Genius writer

Tian Tian called Zhuang Mo, but Zhuang Mo kept busy and didn't reply to WeChat, so Tian Tian planned to go to his house to have fun.He lived there for a week and came home with ease.

It took Tian Tian more than an hour by bus to arrive at Zhuang Mo's community.The weather was not good, he caught up with a thunderstorm, and he took shelter in the pavilion of the community, but a Tesla Model X sped past, splashing rain all over his body.

"Damn it!" Tian Tian collapsed, is this the retribution for his crime? !

The Tesla Model X pulled back, lowered the window, and the owner said with a paralyzed face, "I'm sorry... um, it's you?"

Tian Tian: "!"

Tian Tian: "Da... good evening!"

Xuanyuan: "What are you doing here?"

Tian Tian: "I... I came to find Master..." put on small shoes for my colleagues.

Xuanyuan: "Come up."

Tian Tian: "No, no, no, no!" He was wet, and he felt embarrassed to get the car dirty.

Xuanyuan: "..."

The door slid open quietly.

Tian Tian was stunned to realize that his car door didn't open sideways, but lifted up slowly, posing in a pose of a roc spreading its wings, very silly!Not only is it silly, but it also caused the heavy rain to sweep everything into the car!

Tian Tian watched helplessly as his Xuan Yuan became as stupid as he was.

Xuanyuan asked with rain on his face: "Can you come up?"

Tian Tian replied with a face full of rain: "Okay, okay..."

Anyway, there seems to be no difference between the inside of the car and the outside...

Sitting wet in the wet car, the two of them drove to Zhuang Mo's house. If Zhuang Mo hadn't come out to save the driver in time, they would have been almost bitten to death by Rio.

"What wind brought the two of you here together?" Zhuang Mo welcomed the two soaked chickens into the door, looked at them teasingly, and wondered how far they had progressed.

Tian Tian took a peek at Xuan Yuan, and quickly explained: "I met Da Da on the road! I have something to do with you, and you won't answer your phone or reply to your WeChat."

"Sorry, I was discussing the plot with Teacher Xiao Ren just now."

Zhuang Mo got bath towels and led them into the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms respectively.

Tian Tian had something important to do, so he took a shower and walked to the living room with a towel on.And Xuanyuan poked his head out from upstairs, the boss said unhappily: "The water is too cold."

Zhuang Mo sat leisurely on the sofa soaking in Biluochun: "Tian Tian, ​​is the water cold?"

Tian Tian: "It's okay!"

Zhuang Mo: "You can do it."

Xuanyuan: "That won't work, you want to freeze me to death, my bath water has a constant temperature of 55 degrees."

Zhuang Mo: "Where are you shedding your hair?" He winked and asked Tian Tian to adjust the water temperature for him, and Xuan Yuan shrank back in satisfaction.

"What do you want me to do at night?" Zhuang Mo held the tea, looking peaceful.

Recently, Teacher Xiao Ren has been very enthusiastic about him, and his life is sweet.

Tian Tian told Zhuang Mo what happened to Tianliang Wang Po.As soon as he mentioned Xie Xiangrong, he got angry and asked Zhuang Mo to comment: "Editor Xie only looks at the data, so he is completely irresponsible to the author. You told me that if an editor or a company wants to develop, it must treat the author well. But what she is doing now is that she only cares about the great gods and the life and death of the small authors, and all the small authors have run away, what good is it for the platform?"

Zhuang Mo hummed: "Take it lightly, Teacher Xiao Ren is typing upstairs."

"..."

"What's the name of her book?"

"'Perfect Match'."

"send to me."

Zhuang Mo opened the app, and spent a little time browsing through the first ten chapters.An author's skills and level can basically be seen in [-] words.

"So what are you going to do?" Zhuang Mo asked Tian Tian.

"I'm here to ask you!"

"Then what would you do if you were me?"

"Uh...call and ask Editor-in-Chief Xie for the list?"

Xuan Yuan yelled upstairs again: "Shen Gou, your facial cleanser makes my skin burn."

Zhuang Mo: "There is no facial cleanser in that bathroom."

Xuanyuan: "Huh? Then what did I wipe?"

Zhuang Mo was interrupted by him, changed his posture, and analyzed the current situation with Tian Tian: "The problem you are facing has nothing to do with Editor-in-Chief Xie. What is your main problem? Even if these authors use the platform to push it, they can't push it .I will give you ten readers today, and you update four or five chapters. All these ten readers have run away, which is meaningless. It is still the most beneficial time for them. Readers are basically coming for them, yes Their dead fans, even dead fans can't stand it, do you still have time to fight with Editor-in-Chief Xie?"

Tian Tian was pissed off by the boss again, and suddenly he felt a little silly for giving away people's heads for thousands of miles.

"Your position is not wrong. As an industry, writers can't always have only the top few who can support themselves. If small writers can also make a living, they will have more opportunities to grow into great masters. This idea is quite different. Big, with a long-term vision, but this cannot be achieved by fighting with editor-in-chief Xie. You go back and think about how to raise it, and give me a plan."

