Be a real Phoenix man

Across the two doors of the office and the bathroom, Fang Yibai's voice could not be heard clearly. Gu Xiaotang didn't notice the difference, and continued to knock on the door.

After knocking for the third time, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Fang Yibai was dressed neatly, only the short and refined hair was covered with water, which was full of moisture.Fang Yibai didn't care about the water stains on his hair, Fang Yibai raised his eyebrows slantingly, his deep eyes narrowed, Gu Xiaotang felt inexplicably oppressed when he spoke.

"What's the matter?" The three words were very simple and low, but Gu Xiaotang could hear the unbearable displeasure.

She shivered, and glanced at Fang Yibai strangely, but she couldn't see the problem, so she had to bite the bullet and say, "Something happened."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly handed over the tablet in his hand, for fear that the other party would be too slow.

What is displayed on the tablet is the Weibo interface.On it, there is a particularly eye-catching message:

"According to an industry insider, the domestic publishing industry is full of chaos: Internet literature authors are willing to be "hidden rules" by entity editors in order to find a way out; entity editors, in order to cater to the market, form a symbiotic relationship with Internet authors."

This news is very long. It is a long blog post that can be called "detailed content" and "amazing revelations". Objective and fair, but faintly aroused everyone's indignation.

The author did not directly name the so-called "editors" and "authors" in the article, but started with the false prosperity of the current Internet literature and IP market, pointing out that the current IP market in full swing is nothing but a bubble economy The false impression of the Internet is filled with a large number of low-quality and vulgar works. These works have saturated the IP market. Before long, investors will withdraw their funds one after another, making the field of online literature even more miserable.

Then, the author changed the topic again, pointing out that under such circumstances, the living conditions of online literature authors are miserable and embarrassing.Some people have gone through years of hard work and tortured by updating [-] words and tens of thousands of words a day, but they are still unable to stand out from the oversaturated novel market and fail to win the favor of readers. Make a fortune in the last heat of the IP market.Therefore, in order to find a way out, some authors set their sights on the publishing industry, which is a stable and solid field, although it cannot make a lot of money.

It's here that the author of this blog post begins to drop some insinuations.

He wrote, “On a large female-oriented literature website in China, an author who is good at writing about Tanmei is facing this dilemma.” After the copyright of the film and television was released, his talents were exhausted, readers were lost, and in the end he was willing to degenerate. In order to get a job, the author had an ulterior relationship with the editor of a top domestic literary publishing house." "The editor is the editor of this publishing house. The editor-in-chief of online literature planning, in fact, we can also regard it as a commercial transaction. The author of the online literature is excellent, the editor contributes, and after the transaction is completed, both parties will get something."

When Fang Yibai saw this, his face turned dark.He pursed the corners of his lips restrainedly, and saw the last paragraph.

"Just like the author exchange conference that the publishing house is about to hold, the publishing house has listed this author as a guest, which can obviously increase the discussion and popularity of the topic, and once the author attends, he will also gain recognition from now on." There is nothing wrong with it. It is a pity that in this transaction of capital and beauty, the real pure land of literature is moving away from us.”

The text stops here.

The whole article does not seem to criticize or accuse anyone. Although the tone is sharp, it is by no means mean, and even vaguely reveals the meaning of compassion.

Fang Yibai glanced briefly at the comments, his brows deeply furrowed into a furrow.

The author of this blog post was mosaiced. The entire blog post was reposted by a big V on the Internet, and then reposted by several friends in this big V’s circle. It has only been a few hours, and it has already accumulated 1+ comments, more than [-] reposts.

Among so many comments, it is no surprise that the real identities of "a certain top publishing house" and "a certain online author" who were about to say something in the blog post were all stripped clean at once. The name "Walking on the Ground" has been pushed to the top of the hottest position.

Then what followed was a flood of abuse and accusations against the two parties.

"It's no wonder that Qingluan's giant essay is getting worse and worse. It turns out that all the kung fu was spent on the bed. Oh, God has eyes."

"Hua Lin is not much better. All the big editors who are awesome are all like this, and they will go out of business sooner or later."

"Don't insult the word literature, bah, they don't deserve it!"

There are all kinds of bad reviews.

Gu Xiaotang looked at Fang Yibai's face, and said with a frowning face, "Editor He's place has been bombarded by phone calls and he can't hold it anymore. He told me to come and ask you for instructions. What should I do next?"

Editor-in-Chief He Chengyun is the unlucky "Editor-in-Chief of Internet Literature Planning" in this blog post.Gu Xiaotang stays in his office every day, and knows how busy he is at work, God knows where he finds time to chat with some web writers?

She felt wronged for Editor-in-Chief He.

Seeing that Fang Yibai frowned and said nothing, Gu Xiaotang gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't we cancel this exchange meeting? Although we all know that the po owner is talking nonsense, it's better to keep a low profile on the cusp of the storm. Otherwise, it would be bad for the publishing house and the authors. Well, there are already many reporters blocking the door of the publishing house, and Ruoshui kept calling to ask about the situation..."

Hearing this, Fang Yibai's pupils trembled slightly. He finally raised his eyes from the tablet, narrowed his eyes and glanced at Gu Xiaotang, then lowered his eyelids silently, and a strand of wet temple hair stuck to his forehead following this movement. The forehead blocked his expression, making his whole face look much darker.

