Afterlife Blows Up Gensokyo

Stretching out his finger to point out the door, Penglai Shanhuiye had a noncommittal expression on his face.

"Also, remember to knock first when you enter the door next time. This is the most basic courtesy... Sorry, I seem to have forgotten the setting that my elder brother said that you never leave the door."

"........."

(...So how many bad things did that guy say about himself behind his back!? Are you kidding me, how could I not leave... Well, it seems that I have never walked by... It seems that the evaluation is still very pertinent ...)

"The visitor is a guest, so how can there be any reason to drive the guest out?"

Picking up the tea cup in front of her and taking a sip of tea, Yakumo Zi smiled nonchalantly.

"However, it's really a bit impolite for me to come here uninvited... How about this, since it's still early, how about I do a free calculation for you? I can calculate whatever you want. "

"Can you really figure out anything?"

Hearing such words suddenly, Penglai Shan Huiye couldn't help feeling excited.

"Yes."

Yakumo Zi smiled confidently.

"Hmm... Among the integers greater than 1000, find all the numbers whose quotients and remainders are equal after division by 34. What is the sum of these numbers?"

After thinking about it for a while, Penglai Shanhuiye seriously asked the other party such a difficult math problem that his elder brother posed to him a few days ago.

"...It's something else, I'm not good at it."

The smile on Yakumo Zi's face visibly froze.

"As long as it's not related to this kind of number..."

"You obviously can figure out what you said just now."

Curling his lips, Penglai Shanhuiye showed contempt on his face.

"........."

In this regard, Yakumo Zi expressed silence.

"Then there will be no math problems... I think about it... I have it."

Stretching out two fingers in front of him, a certain NEET girl looked serious.

"There are two people, Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong. Among them, Xiao Ming only tells lies, not the truth; Xiao Hong only tells the truth, not lies. However, when the two of them answer other people's questions, they only By nodding and shaking the head, no talking. One day, a person faced two roads: A and B. One of the roads leads to the capital, while the other road leads to a small village. At this time, he There are Xiaoming and Xiaohong standing in front of him, but he doesn't know whether this person is Xiaoming or Xiaohong, and he doesn't know whether "nodding" means "yes" or "no". Now, he has to ask a question before he can conclude Which road leads to the capital. So, how should this question be asked?"

Yakumo Zi: "..."

...She suspected that the guy in front of her was here to mess things up on purpose.

Close to Zhu Zhechi, close to Mo Zhehei, after living with that guy for so long, did he really become as unbeatable as that guy?

After a long silence, Zi Yakumo turned his head stiffly to the expectant gaze of the girl in front of him.

"……I have no idea."

"Cut... I don't know this, I don't know that, how on earth are you called a fortune teller?"

After waving his hand, a certain NEET girl looked resentful.

"I thought I had found a shortcut to finish my homework..."

"...Let's talk about other things, don't you wonder what kind of existence your elder brother is?"

Seeing that the direction of the conversation was about to develop in a strange direction that she could not predict, Zi Yakumo had no choice but to take the initiative.

"You know this?"

"I can know."

Facing the eyes of the girl who was clearly suspicious, Yakumo Zi nodded expressionlessly.

"All your questions about your elder brother can be answered from me. But now it's my turn to ask you... What kind of existence do you think he is?"

"Well... how should I put it? In short, it probably feels quite strange to people."

Lying on the table, Penglai Shanhuiye pressed his hand on his forehead in a little distress.

"I always feel like my elder brother is wearing a mask all the time. He always likes to hide something by himself. Although he always has a smile on his face, I don't know why. I feel that he will be quite tired living like that, can't he live a little more easily? It's really..."

"Smile because you can't cry, live because you can't die, wear a false mask because you don't want to see yourself clearly."

Yakumo Zi interrupted Horai Kaguya's words with a flat face.

"I can help you find out his essence...what does he call himself in normal times?"

"Uh...human?"

"Then the real self that he doesn't want to see clearly is essentially a demon."

Yakumo Zi put on a rather strange smile on her face, and began to gradually guide the other party into the trap she set.

"So, about..."

"The more cowardly you are, the more you will bully people who are weaker than yourself. It seems that I think highly of you."

Just when she hadn't finished her sentence, an extremely flat voice followed.

And with the sound of this sound, as if something hidden in the air was silently broken, Penglai Shan Huiye instantly returned to normal.

First, after looking around in a daze, when she saw the figure sitting next to her at some time, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she rushed forward without thinking, and said With a strong sense of surprise.

