paper idol

"Title? Name what?" Rou Jiang looked at Qu Lebai suspiciously, and said, "Is this trying to squeeze out your last bit of value?"

Recalling what the boss said a few hours ago, Qu Lebai felt that he hadn't reacted yet, and put on a helpless expression to repeat it to Rou Jiang: "Although the ghostwriting scandal was exposed, the publisher thinks this is an opportunity. , a win-win opportunity.”

"Win-win?"

"I don't know if there were brainless romance novels that were popular when you were studying? The kind of "Long Ritian, You Are Dead", some authors' works are as long as they are, and they can write my five years' worth in one year. Of course there is an assembly line. The production is credited, but more importantly, it was not written by one person, but a studio. A group of people share a pseudonym, accumulate fame quickly and earn a lot." Qu Lebai said.

"Is this...to turn your pen name into a studio? Find a group of people to write for you?" Rou Jiang narrowed her eyes.

"This kind of thing is not uncommon. For example, a considerable part of Alexandre Dumas's works were written by others. The literary world still distinguishes between the gunman and himself. Even today's Internet literary masters, there are many who provide outlines after becoming famous. The rest will be handed over to the studio gunner to complete." Qu Lebai explained.

"No, no, I don't think this is abnormal, it's just..." Rou Jiang tapped her forehead and said: "Either you count your fame as a stockholder, and you will have your share of the royalties in the future; or you can buy it out at a high price. Cure your nephew's illness in one go, or you won't do it."

Rou Jiang thought very simply, anyway, for Qu Lebai, this pseudonym has long been a burden, so the discount is not bad.She had discarded the name "STR" herself, so she naturally didn't feel how important a title was.But the pen name is different from the circle name, it can continue to make profits, and there are more and more, so it is more cost-effective to share.If the publishing house is willing to share, then she will praise the other party for "enough loyalty"; if she doesn't want to be a brother, she has to show a little businessman's appearance.

Originally, she was worried that Qu Lebai would be reluctant to bear the pseudonym, or that she would have inappropriate self-esteem, thinking that she had been humiliated, but seeing Qu Lebai seriously explaining the anecdote about Dumas, she put her mind back.

Qu Lebai shook her head helplessly, and said, "That's not the case."

"The publishing house doesn't care if I wrote a piece of Chun's article. The contract I signed with them stipulated that if they are not satisfied, they can find someone to replace me at any time. They have even found a shooter for me. They were just angry that I didn't explain the situation to them." Qu Lebai said: "But it's different now, they have already announced the matter, and if they find the shooter at this time, the readers will not agree—even if the readers actually know out."

"I can tell the difference." Rou Jiang blurted out.

Qu Lebai smiled and said, "Thank you."

The smile was sincere and bright, as relaxed and bright as her tone of voice.Rou Jiang soon realized that the person in front of her had really changed.

If she was ten days ago, it would have been impossible to meet the boss—she even set up a meeting time—of course, it would be impossible to talk about ghostwriting in front of her.She has the courage to face the past and look forward to the future.

Qu Lebai went on to say: "The meaning of the publishing house is that since the pen name is no longer a specific person in the eyes of the public, then let it become a symbol. Do you know "Death.Death.Pen.Note"? Kira or L, that sort of symbol."

"Inheritance?"

"Back to the origin, it's the naming."

"Title?"

"They want to hold a writing competition, so they use the name 'Yi Yi Chun', whoever wins... whoever wins can inherit this pseudonym." Qu Lebai shook his head helplessly, and said, "What is this?" Is it a beauty pageant like Miss Hong Kong? Whoever writes well, who is the next generation of Yichun? I haven’t realized it yet, it feels like I heard a joke.”

Qu Lebai touched his forehead, made sure he didn't have a fever, looked at Roujiang, and said, "What do you think?"

"Hmm..." Rou Jiang prolonged the ending, and reached out to touch the temperature of Tan Qu Le Bai's forehead, and said after a while: "It's better not to do it, but it's not impossible, it's still the same sentence, either count as your share, Or buy it out at a high price. If it is used for this purpose, then it is not enough just to cure the disease, at least you have to buy a house in Shanghai? Do you think it is cheap?"

