working, Wen Xinlan would choose writing online.

After all, her royalties in the past two months were higher than the sum of her years of work.

"Boss, please allow me to take one last leave. When I come back on Thursday, I will have a good chat with Director Feng."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xinlan sat on the cold chair in the hospital, not knowing who to complain to.

There were constant beeping sounds in the group.

Wen Xinlan opened the reader group and asked her book friends: "Will you support me resigning and becoming a full-time writer?"

"Support, of course support!"

“Working is only worth a few bucks, but writing online articles is worth hundreds of times more.”

"If Sister Guifu wasn't popular before, I'm sure I wouldn't have supported her resignation. Now that Sister Guifu has made it through, she can work full-time."

"Guifu has been promoted to the top [-] writers and can pursue his dream full-time!"

"You have time to write only after you quit your job. Guifu, don't publish two thousand words a day like before. At least publish four thousand words to meet the perfect attendance standard!"

"That's right! Guifu should just write books full-time!"

Wen Xinlan typed: "I'm worried that my popularity is only temporary. What if after this period, I run out of money again?"

“You can’t have your cake and eat it too, it’s better to make more money by writing online.”

"Who knows what the future holds?"

Wen Xinlan added: "If I resign, my social security will be cut off."

"Buy a commercial insurance!"

"Cash on hand and business insurance are enough."

"You bad guys keep talking about money, money, money. I'm the only one worried that Guifu's body won't be able to bear it. I hope she won't be too tired..."

Wen Xinlan saw this sentence and was inexplicably touched.

Now that she was in the hospital, she really needed to think about her health.

In the past, because of my youth, I didn't take staying up late seriously.

But now that I am 28 and a three-year-old, I can no longer risk my life.

At this moment, Wen Xinlan's name rang out on the big screen at the hospital's triage table: "Wen Xinlan, please come to Clinic No. 2 for treatment."

Her eyes darkened and she strengthened her determination to resign.

*
After taking the high-speed train to Haicheng again, Wen Xinlan felt much relieved.

Meeting Qiang Gen again in the next car, Wen Xinlan changed seats and chatted with Qiang Gen: "What a coincidence, I meet Teacher Qiang Gen every time I go to Haicheng."

"It's not a coincidence, it's inevitable. Teacher Guifu is from Wencheng, and I am from Cangcheng. We are both on the Beihai high-speed rail section, and our arrival times are similar, so we bumped into each other again and again."

"It's a coincidence! We were seated in the same seat when we were recording the first episode of the show. I didn't expect that after the show ended, we could still shoot commercials together." The corner was stunned, "Teacher Guifu's personality seems to have changed a lot."

"Have it?"

"You are more cheerful now than when we first met. At that time you didn't want to talk to me at all."

"Then what do you think is better, the me now? Or the me before?"

Qiang Gen's chest froze and he didn't dare to answer any more words.

After a long silence, Qiang Gen slowly said: "You are lucky, others can't climb up."

Wen Xinlan felt that Qiang Gen's words were like the novels he wrote, and there was always a sense of fragmentation that the words did not convey the meaning.

But this is also a personal characteristic.

The recent fire at Qianggen also shows that this feature is accepted by some readers.

The two walked out of the high-speed rail station together.

It was rare that Wenyuan Pavilion sent a car to pick up someone for the first time.

The hotel is also several levels higher than the dormitory of the program crew.

Wen Xinlan finally had the pleasure of "I have become a big star".

*
In the advertising studio, the shutter kept ringing.

Because Wen Xinlan had experience shooting Sakura Keyboard, she passed the level quickly.

But Corner encountered a lot of trouble during filming.

Photographers always feel that the gaze in the corner is too dull, and they can't pick out a complete picture.

Wen Xinlan cheered from the side: "Brother Corner, are you going to lose to me again?"

With that said, Wen Xinlan assumed a shooting posture again.

The corner guy seemed to be irritated, his eyes became sharp.

The photographer captured the moment of change and shouted: "Gotcha!"

"How's it going?" Wen Xinlan bent down to look at the screen, "Did you get the picture?"

"Caught! Caught!" The photographer thumbed his thumbs up, "Teacher Guifu has a way!"

"Hey, it's just a fluke!"

Watching Wen Xinlan and the photographer having a heated exchange from the corner, I felt very uncomfortable.

*
After taking the promotional photos, the cameraman guided the shooting of some dynamic clips, interspersed with recorded interviews.

"Teacher Guifu, do you have any advice for new writers?"

"Learn to segment. Reading online texts mainly relies on mobile clients. Therefore, when writing, you cannot follow the standard segmentation rules in Chinese textbooks. Instead, you must adapt to the screen size of the mobile phone and divide one or two sentences into paragraphs. That kind of hundreds of words It is difficult to attract readers today with an article that has several thousand words without paragraphs and is filled with black text all over the screen.”

"Does the teacher in the corner have any suggestions?"

"Story is king." The corner replied, "Internet readers come to see wonderful stories. No matter how many writing skills you have, it doesn't matter. Readers don't care. You still have to have good stories."

"Teacher Guifu, did you gain anything after participating in the program "Writing Youth"?"

“I’m starting to learn trade-offs now.”

"How to choose?"

"I used to want everything, but now I find that people's energy is limited, there are only 24 hours in a day, and there are some things I can't do even if I don't sleep. So, I started to learn to give up some things."

"Teacher Qiang Gen, did you gain anything?"

Qiang Gen replied coldly: "Actually, there is nothing to gain. The world is just like I imagined."

The director and Wen Xinlan were both shocked.

This big brother is too honest!

This sentence was also decisively cut out later on.

Finally, when asked about her encouragement to other online writers, Wen Xinlan said that if the economy is not very tight, you can try to persevere.

Qiang Gen reported all the names of his good brothers and shared the blessings.

(End of this chapter)