Male god dominates the world [Quick Transmigration]

Zhong Louyu didn't know Mo Mo's doubts, and of course he didn't mean to answer them. After confirming that the original author of "The Voice of Shouting" might have completed the first draft, he immediately set out to find him.

This is not an easy task. Nowadays, more and more people are devoting themselves to literary creation. It is already a needle in a haystack to find a person among so many people, and Zhong Louyu doesn't even know the other person's name or other identities.

Sounds like a joke.

The influence of "Across the Six Worlds" is still constantly fermenting, let alone the subject of comprehension, there are only a few works that are also great gods in the entire competition.This is probably much more dazzling than Yu Qi's original achievements.And after joining the 'Troubleshooting Squad', the private group of the Internet literary master, Zhong Louyu's network undoubtedly expanded a lot.

Therefore, after the outline and general plot of "The Calling Name" were circulated by several trusted people, Zhong Louyu searched faster.

Qiao Li is a well-known literary worker. She has published two warm novels, and the response is not bad. At this time, she is worrying about her new book.

The name of the new book is "The Voice of Shouting". Like her previous novels, it tells the heart-warming stories in the society. The first draft has been roughly completed, but Qiao Li still feels unsatisfactory in some places. The publishing house that I had worked with before, after passing the review, temporarily regretted it and took the manuscript back.

She wants to write about every heart-warming thing in the world, calling for long-lost love in an indifferent society. No matter what others think, Qiao Li thinks this is a very great job, and she must devote herself wholeheartedly to ensure that Perfect.

Even if it offended the publishing house for this, it was a familiar editor who spoke for her, so the publishing house temporarily endured it and asked her to produce the finished manuscript within three months at least.

Qiao Li had discussed this matter with the editor, and made it very clear that this article will never be published until it is revised and perfected. As for the revision time, she herself is not sure.But as long as the publishing house is still willing to publish "The Voice of the Shouting", Qiao Li will first authorize it to them.

The process of immersing herself in revising the manuscript is not confining herself in the room, holding the manuscript, hanging a camera around her neck, and carrying a travel bag on her back, Qiao Li started a journey without a destination.Only by feeling life more, the heart-warming power in the article will be more, this is her creed.

Then one afternoon, in the alleys of the ancient city where the sun was shining, the phone rang suddenly.

The beautiful atmosphere was broken by the ringtone. Qiao Li didn't want to disturb others, so she quickly found a quiet place, took out her mobile phone and glanced at the caller.

is editor.

"Qiao Li, when you fell out with the publishing house, I was the one who helped you. Counting forward, when you first debuted, I was the one who supported you all the way to the present, right?" The editor's voice seemed She was very angry, "Tell me, I'm a little sorry sometimes!"

"Sister Yu, of course you have nothing to say to me. What's the matter?" Qiao Li was a little confused when she was scolded as soon as she turned on the phone.

"What happened? Don't you know this yet!" The person on the other end of the phone was still angry, took a few deep breaths, and then continued, "It's agreed, the publishing house of "The Voice of Shouting" will give priority to us, Why did you vote for someone else!"

Qiao Li glanced at the back reflexively, and there was the first draft: "How is it possible, my draft has not been revised yet..."

"Not finished?" The editor obviously didn't believe her words, "The editor-in-chief showed me the electronic version, how could it not be finished! Don't you think you can get away with changing your pseudonym? You don't even have the title of the book. change!"

Qiao Li was even more confused. Her pen name was her real name. How could she change her name casually? She hurriedly said, "Since the author's name is different, it might just be the title of the book. If Sister Yu doesn't believe it, I'll take a picture of the manuscript and show it to you right now." Send it over."

After hanging up the phone in a hurry, Qiao Li went back to the rented room, took pictures of the manuscripts in her backpack and sent them one by one, thinking that this would clear up the misunderstanding, but the editor only sent an angry expression and passed it on to her by the way. documents.

Things have developed until now, Qiao Li still can't figure it out, she received the document and checked it with the reader that came with her mobile phone.

As soon as the page popped up, she couldn't help frowning. She was more used to reading paper books than reading on mobile phones.But continuing to read, Qiao Li couldn't care less about these discomforts.

The quiet alleys of the ancient city, the well-meaning children and the elderly, the couple embracing each other quietly in a secluded corner...

A series of plain but inexplicably warm little stories are written by the author in simple and unpretentious words. The smiles of children and old people, and the tenderness and tenderness between lovers can easily make readers feel a surge of emotion in their hearts. warmth.

Jolie's eyes widened.

What's this!This is "The Voice That Shouts"!

This is the "Sound of Shouting" that she feels is not perfect yet and is currently revising!It's just that the manuscript in her hand is rough and naive like a child moaning without illness, but the one passed by the editor is like an afternoon of an elder who has experienced countless cities, seen the darkness and beauty of the world, and finally calmed down, still full of optimism and warmth. story.