This rare scene made Gu Xiaotang feel depressed.Could it be that the boss was hit?

Gu Xiaotang called out a little uncomfortable, but Fang Yibai turned his back and only waved at her.

"Go out first, let me think about it." His voice was a little hoarse, and Gu Xiaotang was startled by the deep voice after carefully distinguishing it.

No way, the tough cousin was really hit?

She wanted to say something, but dared not speak, hesitated for a long time and finally closed the door and left.

Fang Yibai sank into the sofa.He turned on the computer, found the blog post, and flipped through the comments one by one.

The more I looked at it, the more the anger that was simmering back and forth was about to burst out, but it was accompanied by deeper pain and annoyance.

His anger and heartache were not for himself, but more for Qingluan.

Why do these people slander him like this?This matter has nothing to do with Qingluan from the beginning to the end.If Qingluan is at fault, it is also because he has a reader like himself who has troubled him.

He just wanted to meet Qingluan in the name of the author's conference, but he brought such an innocent disaster to Qingluan.

Fang Yibai's dark and deep eyes narrowed slightly, half mocking and half powerless inside.For the first time he felt so powerless.

Perhaps he should have given up on the idea of ​​holding an exchange conference. I am afraid that only in this way can this matter gradually subside and be forgotten by people.

Fang Yibai turned his fingers, clicked on Qingluan's work page on Ruoshui.com, and looked at the comment section with deep frowns.Beneath the latest chapter, the comment section is almost entirely overrun with taunts, curses and accusations.

The speed of news spreading on the Internet is astonishingly fast. Within a few hours since the blog post on Weibo was published, the news has already spread to Ruohydrology.com.

As if in an instant, all the readers saw the "hidden" transaction "with their own eyes", and stood on the moral high ground to ridicule Qingluan with one voice.Including those who liked him and those who didn't like him.

Yes, this time, even Qingluan's few supporters stopped speaking out. They silently expressed their disappointment and then disappeared, refusing to defend Qingluan any more.

As for Qingluan, he rarely replied to readers' comments, and even less this time.But I'm afraid he has seen it all.

This is what he brought to Qingluan.

Fang Yibai's fingers clenched tightly, his joints turned bluish white.He glanced at his previous message: "If I also want you to participate in the author conference, would you like to go?" He suddenly felt a great sense of ridicule and frustration.

In this way, how could Qingluan be willing to come?I'm afraid he will avoid Hua Lin like a snake and scorpion when he sees Hua Lin from now on.

Fang Yibai lowered his head silently, the water droplets from his forehead dripped down his face onto his tightly pressed and stiff lips, it was icy cold.

Ye Qingluan looked at the two text messages received on his mobile phone and was suddenly at a loss.

"Qingluan, I really want to see you."

"I think about you every day and every night."

The screen he was touching in his hand seemed to become hot all of a sudden, and Ye Qingluan accidentally dropped the phone on the ground.

Fortunately, the quality of the mobile phone is good, and it did not break.Ye Qingluan picked it up, but didn't dare to read those two text messages anymore.

The enthusiasm that Feng entered my arms made him overwhelmed.He never thought that Feng Ruo Wo, who was so restrained and reticent before, would become so enthusiastic as he is now, so enthusiastic that he regretted it a little.

Maybe he shouldn't easily communicate with readers beyond Two-dimensional...

But now, it's too late to regret.Ye Qingluan scratched his hair in distress, unable to answer Feng's question.

He couldn't tell the fact that he was a man.It is even more impossible to tell him that he has a tail that reaches the sky.

——Ah, so he shouldn't have replied Feng Ruo's message back then! !

Ye Qingluan lay on the bed annoyed, but tilted his head, looking back at his flamboyant tail feathers that were too exaggerated to bear to look directly at.I haven't looked at it carefully for two days, but the tail is long and slender and gorgeous, not only gorgeous, but also softer. Part of the fluff covered the soles of his feet, causing a slight itching.

The itching was not uncomfortable, and he had gotten used to it after so many days.Gently, softly, like a stream of warm spring water was washing the soles of his feet vaguely, relaxing his tired nerves, feeling inexplicably comfortable.

In fact, after looking at it for a long time, this tail is not, not so annoying.

However, if you always carry it, how can you tell him to meet people?

Ye Qingluan complained helplessly and lazily. Under the scratching of the fluff, his consciousness gradually became loose and drifted. After a while, he closed his eyelids heavily and fell asleep.

The spring day was warm and cold, and the cool wind was blowing in from the unclosed windows. Ye Qingluan hummed unconsciously, and goosebumps appeared on his arms.

At this moment, the tail feathers that were lying quietly on the bed suddenly fluttered up, and the bright golden light with a little bit of blue light immediately spread all over the room, as if a galaxy locked in the room.However, the next moment, the brilliance faded away, and the tail feathers fell again, but it softly covered Ye Qingluan's body, covering his bare arms.

Ye Qingluan moved his body comfortably, rubbing the fine hair on his cheek.

When I woke up again, it was another night.

Ye Qingluan was in a daze for a while as usual, and then got up and sat up. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and stared at it for a long time before he came to his senses.

His tail, gone again...

He blinked his eyes ignorantly, not knowing what was going on.