When Tian Tian heard that he excused Xie Xiangrong at first, he was a little bit annoyed, but after Zhuang Mo affirmed his principles and set him up with difficult problems as usual, Tian Tian became happy again.He felt that at least Zhuang Mo respected his opinion and supported him to do it.

His mood improved, and he said happily: "This is simple, I think we can send money directly to the young author."

Zhuang Mo spat out a mouthful of tea.

Tian Tian emphasized solemnly: "I'm not joking. If the online literature platform can't realize it, then there is really no place for small authors to make money. In order to support their writing career, we should send them money directly. You don't You know, Tianliang Wangpo won't be able to survive in City B."

"..."

"The quarterly bonus we set, the top three will burn 600 million, and 600 million will be burned every quarter. If you have this money, why don't you increase the welfare of small authors? Our current guaranteed rewards are too small Forget it, I did the math. I only earn 45 yuan for a daily serial of 300 words. This amount of money can’t support a full-time writer, and even food is a problem. Three thousand more, earning 15 yuan a day, and more than 45 yuan a month, which is enough for many people to persevere. If you write well, add more, 1000 thousand words for class A, 100 thousand words for class B, and 50 words for class C 15, so that everyone can make ends meet until there is enough traffic on the site to support paid reading.”

If such a mechanism existed, Tianliang Wang Po would be able to earn what she needed to live in City B and continue her creative career with a little hard work.

Zhuang Mo asked: "Do you know how many authors are registered on the website now?"

"It seems to have broken 1?"

"Yes, the number of registered authors has exceeded 1, and the number of contracted authors has exceeded 2000. According to Song Peng's team's estimate, the number of contracted authors will exceed 5000 by the end of the year. According to your plan of paying money after signing, even if it is C category, As long as they update 3000 a day, it will cost 600 million a month."

"Uh……"

"I want to tell you one more thing: the reason why the quarterly champion award is given is because the minimum guarantee cannot be guaranteed. The attractiveness and advertising effect of the minimum guarantee of 15 words are not worth the 300 million quarterly bonus. Our platform can be opened as soon as it is opened. The public beta can cause an uproar because of the 300 million reward. This is the same gimmick as the 2 million sports lottery, and we can’t actually burn that much money.”

"But now we are talking about the welfare of young authors..."

"You have to learn to accept the fact that as a profession, writers have low barriers to entry, high competition, and a very high elimination rate. If you write poorly, you will not make money, and many people will give up halfway. We are not philanthropists. , we can’t afford to support all authors, giving them a platform and giving them a little exposure is all we can do, nothing more.”

Tian Tian stood up impatiently and said, "Why not? Obviously you are very good to Mrs. Ash, let him live in a villa like a palace, don't let him do anything, and support him to focus on creation. He is also an author, why can he enjoy resources that others will never be able to match in his lifetime as soon as he debuts, but my author even has a guarantee of 15 yuan per thousand characters, don’t you think it’s unfair?”

"What kind of author is Xihui, and what kind of author is Tianliang Wang Po? How can this be compared?"

Tian Tian blurted out: "I think you just like him."

As soon as these words came out, Tian Tian could be said to have stabbed a hornet's nest and stepped on a minefield.

"Say it again?!" Zhuang Mo was furious.

Xuanyuan was about to ask him where he put the razor, but hearing that he was so angry, he tied a towel around his waist, opened the door abruptly and went downstairs.He walked in front of Zhuang Mo with a sullen face: "Why are you arguing with the children?"

With the support of the great god Xuanyuan, Tian Tian gained confidence.Facing Zhuang Mo's condescending coercion, he was cowardly and wronged, and he sat on the spot and whispered: "...I think you are so kind to Mrs. Xihui because you like him—don't you?" Don't you like him?" He slyly changed the subject.

"Why didn't Liang Wangpo have the ability to make me like her that day?" Zhuang Mo asked back.

Tian Tian opened his mouth into an O, he had never seen such a brazen person.

Xuanyuan said coolly: "Is it her fault that you don't like her?"

Zhuang Mo ignored him, and focused his fire on Tian Tian: "You only see ashes, fine clothes, fine food, everything you need, have you ever seen him huddling in the basement and staying up late to write? He only looks at the monk eating steamed buns, not the monk. Eat Vegetarian! I don’t understand why they are both authors, Tianliang Wangpo can’t get along, but he can be aloof, so let me ask you: How many books has Tianliang Wangpo written?”

Tian Tian couldn't speak.

"How much have you written?!" Zhuang Mo asked him loudly.

Tian Tian was so frightened that he quickly turned on his phone and searched online: "7..." They are all highly homogeneous romance novels, and there are two pitfalls.

"How many words?!"

Tian Tian turned on the calculator and added for a long time: "134 million words..."

