Be a real Phoenix man

Ten p.m.

Jian Shuangcheng picked up his phone and looked at the time, feeling a little anxious.The halo in the bar swayed back and forth in front of his eyes, making him dizzy.

Ten fifteen.The person he was waiting for finally came.It was a tall, thin middle-aged man. He walked in and scanned around, saw Jian Shuangcheng who was sitting at the bar raised his arms to say hello, and then walked over in a weary look.

This person is "Zizhan" the editor of Ruohydrology.com.

"I'm sorry, the company is busy today, and I'm only free now after working overtime." Zizhan said as he raised his legs and sat down, taking a sip of the coffee placed in front of him.

There was a faint smell of alcohol on him.Today is the critical period in the middle of the online writing competition. The editors of the entire website have summed up and reviewed together to check for omissions and make up for gaps, so as to ensure that the competition will go on better. They also had dinner together in the evening, which is why it has been delayed until now. .

Jian Shuangcheng waved his hands indifferently, and smiled: "It's okay, it's just a coincidence that I made an appointment."

He glanced at the menu at the side, and said inadvertently, "I called you out today, it's been a long time, and I want to call an old friend out for a sit down, how about we have a drink?"

Seeing a trace of hesitation on Zizhan's face, he paused, sighed again, and said, "Actually, there is something I didn't tell you. I also want to change careers to be a writer recently. But who knows... the writer's line The road is difficult."

Jian Shuangcheng ordered a cocktail by himself, then raised the glass and lowered it, looking quite lonely.Seeing that Zi Zhan felt sympathetic and curious.

Zizhan thought about it, and felt that it was not righteous enough for him to sit here, so he simply ordered a glass and let go of the drink.

"I wanted to ask you before, but you know that when the editor's work is busy, I can't take care of other things, so I haven't asked. Where did you go after you left?" Zizhan asked with a frown: "Why do you want to be a writer again?"

This question seems to be asking about the pain point of Jianshuangcheng. He smiled wryly and drank a glass of wine: "Oh, don't mention it, what else can we do writing work? Let's not talk about it. I recently switched to writing Hands, I really tasted bitterness."

Jian Shuangcheng took advantage of the situation and vomited bitterness to Zizhan.He described himself as a new writer who was just starting out and struggling, and was overwhelmed by the task of changing [-] or even [-] a day every day.

This time, I took part in the online writing contest again without compromising my capabilities. Seeing the votes of other writers surpassing my own by a large margin, I felt depressed and lonely, but I had to continue.Days like this are really tormenting people crazy, but it's a pity that the profession of a writer is a loner, and there is nothing to talk to.

Hearing this, Zizhan couldn't help feeling more sympathetic. He has been an editor for at least seven or eight years. Of course, he deeply understands the difficulty of being a writer, so he said in a half-complaining, half-joking tone: "Hey, we have worked together for so long. , If you have anything to ask me, don’t treat me like a brother.”

He reached out and patted Jian Shuangcheng's shoulder, poured himself another glass of wine, and swallowed it all with his head raised.

After going back and forth several times, both of them got drunk, especially Zizhan, who had just drank at the party, and now drank again.

While comforting his former colleagues, he showed Jian Shuangcheng a few clicks on his mobile phone: "Look, brother, I am now the chief editor of each group. If you can't do it, come back to work. I'll give you , arrange the best position for you."

Jian Shuangcheng took advantage of the opportunity to look over, his face was quite moved, his nose was sore, he rubbed the corners of his eyes, and said a few words of thanks in a hoarse voice.

The two drank for a while, Zizhan got up to go to the bathroom in a daze, and Jian Shuangcheng waited here alone.

Zizhan went to the toilet, but his mobile phone was left here, lying quietly on the bar.

Jian Shuangcheng's slightly drunken red eyes brightened up in a trance, and the drunkenness just now disappeared without a trace.He looked around and quickly picked up Zizhan's cell phone.

He just saw Zizhan's lock screen password.

Enter six digits and the screen lights up.Then open the APP of Ruohydrology.com and log in automatically.

Jian Shuangcheng became slightly excited.Holding his breath, he entered the background page of the online writing competition with the authority of the leader of Zizhan's editorial team.

As soon as the page was redirected, a long list of participating authors appeared, and each name was followed by information such as their entries, number of votes, topicality, total reading volume, and rising popularity.

Jian Shuangcheng frowned and rummaged through the past. Finally, his eyes lit up, and his eyes were fixed on a name.

Title: 24 Bright Moons; Author: Qing Luan in the Sky Walks on the Ground.

His eyes suddenly widened, his hands loosened, and he almost dropped the phone to the ground!

It turned out to be him!All kinds of speculations flashed across Jian Shuangcheng's mind for a moment. His eyes swept over and saw the total data of "24 Bright Moons".

Although the number of votes won has not surpassed myself, but based on the ratio of total readings to votes, the vote rate of "24 Bright Moons" is far higher than myself!Not only that, but the rising popularity of this article is far above him.

