Daming: I have a showdown, my father-in-law is the emperor

Chapter 226

Zhao Jun's thoughts were pulled back by Chen Fan.

"How's it going? How are you thinking about it? Do you want to give up? It's enough to finish 60 words."

Chen Fan said softly, he could see that Zhao Jun was now caught in a dilemma.

Chen Fan continued to bewitch:
"If you are still worried about readers scolding you, then you can open a new account and write in a small account, and then discard the large account. They can't find you, and they can't find a place to scold you. Even if they scold you, you I don’t know, how nice it is to see what’s out of sight.”

When talking about this, Zhao Jun twitched his eyebrows.

Chen Fan is about to succeed.

Chen Fan couldn't accept seeing his friend stumble on the wrong path.

Zhao Jun lowered his head and pondered for a while.

Sudden.

Zhao Jun looked up at Chen Fan with a confused look on his face.

"Give up, I'm not reconciled."

After hearing this, Chen Fan sighed heavily.

Since you are so obsessed with obsession, don't blame me, I am also doing it for your own good.

You don't listen to nice words.

It seems that he has to take strong medicine.

You have to see the reality clearly and stop being indulged in false fantasies.

He wants to wake Zhao Jun up!

Chen Fan took a deep breath and stared at Zhao Jun with a serious expression.

"Has no one told you that the novel you wrote is rubbish?"

Zhao Jun seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer in his mind, and he froze on the scene, looking at Chen Fan in disbelief.

It seemed that he couldn't believe that such vicious words came from a good friend.

Rubbish?

What a hurtful word.

Harmful words hurt people in June Han!
Zhao Jun's heart felt cold right now.

How can you say that?

This is a negation of his efforts over the past few months.

Even if some black fans don't like his novels, they can just say one thing.

Too poisonous, go away.

But friends hit him like this, saying his work is rubbish.

Zhao Jun's face was ashen, and he felt that the sky was about to fall.

Chen Fan felt uncomfortable watching it.

Chen Fan couldn't help but reflect in his heart, could it be that he was really wrong?
Shouldn't he stop Joon from holding on?

Seeing Zhao Jun's disappointed expression, Chen Fan was shaken.

Available soon.

Chen Fan firmed up his thoughts and didn't waver anymore.

It is obvious that they have already rushed like this, and it will be futile to persevere.

Chen Fan has read the outline, and there are still more than 200 million characters of the plot that have not yet unfolded.

According to Zhao Jun, two chapters are updated every day, one chapter is 2000 words, and 4000 words are updated in one day.

There are more than 200 million words, and it will take one or two years to finish writing.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan secretly made up his mind not to let Zhao Jun be so obsessed, it would only harm him.

Chen Fan couldn't imagine wasting a year or two in vain for a novel that he couldn't afford anymore.

Besides, Chen Fan didn't want Zhao Jun to write novels.

This book is rushed, so I will finish it quickly and prepare for the next one.

With the experience of hitting the street this time, the next book can always avoid many poisonous points.

The results are at least better than this book!
Chen Fan continued to attack and said:
"It's been almost two months since your novel was released on VIP shelves, right? Let me ask you, your editor in charge has never persuaded you. This book's grades are too poor. It's best to reopen the next one?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jun became more and more depressed.

"Since it was put on the shelves, the editor in charge hasn't looked for me in the past two months!"

Chen Fan answered immediately:
"Look, I haven't contacted you for two months. The editor in charge has forgotten you a long time ago. Your writing is so bad that he gave up on you and left you to fend for yourself. If you haven't contacted you for such a long time, you feel so sad Don’t have any points? Give up and start the next one!”

Zhao Jun sighed, he also knew this situation, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Also, do you really think you have readers supporting you?"

Chen Fanyu couldn't stop being surprised, and gave Zhao Jun a blow on the spot.

Zhao Jun was stunned.

"What do you mean? Didn't you just say that there are tolerant and kind readers supporting me? Why..."

Chen Fan shook his head and looked at Zhao Jun with sympathy.

"I was just comforting you just now, but you are so stubborn, I must break your unrealistic fantasy and let you recognize the reality."

"The reality is, your novels are rubbish, and no one likes your novels."

"Do you think that readers who subscribe to follow up like your novels? No, no, they are just curious. After reading too many fine novels, they suddenly find that there is such a poisonous novel. They want to challenge it. How long will it take for them? Died of poison."

"It's like, everyone eats too much delicacies from mountains and seas, and they are tired of eating, and want to change their taste. Everyone knows that junk food is poisonous and unhealthy, but some people still can't help but take a few bites."

"So! These readers don't like your novels, they are just curious about how poisonous your novels can be!"

Zhao Jun asked with a painful expression:
"What you said is not true, you lied to me?"

Chen Fan said firmly:
"What I said is true. I didn't lie to you. You should understand it in your heart. It's just that you don't want to recognize this fact."

Zhao Jun was hit by Chen Fan and almost burst into tears.

His persistence, at this moment, collapsed.

Zhao Jun was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing Zhao Jun like this, Chen Fan couldn't bear it.

But there is no way, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain!
He must scold his friend to wake him up and not let him continue to be obsessed with it.

Chen Fan decided to give Zhao Jun the final blow.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the entire Internet literary circle!"

"As a member of the Internet literary circle, you have the responsibility and obligation to maintain this circle well."

"The Internet literature circle is relatively filthy now, and a lot of garbage is produced every day. Have you considered the feelings of readers and friends?"

"Everyone worked hard all day, and wanted to find a good novel to relax and pass the time. But when they searched, they found that they were all rubbish novels. They died of poison after reading a few chapters. Do you think they are very depressed? Oh no."

"You have to think about your readers, think about this circle, and stop creating rubbish. Let the readers go, and let yourself go."

Chen Fan casually browsed through the posts in the book circle and found that many readers got angry after reading a few chapters and left cursing.

Chen Fan could understand their feelings very well.

I thought it was fairy grass, but it turned out to be highly poisonous, can they not curse people?

Hey!
Zhao Jun sighed, his friend's words had reached this point, and it would be a complete joke if he continued.

"Why didn't I realize that you have such a poisonous tongue before? You are more poisonous than the novels I wrote!"

Zhao Jun's tone of voice was full of loss.

Chen Fan said in surprise:
"You don't insist anymore?"

Chen Fan heard a compromise from Zhao Jun's words.

Zhao Jun nodded.

"I'll listen to you, finish it when you reach 60 words! Start the next book!"

After hearing this, Chen Fan had a gratified expression on his face.

He was sincerely happy that Zhao Jun found his way back!

(End of this chapter)