Entertainment check-in: from being abandoned by first love

Chapter 29 Dreams and Jokes

Rubber pushed away the brawny editor-in-chief who was rumored to be from Shandong with a disgusted expression on his face: "Die!"

Biscuit laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, I'll watch it later, let's eat first."

"I have to come back for a meeting after dinner!"

Eraser glanced at the manuscript, finally nodded, got up and went to eat together.

After eating, return to the work station.

Eraser couldn't wait to open the manuscript and take a look.

Compared to today's entire website, which is full of stories about swords and magic, the title of the book called Ghost Blowing Lamp made Eraser a little curious.

But before he clicked on it, the editor-in-chief biscuit came over and knocked on the table: "The editor-in-chief has a meeting."

Meeting.

Eraser didn't dare to hesitate, and had no choice but to go to the conference room.

outside the meeting room.

Before they entered, they heard a burst of scolding voices coming from inside.

"Your website has a single type, only a small amount of revenue, and it may go bankrupt at any time. We will invest 200 million in you and ask for 80.00% of your shares. It is already a great deal of face for you!"

"Yang Xiaochen, don't be ignorant of flattery, if I don't have this investment, you will just wait to eat farts!"

There was an irritable and joking voice, and the editors of Eraser and Biscuit stood outside the door, looking at each other, but none of them dared to push the door in.

The person who spoke was Chen Junlei, an investor, backed by Shenwen Publishing House, which is a physical publishing house with a long history, and published many popular books that year.

The current Origin Chinese website has reached the edge of life and death.

Although it is paid to read, but because of piracy and the size of the user base, it has always been in a state of continuous loss, surviving in the cracks.

In order to keep the website running, Yang Xiaochen sold his house, his wife ran away, and he was in debt, so he almost had to sell his underpants.

Now, the servers of Yuanyuan Chinese.com can't even afford to rent them.

The state of making ends meet is a mountain that weighs on the entire website.

In the meeting room, Yang Xiaochen held his neck and clenched his fists: "200 million, 80.00% of the shares, this is a bit too much!"

"I believe that online literature has its value and significance! Yuanyuan Chinese.com is not rubbish, it is a dream built by many of us together!"

Dream?
Chen Junlei smiled contemptuously, stretched out his hand, and patted Yang Xiaochen's face: "I don't understand what dreams are not dreams. All I know is that your website can't make money, and you don't have a mature monetization model. You are just rubbish."

"If you weren't trash, would you be able to live like this?"

Listening to his words, Yang Xiaochen's eyes were slightly moist, but his face was still stubborn: "You should also know that Yuanyuan Chinese.com was originally a collection of various literature lovers from all over the world."

"From the forum to the website, this place has always provided a place for countless literary lovers who love creation and fantasy to communicate with each other. Behind every story and every word here is the creation of the creators. Their love!"

"Love?"

Chen Junlei smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and looked at Yang Xiaochen: "Can love be eaten?"

"I also know the financial situation of your website, and it will only last for a month or two at most."

"A month or two later, when you guys go bankrupt, I won't buy shares even if you beg me to buy shares."

"If you don't value the library stored on your website, it might be of some use. Do you think that our Shenwen can value you?"

Chen Junlei looked at Yang Xiaochen in front of him, shook his head, and patted him on the shoulder: "This market is like this, only the truly strong can have the last laugh."

"Not much to say, think about it yourself, either sell your so-called bullshit dreams to me, or take your dreams and die together."

Finish talking.

Chen Junlei raised his head, turned and walked out of the conference room.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Eraser, Biscuit and others standing outside the door, and sneered, "Hey, are they all gathered here?"

"Look at the way you are all acting, you are wise, go and persuade you, the editor-in-chief, if you behave well, after you go bankrupt, maybe I can let you come to our Shenwen to do odd jobs, haha!"

Chen Junlei smiled and left.

The eraser and the biscuit all gritted their teeth with anger on their faces, feeling extremely aggrieved inside.

Biscuit looked aggrieved: "I really want to beat him up."

Eraser took out a sack from behind and silently handed it over.

Biscuit glanced at him and was stunned: "Where did you get the sack?"

Eraser muffled his voice and shrugged his nose: "I'm an editor, so I bought a few more books and packed them in sacks, isn't that reasonable?"

Biscuit nodded: "It makes sense!"

Then, he pulled out a pan from behind his back.

Eraser was taken aback.

Biscuit said nonchalantly, "My name is Biscuit, and I like making biscuits. I can't carry an oven, so I can only bring a pan from time to time. This is also very reasonable."

The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and turned around.

They were going to follow that Chen Junlei and find a corner without surveillance.

One hedging, one knocking on the head.

The division of labor is clear.

Then they were dragged into the meeting room by the collar of their clothes.

"Editor-in-Chief, this Chen Junlei is too much!"

Some people were indignant: "We have been doing it for so many years, and we have more than 200 million paying users. Now there is no more successful website than ours!"

Another person nodded: "That's right! Shenwen Publishing House wants to buy our website for 200 million now. Isn't this bullying!"

A group of people spoke in a hurry, and their words were full of anger.

Yang Xiaochen shook his head: "Don't talk about this, let's come to a meeting and talk about the books to be promoted next."

He sat on it and took a deep breath: "Each group will take out the key bibliography of your group during this period, we will evaluate and analyze on the spot, and we will start to focus on investing in those that can be allocated resources."

"The time left for us is running out."

"We... can't afford to lose!"

He looked serious.

The erasers, biscuits and others below were also silent for a while.

Subsequently.

The editors of each group began to take out the new books of this group, including the reasons they were optimistic about, and briefly explained them one by one.

hours later.

"Okay, this is the next issue, the books we will focus on."

""Lucky Sword Master Record", "Thunder Mage", "Doomsday Mage"..."

After Yang Xiaochen said all this, he looked around: "Do you have any questions? Or if you have any suggestions, you can put them forward."

Eraser hesitated for a long time: "Well, how about we try to push a new type of book?"

"On the website, there are all stories about swords and magic. Perhaps readers are already tired of reading them."

Yang Xiaochen sighed: "I also know this, but the current situation of the website can no longer tolerate any mistakes. Before the website was positioned as a western fantasy type, the risk of promoting these books at this time is relatively small."

"In addition, due to the positioning of the website, many authors followed suit. Among the manuscripts received, it cannot be said that there are no other types of books, but the quality of those books is hard to describe."

"If possible, I also very much hope that a hundred flowers can bloom."

Hearing Yang Xiaochen's words, Eraser nodded and did not speak again.

Yang Xiaochen got up: "Okay, everyone, the next few months may be very difficult, but no matter what, here, the origin, is where our dreams start!"

"Regardless of success or failure, fight desperately!"

He slammed the table down hard.

Eraser returned to his work station, feeling a little dull. He was in a daze for a while. From graduation to origin, at first it was because of love. The salary in this industry is not high. Apart from rent, water and electricity, plus a meal, every month even You have to hesitate to buy a pair of pants.

But Eraser has never hesitated, and never regretted it, even if the salary of other jobs is much higher.

Because he has been reading novels since he was in junior high school. At first, he rented the novels in bookstores, then he downloaded the novels to mp3 and mp4 on the Internet, and then he used Symbian mobile phones at the beginning, and finally he became smart phones with color screens. .

All the way through the novel, he grew up with him.

From a child, to a teenager, and now as an editor, I stepped into this industry.

I thought that the authors who write books are easy-going, money-making tycoons, and the novel website is full of dreams and love from top to bottom, as well as generous rewards.

But after entering the industry, I realized that there is no shortage of passion and dreams in this industry, but only money.

Except for the authors who stand at the top of the pyramid and stand proud of the world, most of the rest of the authors are hard-working codewriters.

Internet literature is still in its infancy, and everyone who sticks to the origin is love and dreams.

Eraser clicked on the origin novel website, and opened the book at the top of the list.

Then, he glanced at the comment section.

"Do you need money for this kind of book?"

"Author, you're poor and crazy! I'm a book reader, and I've spent traffic to read your books, and I've already paid the Internet fee! Why do you still charge money? Three cents for a thousand words! I think Thirty cents for [-] characters! You guys are too shameless!"

"Stupid author, why don't you go to work if you lack money! What kind of novels are you writing if you don't have money! I think your book has already given you face!"

"I think it took time for your book, silly dog ​​author, it's good that I didn't ask you for money, but you still dare to charge?"

Below, many of these readers from various pirated websites are abusing wantonly.

Among them, there are also the author's humble reply, or simply ignore it.

Seeing this scene, Eraser panicked in his heart, and was stunned for a long time, a little doubting whether this path was right or wrong.

Holding a water glass in one hand and nibbling a green onion as a snack in his mouth, Biscuit, the editor-in-chief of Shandong Zhuanghan, came over and patted the rubber on the shoulder: "Don't think about it, work hard, and believe that there is no unparalleled road. "

"it is good."

Eraser nodded, glanced at Biscuit's back, took a deep breath, and looked at the computer.

His gaze fell on the "Ghost Blowing Lamp" that had just been opened.

"Otherwise, just take a look."

Eraser calmed down, took a deep breath, and clicked on the document.

(End of this chapter)