"Yonglin, why are you here?"

"Because I was worried about the princess, I came down early."

Turning her head and smiling at Penglai Shanhui Ye, Yayi Yonglin looked at Yakumo Zi who looked incredulously in front of her.

"Originally after the teacher recommended you to me, I still had some expectations for you, but judging from the situation just now, the teacher completely misjudged the person. The so-called monster sage Existence, in essence, is nothing more than a coward like to attack the weak."

Baiyi Yonglin's tone was extremely calm, even a little scary.

"You, do you call him a monster sage? You're just a coward."

"The weak prey on the strong, and power determines everything. In the face of powerful power, the weak can only obey the strong. Isn't this common sense?"

With a chuckle in his mouth, looking at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him, a trace of haze flashed across Yakumo Zi's eyes.

"A god on the same level as Madara Okina? The rules of the world of gods and monsters seem to be the same. What right do you have to accuse me?"

"Accusation? That's not an accusation."

Glancing at her, Bayi Yonglin's tone was indifferent.

"I'm just stating a fact."

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Let's talk about something a little bit, I think everyone should have learned about this matter from QQ groups or other various channels.

——There is a show operation about the reading contract.

Go to the group below, this is a matter of a new contract about China Literature.

Days after signing a new contract:

first, income

The income guarantee for the middle and lower class authors, the subscription money is cut across the board, and the ip is only limited to the upper class authors, and the income situation is completely smeared.

The copyright is deprived, and the author no longer has the right to self-control his own novel. Take Journey to the West as an example. Wu Chengen wrote this book. Starting point was dissatisfied with the plot of Daughter Country, so he personally forced Wu Chengen to modify the plot of Daughter Country, even Let other authors help Wu Chengen revise and stage a Tang Monk falling in love. (This process did not get money)

After Journey to the West was transformed into a game ip, Journey to the West was criticized for Tang’s love affair. Starting point sued Wu Chengen in court, demanding that Wu Chengen compensate for the loss of the game operation according to the contract, a total of 1000 million.

After struggling for a year and a half, teacher Wu Chengen wrote the four classics with great painstaking efforts, but in the end he lost 1000 million fucking.

What? You think it's ridiculous, and it's fucking ridiculous, because that's what it is.

Second, copyright

Teacher Wu Chengen died in anger, and his descendants were very sad. They went to the court to ask for an explanation, and wanted to get back the copyright of Journey to the West

The starting point is also very generous, saying that Wu Chengen will come to me 50 years after his death, and the copyright will be yours at that time. (from parents directly to grandchildren)

After Wu Chengen's descendants heard this, they were very distressed. Some of the family could not bury Teacher Wu Chengen due to huge compensation. When everyone was distressed, a son of the family thought about it and proposed to sell several papers written by Teacher Wu Chengen. I didn't sign the contract, so I sold it just to bury my father.

Of course, you are fucking wrong, the contract says "literary creation" instead of "literary creation". Yes, (students are even more unlucky. The appointment you signed with Qidian will guarantee that you will not be able to graduate from university. The copyright of your graduation thesis belongs to Qidian)

Bullshit? No, it's not over yet.

After signing the contract, your QQ account, Weibo account, and Zhihu account no longer belong to you. Tencent will take over your personal account in its entirety and use it as an operation method.

Is the bullshit over?

It's over fucked.

The employment contract signed by the author and the platform, the author is the gunman/ghostwriter invited by the platform, and the real author is the platform.

but!The author does not enjoy the "Labor Law of the People's Republic of China", holidays, five insurances and one housing fund, and medical insurance are all covered.

Feeling angry? nonono, let me continue.

The author's income on the platform is changed to advertising revenue and net profit (operating income - operating cost = net profit), so this value can be negative in theory.

Moreover, you have no right to check the statement books. The starting point is that you can’t do anything about making false accounts on your income. At that time, you will suffer losses for years and spend your own money to write books for others.

Not enough, keep coming.

Qidian has the right to intervene in all matters of the work, including revising the outline, revising important plots, etc.

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ps: In other words, the author is no longer the author from now on, but the hired gunman.

This is what is called a capitalist.

——The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, this is probably the reason.

If you still want to know more details, you can go to the post bar or search a lot in the QQ group.

Although I have only been writing a book for a year or two, I still want to make a sound.

Sit on the sidelines?Eat melons and watch the fun?After all, this is a matter of reading, but I really can't do it.