Jian Shuangcheng's face suddenly darkened.Anyone can surpass him, but he never imagined that this person turned out to be Qingluan in the sky walking on the ground.

There was the sound of upside-down footsteps from behind, Jian Shuangcheng restrained his expression, and quietly put the phone back to its original place.

When things got to this point, he had to make plans early.

The game has progressed to the present, and many things have taken shape.

For example, the top ten has almost come to a conclusion.The number of votes for these articles was far higher than others, and some readers even guessed the real identity of the author, which attracted a large number of people to watch.These great gods have a solid readership, and unless their own writing collapses in the future, the number of votes will be firmly in the forefront.

In addition, there were two other articles that caught the attention of the editorial department.The author of an article is a hot master in the outstation.Although the game is anonymous in the front office, the editors can see it.

The editors of Ruoshui.com are very pleased to be able to attract great masters from other stations to participate in the competition.

Another article is even more surprising, it turned out to be the work of Qingluan from the sky who fell to the bottom of the valley before.

The editorial department once thought that this former master had experienced all kinds of blows and would never recover from a setback, but he didn't expect that this time he could single-handedly break into the top ten, and the number of votes even has a rapid upward trend.

If Qingluan in the Sky and Walking on the Ground can win the top three with this work, and make a good comeback, it will definitely bring about an extremely hot discussion, and the topic will rise, whether it is for him or the website. excellent thing.

All insiders are full of unexpected expectations for "24 Bright Moons".

It's just that I didn't expect that things suddenly changed at this moment.

The reviews of "24 Bright Moons" suddenly changed drastically!Someone said in the comment area: "Does anyone think the routine of this article is familiar? The protagonists are all bullied and framed, and then rise up to counterattack in anger. They are decent on the outside and ruthless on the inside. It's too obvious!"

This was a small voice of discord drowned in many comments. According to the update speed of the comments below "24 Bright Moons", it will inevitably be buried soon.Unexpectedly, overnight, this comment was pushed up several times, and a considerable tall building was built.

"Isn't it too polite to say that it's a meme? This is obviously the number one copy of the big core meme! Such a plagiarism can also be in the top ten, if it is a water net pill."

Some readers of "24 Bright Moons" felt dissatisfied, and refuted a few sentences under this comment, but they didn't want to attract more violent attacks. It seemed that somehow, the comment area that was happy yesterday suddenly became full of sex. All rebuttals and justifications were drowned out by this storm of accusations.

For works on Ruoshui.com, reviews are very important.If there are good comments displayed on the homepage, it will often attract new readers to try to read this article; but if the comment area is full of swearing and accusations, passing readers will inevitably have feelings for this article. negative impression.

The influence of public opinion is dire.In just three days, the total reading volume of "24 Bright Moons" skyrocketed due to the "plagiarism" dispute, but the vote rate dropped significantly, and the total votes stagnated, and even began to slowly lose.

Many readers who have not read both articles were affected, and began to feel annoyed that they had read the plagiarized work. praise.

Someone even went to the reporting center of the website to report the plagiarism of "24 Bright Moons", but unfortunately it was not recognized by the website, so they were even more indignant, and went to Weibo and forums to say that Ruoshui.com actually allowed the plagiarized work to participate.

This is right in the arms of Jian Shuangcheng.

Whether or not "24 Bright Moons" plagiarized him is not important at all, what matters is who has the right to speak, and whose words most readers are willing to listen to.

The former Ye Qingluan couldn't grasp his huge readership, and today's downcast him is even more unable.

When Ye Qingluan knew about this, the one-sided abuse of him in the comment section had already become common practice.

At that time, he had just exhausted his energy and typed five thousand words and sent it out. He was about to fall asleep from exhaustion when his heart suddenly moved.

The congratulatory text message sent by Yi Bai in front of him was lying quietly in the phone for three days. The text message said congratulations to him for winning the high votes this time, and the text below is also full of praise. As long as he keeps going, he will definitely get a good ranking in this competition .

Ye Qingluan couldn't believe it, he has become a frightened bird now.

Even from the first day when he posted his essays for the competition, he was worried and afraid, for fear that his writing skills would really plummet and he would not be able to write touching stories.But on the other hand, Fang Yibai's words that day still echoed in his ears.

"Not only did you create the stories you wrote, but those stories shaped who you are today."

"You have written extremely wonderful words, and all of these words have accumulated your height today."

Today's him will definitely not be the same as before... Ye Qingluan wanted to believe so.

He immerses himself in coding every day, trying to keep his mind on nothing, posting after coding, turning off the computer after sending, not looking at anything, not thinking about anything. After doing this, he is really more able to devote himself to his own writing, the writing before and after To be more fluent.

But it has been like this for more than a month.Repressed in a certain corner of his heart, he was still ready to move.

He can't really do not care what the readers say. A writer becomes a writer because he writes for readers.

Today, half of the race schedule is over, so let's see what the readers think, it's okay...

Ye Qingluan was a little apprehensive, a little excited, and a little uneasy thinking.So, with trembling fingers, he opened the long-lost comment section.