Qu Lebai looked slightly hesitant, and Rou Jiang said: "The publishing house dares to mention this because it knows that you have no intention of writing articles. Either choose a successor to inherit the previous fans, or get out of the hole and step back to increase the popularity. Back then I made my debut as an anchor When someone suggested that I use my previous name, it’s the same idea. In principle, don’t agree unless the conditions are attractive.”

Qu Lebai was very skeptical: "Is this really feasible? I even thought the boss was cheating on me."

"There's nothing that won't work," Rou Jiang said with a disdainful smile, "Aren't all people like this now?"

Regardless of how the public opinion pushes people to turn black and white, even if it is mud in this world, as long as it can win the attention of social networks for a moment, people are willing to wipe it on themselves.What's more, the matter of ghostwriting can be big or small, some people think it's an unforgivable black spot, and naturally some people don't care.Recently, Yichun Chun's Weibo followers have increased dramatically, but Qu Lebai didn't know about it.

How can there be standards for the Three Views?

Just like herself, after changing her glamorous skin, the sunspots disappeared, and even if there were still some, they couldn't make waves.At that time, she thought it was ridiculous. What about the strength of the e-sports circle that was promised?The fact that I lost solo was a solid "black spot", and I committed suicide because of it back then, but it was nothing at all.

Only later did she understand that the bottom line of the public is high and low.As long as I don't care, it's like it doesn't exist.

It's a pity that Qu Lebai just cared, even if she knew this truth, she still cared.

That being the case, why not lead her onto the single-plank bridge in person.Anyway, with her company, she won't fall.

Thinking of this, the smile on Rou Jiang's face reappeared, and she said to Qu Lebai: "What do you think? If you are not sure, you can talk to me."

Hearing this, Qu Lebai was not surprised, but made a slightly hesitant expression, biting his lip and looking at Roujiang.Rou Jiang knew that Qu Lebai had already made up her mind.

Sure enough, after three seconds of hesitation, Qu Lebai asked softly: "Back then... when you decided to be an anchor, why did you change your name?"

Rou Jiang said: "I plan to transform, but the style of the name is wrong."

"Your Weibo certification is 'former retired e-sports player', why not 'well-known anchor'?" Qu Lebai asked.

Rou Jiang froze for a moment, unable to answer.

"Actually, you still care about this..." Qu Lebai smiled and said, "You care, and so do I. I want to get my name back." Qu Lebai looked at Roujiang, his eyes were wider than ever Be firm every time.

grab it back.

These three words surprised Rou Jiang, it turned out that this pseudonym was so important to Qu Lebai, it could even make her fight against the cowardice seeping from the bottom of her heart and become a warrior.

"How to do it?"

"Didn't they want to heat up the competition and take advantage of my previous fame? Let them use it. But they didn't say I couldn't participate." Qu Lebai said: "The result of the competition is decided by voting. I want the readers to admit it. It's a stroke of spring."

Rou Jiang was still in a daze.

Qu Lebai asked Roujiang: "Then when do you plan to get your name back? I know you care about 'STR', just like I care about 'a stroke of spring'."

The name is the shortest mantra, the simplest and most precise summary of human nature.Choosing a name is like choosing a character, a way forward.Qu Lebai couldn't abandon this pseudonym at all, and thought of herself as her heart, Rou Jiang should not be willing to give up the tough name of "STR".

Even if she no longer hates her femininity and "Rou Rou", that doesn't mean she doesn't want to keep "STR".It was picked out letter by letter by herself.

Rou Jiang lowered her head and said, "No more."

The name represents her failures, her past.She doesn't want to mention it again.

Qu Lebai was slightly distracted, and then said: "Ah, then I guessed wrong... But this has nothing to do with what we are talking about. I still don't want to part with this pen name, and I want to get it back."

Rou Jiang felt more and more that Qu Lebai had really changed a lot.In a way, even braver than himself.

So far, Roujiang's team has been prepared, and it's almost just a step away.

Son A confirmed with her: "This is the talent I planned to find. I have a different standard from yours, so there will be a big difference. Please confirm."

Rou Jiang accepted the document, and previewed it while saying: "I believe in your vision, otherwise we would not be able to keep in touch after retiring, and now we are still forming a team together."

Son A smiled wryly, and said, "It is precisely because of the different standards of judging people that we have been able to hang out for so long. Anyway, I despise people like myself the most. I don't know if you are the same."

Rou Jiang looked at the document intently, took a screenshot of a few names, and said, "These few are not good, and their personal abilities are not outstanding. I also have a list here, take a look."