It can be said that this is the perfect "The Voice of Shouting" in her imagination!

"Sister Yu! Where did you get this manuscript!" Qiao Li didn't have time to read on, and quickly called Sister Yu, but the other party's explanations for her were just excuses, and the more they talked, the more they talked. The more collapsed, Qiao Li didn't want to continue explaining because of her good temper, so she hung up the phone in a rage.

So what if she hung up the phone, Qiao Li continued to read the manuscript on her mobile phone.

The style of writing is her style, the choice of words and sentences is her habit, and even the structure is something she has conceived for a long time and is planning to implement.

It was as if I traveled back a few years later and wrote this book.

Jolie was horrified.

The phone rang again, and the perfect version of the manuscript was covered by the page that jumped out. Seeing that it was an unknown number, Qiao Li immediately wanted to hang up, but after thinking about it, she got connected.

This manuscript made her feel cold all over, and Qiao Li was eager to hear human voices.

"Hello, is this the author of "The Voice of Shouting", Qiao Li?" On the other end of the phone was an unusually pleasant male voice, whose language seemed to have a wonderful rhythm, which made people immerse themselves in it uncontrollably.

Qiao Li was dazed for a moment, confirmed that the other party was looking for her, and said: "I am Qiao Li, but I am not sure if I am the author of "The Voice of Shouting."

The man on the other side of the phone gave a chuckle, and the laughter seemed to touch the bottom of Qiao Li's heart with feathers. Even though her thoughts were disturbed, she couldn't help but blush: "If you are Qiao Li, then I am very sure that you are "Shouting" Creator of The Voice."

"you are?"

"I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Yu Qi, a contracted author of Initial Network."

What did the author of the web article come to find her for?Now that online literature is very strong, Qiao Li naturally has some understanding of it, but she doesn't usually read online literature very much, so her mind is full of questions at this time.

"I know you're confused now, why did I come back to look for you." The nice male voice on the opposite side continued, "I didn't have to make this call, and I didn't need to cast a net to find you. But as the author, this piece I can't ignore it."

"You have been plagiarized."

The word plagiarism hit Qiao Li on the head like a heavy hammer. She thought of the "Sound of Shouting" signed by Yang Yue, and clutched her phone tightly: "My article hasn't been published yet, how did you Do you know that I was plagiarized?"

The man on the opposite side chuckled a few times. Qiao Li held her breath and listened carefully. It seemed that she could hear a meow from the background sound. The silence lasted for a long time. Just when she thought the other party hung up the phone again, the man came again. Talk: "This matter is a bit complicated to talk about, and it is even more complicated to solve. I suggest that we two find a place to meet. Where are you now?"

"Jersey Town." Qiao Li blurted out, and felt a little reckless after she finished speaking, but it was too late, and the man opposite quickly replied.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, so let's meet at six o'clock, you choose the location or I choose?"

"Hedao Teahouse. It's clean here." Qiao Li waited for the other party to hang up the phone before putting down the phone. She turned on the screen saver and slid her fingers unconsciously.

All these things happened in one day, and anyone might be a little confused.

Zhong Louyu hung up the phone, picked up the ink, and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Meow?"

"I'm afraid it's a bit uncomfortable to check in, but just bear with it, I know you don't want to be separated from me, right?" Zhong Louyu walked briskly out of the rental house and got on the bus to the airport.

In the cage, Mo cried out aggrieved.

Baby, in fact, we can not be so troublesome!

The small town of Jersey is a somewhat remote and secluded town, which still retains the ancient style. Zhong Louyu hugged the cat, and soon found the Hedao Teahouse. After negotiating with the owner of the teahouse for a long time, Momo was allowed to enter.

After waiting for a short time, a handsome woman in ordinary clothes came in. She looked around the teahouse before walking over hesitantly.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yu Qi?"

Zhong Louyu stood up and said, "It's me, Miss Qiao, please sit down."

After Qiao Li was seated, he sat down again, almost without waiting, and went straight to the topic: "I know Miss Qiao is very confused about why I said you were plagiarized, and I came here this time to solve this matter. "

Qiao Li's eyes couldn't help looking at the elegant black cat sitting on the table, but when she heard this, she retracted her gaze and stared at Zhong Louyu: "Not long before your call came in, I I just got the news from the publishing house that my "The Voice of Shouting" has been submitted to another publishing house and has passed the final review."

"Is this contributor called Yang Yue?"

Jolie nodded.

Zhong Louyu leaned on the back of the chair, with his legs folded together, he smiled slightly, through the dense heat, he looked like a young master stepping out of an ancient ink painting: "You may not know, but he has another online The identity is a contracted author of the initial network called Emperor Against the World. A few weeks ago, because it was found to have plagiarized the works of multiple authors, and the evidence was solid, the author ID was deleted and he was ordered to return all the plagiarized works. "

"As for me, without knowing it, the other party got the entire outline of the new article, and finally had to temporarily open an article."

Qiao Li's eyes widened: "What do you mean by not knowing?"

"That is to say, I finished writing the outline and put it in the computer." Zhong Louyu said slowly, "But the other party used some kind of foul and cheating method to take it away."

"Because Yang Yue copied the full text of my work, so after he was kicked out of the online literary world, I paid more attention to him for a few days."

"Then I found out that he locked himself at home for nearly 20 days. After 20 days, he went out with a thick manuscript. Not long after that, there were rumors that he was about to publish a book."

"I don't believe that such a person can easily write a work that can pass the review after locking himself in the room for 20 days, so I asked my friends, saw some manuscripts, and started to search based on the name."

"And here you are."

Qiao Li folded her hands on the table. She stared at Zhong Louyu, as if trying to discern the authenticity of the other party's words, and finally sighed: "My situation is different from yours. "The Voice of Shouting" is indeed mine. The work, but Yang Yue produced it..." She gritted her teeth, with annoyance and unwillingness on her face, "What he produced is better than my manuscript, much more perfect."

Zhong Louyu shook his head: "Isn't it considered plagiarism just because the plagiarist's writing is better than yours?"

"Of course not!" Jolie gritted her teeth.

This book embodies her understanding of the world and depicts her own world.Every gust of wind and every cloud in this world has been carefully crafted by her in the palm of her hand. Even if there are still flaws and deficiencies, this is her world!

Her things, three years of hard work, why should they be taken away in 20 days!

"Any original creator cannot tolerate being plagiarized." Zhong Louyu looked at the woman in front of him, narrowing his eyes slightly, "But I don't recommend you to sue him for plagiarism right now."

"what do you mean?"

"Yang Yue copied the real thing from the Internet, and he still doesn't know how to repent. I can't pay attention to him all the time. If he plagiarizes any author in the future, the other party may not be as lucky as you." Zhong Louyu said, "Since the same author To sue him for plagiarism, why not make the matter bigger, drive Yang Yue out of the literary world, and make everyone not even want to look at his name!"

"As far as I know, "The Voice of Shouting" has been confirmed to participate in the annual online literature event, which is a very good platform."

The annual event of online literature has transformed into a literary event where online literature and real literature intermingle in recent years. Although it is not as good as the traditional literary awards, it is still enough to attract attention and has a certain weight in the entire literary world.

But it is very likely that the book "The Voice of Shouting" will be affected if it makes a big fuss about it.

Yang Yue's "The Voice of Shouting" is like Qiao Li's final revised version. She knows that with her own level, she may not be able to surpass Yang Yue in a short time.It may not be a big deal in the eyes of others that the original master's work has been compared by plagiarists, but it is a great shame to Qiao Li herself.

It is very likely that "The Voice of Shouting" will not have the day when it will be finished.

After sitting on the chair for a long time, the tea in front of her was no longer hot, so Qiao Li took a deep breath and raised her head.

"Then please!"

A plagiarist, an existence that any original creator hates, can completely drive a plagiarist out of the world of literature, and Qiao Li feels that she is not at a loss.

The black cat ink was spread out on Zhong Lou Yu's legs, and his slender fingers combed its hair thinly, making a purring sound from its comfortable throat.

"Leave everything to me. You just need to continue the previous itinerary and let "The Voice of Shouting" appear in front of readers in a perfect posture."

Qiao Li smiled wryly and shook her head: "I'm afraid I don't have the mood to continue writing manuscripts these days..."

As she spoke, she felt dizzy and a little drunk.Puzzled in his heart, he clearly drank tea, why did he get drunk, and when he was about to raise his head to talk to Zhong Louyu, the sun flashed in front of his eyes, but there was no teahouse, it was clearly a high-rise building, a bustling metropolis.

"Little Qiao, what are you doing in a daze?" Someone pulled her body, and when Qiao Li moved, she realized that she was wearing a professional suit and the most annoying high-heeled shoes on her feet.

This is where?How did she come here?

Zhong Louyu withdrew his hand, the rules of the world obediently cling to Qiao Li's body, and the other end pointed to the far side.

Maybe it's an international metropolis, maybe a small village in the deep mountains, maybe it's just the most ordinary street, Qiao Li's spirit will be connected to many people, and she can see everything she wants to see.

There is always compensation for being an original creator.

Zhong Louyu picked up Mo Mo and asked the waiter in the teahouse not to wake him up, then Shi Shi ran out of the teahouse.

As the sun gradually set in the west, he stopped, narrowed his eyes, looked at the sky, and said with a smile, "The sky here is much bluer than at home. Do Mo Mo want to stay for a few more days?"

"Meow?"

"It's just as if you agreed. By the way, it's been a long time!" Zhong Louyu held the cat in one hand and the phone in the other, walking in the ancient city with the light of dusk.

The last monthly competition of the year on Shishi.com ended successfully. "Six Realms" was expected to be the final winner, and it also unexpectedly beat out all the great gods, becoming the work with the highest total votes and winning the award for leading the network literature year. Admission tickets to the event.

At this time, the annual event of online literature also began to promote.

The grand event that will be held in January of the next year should release all the shortlists in December of this year. At this time, the authors who intend to enter the shortlists are always a little busy.

There are so many novels, it is impossible for the judges of the organizing committee to read them one by one. They always have to choose the ones with great authors first, and then the ones with big names. Try hard, let the judges read your work first.

According to the national conditions of Huaguo, it is always inevitable to treat guests to dinner, and the major hotels have a tendency to be full recently.

This is the first time that Wen Xin's author has the opportunity to be included in the candidate list of the event, and regardless of whether Zhong Louyu is willing or not, he has been dragging him to visit the judges in various cities these days.Fortunately, the quality of "Six Realms" itself is good, and because of the plagiarism incident of "Immortal Demon Lord", it has gained a great reputation. During this visit, most of the judges have already read it.

There are quite a lot of judges for the event, and the judges for different awards are not the same. It is impossible for Zhong Louyu to visit every one of them. Wen Xin carefully selected some judges who can make some connections. The number is not too large. Too much, a week of tossing is over.

After sending the last judge out the door, Zhong Louyu let out a long breath and looked at Wen Xin: "It's better not to be next."

Wen Xin drank a little too much, he waved his hand with difficulty: "No, no, don't you think I know a lot of people!" Stretching his waist and moving his body, he said, "Okay, we should go too .”

Zhong Louyu brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and then stood up. His appearance was much more elegant than Wen Xin, which directly attracted the other party's jealous eyes.

Obviously when we first met, he was also an otaku, why is he so... so indescribably good-looking!

Complaining silently in their hearts, the two had reached the hotel lobby and were about to go out when Wen Xin suddenly felt her feet go limp and fell obliquely, bumping into a pedestrian passing by in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He quickly stood up, stretching out his hand to pull up the person he hit, but someone rushed over quickly and pushed him away, "Cheng Lao, are you okay? How do you walk! "

A man in his 30s came over, with deep dark circles under his eyes. He was wearing a mid-range suit. He seemed to have worked hard on his image, but overall he looked a bit decadent.

The old man who was knocked down stood up with his hand and said, "Yang Yue, it's okay."

Yang Yue?

Zhong Louyu's fingers trembled, and then he noticed the man named Yang Yue, and after a little comparison, it overlapped with the photo on the optical brain.

This person is here too?

By the way, "The Voice of Shouting" was recommended by the publisher to enter the annual event, and he must have come here to canvass for his work.

Yang Yue's attitude towards the old man was very attentive. After the old man stood up and signaled that he was fine, he yelled at Wen Xin a few times. Wanting to stop him, Zhong Louyu walked over.

"You are Yang Yue?"

Yang Yue raised his head to look at the person in front of him, and immediately frowned.When the world-defying emperor still existed, in order to keep track of his opponent's dynamics, he followed the prayer's Weibo, and this time he recognized Zhong Louyu immediately.

Did the other party recognize him too? !

Glancing at the old man, Yang Yue couldn't help but panic.

"What a coincidence, one of my acquaintances is also named Yang Yue." Zhong Louyu said calmly, he apologized to the old man, and then pulled Wen Xin away.

Walking out of the hotel, Wen Xin's brain was awakened by the cold wind. With his fingers touching his temples, he shook his head and asked, "Wait a minute, I remember that the real name of the Emperor Against the World is Yang Yue... "

"The same name and surname, who knows." Zhong Louyu said lightly, and then asked, "Editor Wen, tell me, if one of the candidates for the annual online literature event, or even the award-winning works, is a plagiarized work, will it be plagiarized?" How about it?"

"How?" Wen Xin thought about it hard, "Probably the entire Internet literary world will be blown up, and the entire literary world may also be blown up."

"What about the plagiarist?"

"The urination of literati is estimated to be nailed to the pillar of shame for thousands of years... Don't laugh, I'm dizzy!" Caught off guard, Wen Xin was caught off guard by Zhong Louyu's extremely charming smile and his heart beat wildly.

Zhong Louyu blinked, noncommittal.

"Okay, you should go back and sober up."

On December [-], the Organizing Committee of the Annual Online Literature Festival announced the list of candidate works.

"Six Realms" and "The Name That Calls" are impressively listed.