After the white moonlight cuts the black

The delivery boy delivered on time.

Meng Chuqi was really distressed, and he kept a respectful distance from the popular Malatang fried chicken and fries on weekdays. He didn't dare to do anything wrong, and ordered only white porridge and sweet porridge.

The three of them moved to the dining table, large and small lunch boxes were spread out, Chu Qi took a sip of porridge, "Hey, it's not as delicious as brother Yan's."

Yan Hui propped his head up, and after intense discussions, he would appear extra relaxed, even a little lazy.

Now he is wearing a frameless mirror, his hair is only a few scratches, two gray shadows and some broken hair are covered with a hazy layer on the skin.

Meng Chuqi was envious when she saw it, her skin was so good, it's not like her having two pimples when nothing happened.

"Hmm! What are you looking at?"

Meng Huaiming poured all the appetizers in front of Chu Qi into his porridge bowl, and Chu Qi immediately frowned, "Uncle, it's too much, okay? The boat of our friendship capsized!"

Yan Hui divided her dried radish into Chu Qi's half, and Chu Qi whimpered and hugged the bowl, and suddenly felt Yan Hui's brilliance brightened a circle: "Brother Yan, if you follow the route of a handsome writer, you can't attract a wave of fans." ah."

"It's an exaggeration." Yan Hui laughed.

"It's just good-looking. Compared with the kind that is neither male nor female, it is obviously more comfortable to look at."

Meng Chuqi complained: "But I'm just talking about it in private. After all, aesthetics is different from person to person. Idols and abilities that attract beauty. Sure enough, ability is more attractive to me."

"How many idols can fall into Ms. Chu Qi's eyes?"

Meng Huaiming saw that Yan Hui didn't seem to be unusual, so he was relieved, and joked with Chu Qi, "If you go online to spray stars you don't like, you can't collect a basket of razor blades."

"How can I, I won't be so idle." Chu Qi rolled his eyes, "If you don't like it, you go to someone's square and shout BB. Isn't this a lack of brain or something?"

"Aren't I just interested in watching the entertainment industry? Besides my godfather, who can let me be a member of the list..."

"You don't understand yet." Meng Huaiming was speechless, "By the way, if you want to see your godfather, just tell me, I'll pay for the air ticket, and let your surname Lin pay for the hotel and meals."

Yan Hui looked sideways, Meng Huaiming did not forget the nonsense about Chu Qi's illness, Chu Qi's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Then can I skip class?"

"No." Two refutations came out at the same time.

Chuqi was stunned in an instant, "It will take several months."

"Wait, he's not the kind of star who is running around like crazy, he has someone to help with the planning, and besides, he said you're going, how dare he refuse?"

This undoubtedly gave Meng Chuqi hope.

"But Uncle, I'm not used to you being so nice to me all of a sudden." Chu Qi smiled slyly, "Did you finally find out that I'm a peerless niece, and it's not a loss to raise money?"

"Come on, don't give you something beautiful." Meng Huaiming's heart twitched, and he lowered his head to drink the porridge.

Yan Hui drank a little bit with a spoon, propped her head and said casually: "What Chu Qi mentioned just now is true. Back then they suggested that I publish the photos, follow the path of a good-looking writer, and even give me a name, what? A fairy tale author with an air of innocence..."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha!" Chu Qi burst out laughing, "What is this? What's the matter with the strong stroke."

"So, what to do with so many packages, it's still such a setting that I laughed all afternoon after seeing it."

Yan Hui couldn't help laughing, "After all, the entertainment industry wants to show their faces. This is their image requirement. After all, they are also public figures. If a writer can make money by his face, and sit in front of the computer every day doing something, just make his debut."

"This was also a new exploration in the publishing industry at the time, but it was not very successful."

Meng Huaiming recalled, "In those days, beautiful and handsome writers came out one after another, wrote a little soft text, poured a little chicken soup, went out to visit a few countries, and thought they were the spiritual mentors of the public, and added a few elements of emotional trauma. Looking up at the beautiful sky, the assembly line came out like this.”

"And looking at it now, I know that they don't really have much to offer."

Meng Huaiming said, but finally looked away, "Yes, we have been looking for a way to produce some things in the form of a large factory flow, knocking on one mold after another, whether it is a person or a concept."

Yan was discouraged and knew what he was thinking, "Maybe it's not all wrong, maybe in this way, those who are really ambitious can have a chance. When an industry is extremely small or extremely popular, it is an opportunity for people."

"you do not need……"

Meng Huaiming smiled wryly, put down his chopsticks, "What good is it to turn an industry that is supposed to value works into just worshiping this person?"

Yan Hui thought for a while, "It's not completely bad, it can be said that dangers and opportunities coexist, and it depends on what industry it is."

"If establishing a person's image can exert his appeal, and this appeal is a good guide, then this is in line with the original intention of all public images, and we need this image very much."

"But this is very contradictory. If the public image in the entertainment industry is only virtue, then can he be remembered for a long time?"

Chu Qi answered: "Stiring gossip, creating conflicts, organizing CP, and exposing black material, aren't these a kind of misunderstanding?"

"It's hard to be sure it's a misunderstanding." Yan Hui shook his head, "It's a particularity. What kind of person is worthy of love? I'm talking about love, not reverence. He must be far enough away, yet able to be alive and ordinary. people together."

Meng Huaiming followed him and said, "Even if you think that the big bosses of all parties also eat, drink, and sleep, it's very strange. They have things that we can't get, but they also say wrong things, get scolded, and like them." people, it is very real.

"They are cute, they are also tired and distressing, and they have a bright pride. Only in this way can they be loved by everyone."

Chu Qi patted his forehead: "It seems like this..."

"Look, you have been led astray."

Yan Hui smiled, "According to this logic, you think that the flaws that make them real are acceptable, but once you determine this criterion and you fall in love with someone beforehand, it is easy to be lowered many times .”

"All long-lasting feelings are actually paralyzing and confusing. You forget why you liked him in the first place, and you can no longer get happiness from idols."

"Aggressive fans are pulling you in, fans who are backing you down are hindering you, and opponents of the same type are hurting you, and you are caught in endless disputes, speculations and revelations, but you can no longer let go, because after all... once loved."

At this point, Yan Hui was taken aback for a moment.

"Then what about you?" Meng Huaiming asked suddenly.

Chu Qi's gaze flicked between the two of them, almost subconsciously choosing to run away.

"It's not the same." Unexpectedly, Yan Hui replied immediately.

But in the end, he didn't specifically say where he was "different".

Qiao He initiated a video request at night, and the three of them each took a pen and paper, as if they were in a meeting. When the screen popped up, Qiao He was a little dazed when he saw Yan Hui, and quickly smiled and said, "See you soon."

Meng Huaiming looked at Qiao He, then at Yan Hui, Qiao He had a "you son of a bitch" expression.

"How big do you think Wenshouquan is? Of course I want to know such a cute glutinous rice ball. We will talk about the two of us later..." She deliberately provoked: "That was a romantic and thrilling experience."

Meng Huaiming smiled but didn't smile, he knew Qiao He's unprofessional temper for a long time.

After she greeted Chu Qi a few more times and agreed to realize the trip to Tibet that they failed to complete next time, she began to get down to business.

It was not easy to smoke in front of the children, so Qiao He put a bag of potato chips on the side, and listened to the "click, click" sound, which was quite rhyme.

She acted casually, but her expression was extremely serious, showing a capable spirit.

She said to Meng Huaiming: "Fortunately, you contacted me in advance, otherwise this kind of workload would definitely not be completed in such a short period of time, and the little brother who does big data is very efficient." She held out a stack of bound books Printing paper, "There are only so many basic data, is it awesome?"

The joke ended here, Qiao He looked like a beauty blogger, fiddling with paper and electronic equipment under the screen, "You simulate first, I will listen to the order, and here I will paste the results of each group again."

Meng Huaiming had already told Yanhui what steps to simulate, so there was no need to say more.

Yan Hui said: "First of all, this kind of behavior often occurs in but not only in the online literature sector, such as self-media articles, impurity contributions, etc."

"Suppose, I want to imitate a person's article."

"Next, I will be this reserve writer lurking behind other people's works..."

Meng Chuqi gasped, what is this for?Scenario simulation?How to make it the same as the experiment.

"First of all, I must understand the operating rules of online literature, such as the exposure rate law of contribution websites, which most writers will do."

"But for 'me', since I have chosen a 'reference' mode, I still hope to be popular in my heart. This is a very understandable contradiction. So I will maximize the exposure rate, which is also the standard in the mass production mode. Commonly used methods in the studio."

"Due to investigations, reports from netizens, tracking of the same batch of authors, and the possibility of abnormal popularity in the early days, it seems that it is not common now. It seems that everyone is much smarter."

Meng Chuqi wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

Brother Yan's tone is quite different from usual, as if he is really a "imitation" writer now, and all his actions serve his purpose.

"For imitation, or plagiarism, it can be divided into three situations. Either the person is not aware of it, or the person thinks that this behavior does not constitute plagiarism, or he knows it is incorrect and is still lucky."

"This kind of psychology is not purely one-sided, it may be mixed, so I try to fit it as much as possible."

"The first step is writing."

"Now there are not many people who deliberately imitate writing style, because it is difficult to persist, there will be obvious divisions in the early and late stages, and the writing will be extremely unnatural."

"I will not knowingly commit a crime on this point, and I think the writing style is not too bad, at least higher than the basic requirements for online writing, so I don't pay attention to the writing style."

"Second, characters."

Yan Hui overturned the previous conclusion, he laughed: "The imitation of characters is desperate, but I am willing to give it a try."