"Okay, let me tell you now, there are 3000 million words of waste manuscripts stored in the hard disk of that broken computer." When Zhuang Mo said this, he was not only angry, he was very moved, and his eyes even turned red.

"3000 million!" He squeezed the number through his teeth.

Tian Tian grew his mouth into an O again.

If he thought that Zhuang Mo's protection was unreasonable just now, then he is really completely shocked now.He is an editor and understands what 3000 million words means to an author.

It was Xuanyuan who poured cold water on the side: "I have only written one series, 5 books, 100 million words, which is less than Tianliang Wangpo in terms of words, am I also a master? Whether you become a god or not is not as important as writing more or less. relation."

Zhuang Mo gave him a hard look, and continued to educate the children: "Xian Hui wrote a 3000 million-word novel, and never thought of becoming famous or making money. He just focused on studying how to write a good novel, so he can be superior today." , rich clothes and fine food; so today he can sell 120 million for a short story, and 3000 million for a medium and long story. Everything you see now is because he has 3000 million words behind him; including why I am willing to help He is also because he has [-] million words behind him! He deserves to enjoy all this, not from me, but from his hard work in obscurity over the years. How can your Tianliang Wang Po compare with mine? It's unfair for you to compare the two of them!" Zhuang Mo calmed down his excessive emotions, "What's the problem now?!"

"No more." Tian Tian was convinced.

Xuanyuan helped for a long time, but Tian Tian was subdued by Zhuang Mo.Xuan Yuan sat on the side with his chest crossed depressed, damn it, the two of them together can't beat Shen Gou, what a ghost.

Light footsteps came from behind.The three turned their heads and saw Ren Mingqing standing at the stairs holding a stack of manuscript paper.He obviously heard the argument just now, and smiled awkwardly at the two of them: "You have to talk first."

"It's nothing important, have you finished writing?" Zhuang Mo sat down on the sofa again, patted the place beside him, and shook out a cigarette.He is not a big smoker, but wants to smoke when he is in a bad mood.

"Did you write the manuscript? I'll show you." Xuanyuan put on the airs of a little uncle, to be a guide.Zhuang Mo bullied Tian Tian, ​​he wanted to get it back from Ren Mingqing, and planned to pick on one or two shortcomings of him, so that Zhuang Mo could feel his heartache.

Zhuang Mo would not give him this chance, he grabbed the manuscript paper, and pulled Ren Mingqing to sit beside him.Zhuang Mo changed while smoking, suddenly realized what he was doing, said sorry, and quickly stubbed out the cigarette.He has a delicate mind and never smokes in front of Ren Mingqing.

He corrected with a red pen: "Your descriptions of characters are always from bottom to top. This perspective of viewing people is very problematic. When a normal person walks on the street and bumps into a person head-on, he must have an overall impression of him first." , the overall temperament, and then describe some detailed features, and the perspective is generally from top to bottom, you have substituted too much of your own habits. I prefer the part that describes the temperament of a person, rather than the complicated clothing description."

Zhuang Mo gave an example and asked him to read which paragraph of "War and Peace" on the bookshelf. He reported the page number, and Ren Mingqing immediately understood who was in the chapter.Xuan Yuan and Tian Tian raised their heads to listen, but they couldn't get in a word.

Tian Tian thought to himself: It's a fight between gods and gods.

Mrs. Xihui obviously wrote for another whole day today, and the finished draft was around [-] characters, but Zhuang Mo still carefully corrected him word by word.They sat together, focused and engaged in discussing how to write a few sentences better, Tian Tian felt ashamed for being unwilling just now.His ideas seem fair, but in fact, hard work will result in results. This is the fairest place in the world.

After Zhuang Mo finished annotating, Ren Mingqing nodded modestly: "Then I'll go back and change it."

"It's too late, I've been writing for a whole day. The medicine is almost ready, wait for me and soak your feet before going to bed."

"I have to write down what you said, or I will forget it tomorrow."

Tian Tian watched him leave, feeling that he was really a very ingenious author.

Zhuang Mo's eyes also followed Ren Mingqing: "Tian Tian, ​​your whole starting point is wrong. The author's livelihood is not something you can control. You don't have the strength to protect the poor and happy people in the world, and neither do I. We can What we do is to help authors realize what can be realized. The basis of realization is not our personal ability, but their personal strength."

Tian Tian's frown was loosened, and he spent a little time examining his original thoughts.Zhuang Mo continued: "Monetization is not poverty alleviation. The company should also make money, not burn money. So, Tian Tian, ​​you should not give me a guarantee plan, but think about how to help the company and the author. Turn this idle content into cash.”

Tian Tian's eyes suddenly brightened.

Looking back, he thought that his original idea was indeed too much for the Virgin.He is not a superhero, and he cannot save everyone. If a writer chooses this path, how far he can go, an editor cannot decide, but they themselves can decide.He should help as much as he can, instead of providing unlimited financial and material support.There will always be a day when financial and material support will dry up, and writers will eventually rely on their skills to earn money in the market instead of receiving relief.