Rou Jiang also passed a minute of the file over, A opened it and looked at it for two seconds, then smiled and said, "Look, I said that our standards are different. The people you mentioned either have good coordination skills, Either the overall situation is good. I choose them because they can unite a team. Tactics are the core of tactics, they are not the core, they are tactics."

"As for the few people you favor, I have considered them all, but I still didn't list them in the end. They are indeed outstanding in personal ability, but it is not easy to cooperate with others. In this way, one Bimon is enough. Speaking of which, Bimon can It’s really like you when you were young, no wonder you like him.” At this point, son A paused and said: “We are really different, how can you look down on yourself? You are simply narcissistic! No wonder they all called You 'sharp knife'."

The sharp knife that pierces the enemy's heart and cannot be pulled out.

Rou Jiang shook her head and said, "Don't mention what happened so long ago. It's better to discuss the candidates."

Son A shrugged and said: "I expected this situation a long time ago, so I searched for amateurs with good skills in advance. Many people have good basic skills, but their style has not yet formed. You pick a few good seedlings and build yourself The look you want. The amateur account is in the second part, and the bright moments are all made into video links, which are put in the back."

"Son A is really reliable in doing things." Rou Jiang praised.

But immediately, she couldn't laugh anymore, because she saw a familiar ID, a familiar battle.

"Who is 15263544536251?" Rou Jiang asked.

"You can read this string of numbers proficiently, and you are articulate, admirable!" Son A praised, and then said: "Speaking of which, this seedling is quite destined to be with you. Have you seen the following video? Hahahahahaha Haha, it was the round he played against you, I chose it on purpose, do you remember?"

"Why him?"

"I like him very much, and I hooked up with him on the trumpet. He is very talented. He just became an adult last year, which is the golden age. Before, his parents were strict, but now that he is in college, he can't control him anymore, and he plays games like crazy. Parents’ opposition is not a problem, once the salary conditions are set out, it’s likely to be compromised. The problem now is whether you can’t think of him—anyway, I think it’s good.” It can be seen that son A really likes him, so he will repeat it again and again. Not bad again and again.

Rou Jiang's voice cooled down, and said, "I remember him."

"Hey, isn't it good to have an impression? Could it be that you are also interested in it? How about it, sign it!" A son excitedly urged.

"Do you remember the last game before I retired? The opponent was him." Rou Jiang said.

"At that time he was not yet an adult, how could he play professional games! You lied!" A son sneered, and then realized something, and the expression on the screen changed slightly: "You mean... that bet?"

Rou Jiang nodded silently, with complicated emotions in her beautiful eyes.

He was 17 last year when he came of age, that is to say beat himself.It really is a genius.

Rou Jiang can no longer remember how this string of numbers attacked her on Weibo, so that she was so angry that she wanted to gamble her career to defend her dignity.But she remembers how she lost.

Over the years, she often recalled that day.She knew that she had made a few small mistakes, but overall the tactics were right——in terms of Rou Jiang's own fighting principles, she was right.She has watched the commentary replay, and they all said what should be done at certain times, but Rou Jiang knew that even if she did it a thousand times or ten thousand times, she would not be able to do so.With such a personality and such a style, she must be "not so good".

The purpose of the game is to win. It is reasonable to analyze the strategy based on the results, but Rou Jiang cannot accept it.

She knows that she is more "professional" than the other person, because her mistakes are much less than that string of numbers.Even in this situation, if she still lost, it can only show one thing: her tactical style is "wrong".

It's a mistake if the sharpness of technology doesn't match the arrogance of personality.

Rou Jiang was hit by such a cognition to the point of cutting her wrists, but she never expected that the creator of the cognition would appear in her life again, and was named and praised by son A, and tried to be stuffed into her team.

Emotionally, she doesn't like this string of numbers and doesn't want him; intellectually, she knows that this string of numbers is suitable for her team.

Son A choked for a while, before saying: "Then...doesn't that mean that he is very powerful and suitable for playing professionally?"

Seeing that Rou Jiang didn't agree, he added stiffly: "The past is the past, don't take it to heart. The team is the most important thing now."

Rou Jiang sighed in her heart, son A is a good brother, but he really doesn't know how to speak, it's exactly the same as before.How do I explain this psychological rejection?

Rou Jiang smiled bitterly, and said, "Let me think about it, it's already late today, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow."