The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

Zhang Zhenghao, the author of "Workplace Wind and Cloud", waved his hand very modestly: "Not much, not much, barely sold for 100 million. Documentary novels are not popular novels after all, not comparable to Master Jiang, your youth fantasy literature."

"Hey, don't talk about it," Jiang Mo said angrily, "I spent a year of hard work, and the work I finally finished was ruined by the underworld operations of the three publishing houses in the four seas, three rivers and two rivers."

"You haven't seen the books they print, the quality is not as good as toilet paper, let alone the printing, there are a lot of typos, the layout is messy, and the quality is not as high as the pirated version!"

Zhang Zhenghao quickly comforted him, and interrupted the topic by the way: "It's okay, it's okay, these three publishing houses have closed down now, do you know how many more people we have trained this time?"

"Oh? Is it Jiangnan?" Jiang Mo's eyes lit up, "Although he won me by relying on publicity, I have to admit that his "Dragon Race" is still very tasteful, and I am convinced to lose to him .”

Zhang Zhenghao smiled disdainfully: "Heh, the ones here are not traditional writers, but a group of guys called Internet writers."

"The leader seems to be a ghostwriter idler. He is not a good person when he hears his name. He probably plagiarized other people's works."

Jiang Mo was very angry after hearing this: "When did even plagiarists participate in the training of the Scholar Academy! I read some online novels by chance, what are they about? They beat and kill at every turn, and there are still There are many typos."

"Yeah, I can't figure it out either," Zhang Zhenghao said with disdain on his face. "It's completely written by primary school students. This time they were invited to participate, maybe they were deceived by their fake data. Just come to any novel, it will have millions of hits, and the top ones will have tens of millions of hits."

"There are so many people who read novels, they don't know how to pretend to be fake, and those adults actually believe it."

As soon as the words fell, Yun Yongan came from the door indifferently.

"There is no proof of whether you are fake or not, but your ignorance has been fully demonstrated. A click is not a purchase of traditional literature. Opening the same IP every six hours counts as a click."

"Under normal circumstances, online novels are serialized, updated every day, and people click every day, and the same person can contribute many clicks. So, a book with a million hits does not mean that 100 million people will read it again, do you understand?"

Zhang Zhenghao turned his head to look at the young man in front of him, suppressed his anger, and put on a smiling face, "You are a ghostwriter, right? Whose pen is it?"

Yun Yongan laughed and replied: "Writing on behalf of the world, writing poems on behalf of all living beings, Mr. Zhang Zhenghao, you and your name are different. You are neither upright nor full of pride. On the contrary, you are a bit like a bad old man who complains about others and is jealous of young people." People are stronger than you."

Zhang Zhenghao was so upset by Yun Yong'an, Jiang Mo hurried out to smooth things over, "The young are better than the blue, the younger generation is stronger than us, we are too late to be happy, the little idler looks so young, where did you go to college?" .”

"It's just an ordinary school, not worth mentioning."

Zhang Zhenghao sneered: "It's not worth mentioning. I don't think you dare to mention it. The work you write is so white. You must be dawdling in some third-rate university. No, the university should be in class now. You won't You didn't get into college, did you?"

"If you didn't go to university, isn't that illiterate? When will illiterates be able to write novels!"

The other people in the room laughed when they heard this.

The laughter lasted for a full 5 minutes. Seeing that Yun Yong'an's expression was normal and everyone was out of breath, they had to stop.

"Enough of laughing." Yun Yongan passed Zhang Zhenghao, walked to the podium, grabbed a chalk and wrote down the name of Imperial University on the blackboard, "So in your eyes, Imperial University is just a third-rate university. Which university is it from?"

Imperial University, the Royal Academy of the Imperial Capital, is the highest university in the Daxian Empire, and it is unrivaled and unrivaled.

When everyone touched a soft nail, they could only laugh, and the atmosphere was much lower-key.

They didn't take the initiative to attack, but it didn't mean that Yun Yong'an wanted to let them go. These traditional writers were proud of themselves and looked at people with their nostrils.

Otherwise, after obtaining the system, Yun Yong'an would not have chosen to start with online novels instead of traditional literature.

The online novels that have just emerged are mixed, and they are incomparable with the large number of classics that have been screened by time in traditional literature.

But these masterpieces were written by those writers in the past, and have no connection with the current traditional writers.And online novels, after enough development, may not leave masterpieces.

Yun Yong'an cleared his throat, walked in front of Zhang Zhenghao, and prepared to take him first.

"Senior Zhang, I've seen your work, it's great, it's a pity I met you"

It can be said that every word is pearls, and the chapters are beautiful. It is a pity that we are all ordinary people and cannot understand such avant-garde art. It is said that less than a hundred copies have been sold. The world does not know treasures. It is really too pitiful. up.

Yun Yongan looked back and forth at Zhang Zhenghao, his eyes full of pity.

Zhang Zhenghao stretched out his finger and pointed at Yun Yongan tremblingly: "You, you are talking nonsense, I clearly sold 100 million copies!"

"Don't point randomly, be careful of cramps." Yun Yongan sideways avoided his fingers, and flicked a touch of spiritual power into Zhang Zhenghao's body, "I opened a small publishing house called Xianyun Publishing House. Its predecessor had A publishing house happens to be publishing books for Senior Zhang, and the contract is still in my hands, would Senior Zhang want to take a look?"

Zhang Zhenghao wanted to refute, but the spiritual power in his body had exploded, his whole body convulsed violently, he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and lost the ability to speak.

Others quickly gathered around, pinching some of them, and pressing their temples.

After a long time, Zhang Zhenghao finally recovered.

Yun Yongan took four vests and directly occupied the center of the classroom. The other traditional writers, seeing Zhang Zhenghao being so angry by Yun Yongan, felt scared and dared not talk to them.

Their silence doesn't mean that Yun Yong'an is willing to let them go. Just like the poetry world, the literary world has been tainted by these traditional writers' cliques.

Now is a critical moment in the culture wars, these moths, parasites, should be swept away.

Of course, traditional writers are not necessarily full of life and death. When Yun Yongan entered the room, he gave everyone an insight.

The results of many of them gave him a lot of insight.

Participating in people's memorabilia, deceiving superiors and inferiors, engaging in malpractice for personal gain, and planting and framing.

Those who knew it was a group of writers, but those who didn't know thought they were in the officialdom.

With a thought in Yun Yong'an's mind, the main body sat in the middle and closed his eyes to rest his mind. His consciousness came to a vest and manipulated him to walk in front of Jiang Mo.