novelbin Chapter 364 Small writers and great writers (12)
Chapter 364 Small writers and great writers (12)
Chapter 364 Small writers and great writers (12)
"What about you?" Ling Lian asked back, "You are so popular. I read the announcement on the website, and it said that your monthly manuscript fee broke 300 million... that is a height that no one can reach. Publishing novels , adapting a TV series, gaining both fame and fortune. If I were you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams, why are you still so depressed?"
Qing Tuan was slightly stunned by Ling Lian's question, and then said: "How do you know... I... am depressed?"
"I guessed it." Ling Lian opened his eyes and said nonsense, with a serious appearance, and said, "I figured it out based on the chat records between you and me. Although you didn't tell me clearly, your Those tone of voice and the meaning between the lines all told me repeatedly that although you are now famous and rich, you are still living a very unsatisfactory life. What is there to be depressed? Tell me? What about one sentence? Speaking of which, the kerosene tycoon in the United States who sits in his office every day lamenting about the stock market does not know the bitterness of the old woman who picks up cinders in the north. I, an old woman who picks up cinders, need to understand what the troubles of our oil tycoon are. .”
He was amused by Linglian's words, and a trace of bitterness spread from the corners of his mouth to his body and mind: "What troubles can I have... In fact, my troubles are the same as yours..."
When Linglian asked, he really said it.
It was probably because he hadn't had someone to confide in for a long time, but now that someone came to him on his own initiative, he vented it like he didn't care about it.
He said that, in fact, he was bothered by the same thing as Ling Lian.
That is why the work is criticized by people.
There are many people who like him, and many people who don't like him.
Those who don’t like to say that his writing is pretentious, groaning without illness, saying that he writes petty, and man-made rumors, saying that his book was not written by him at all, but was written by someone else, and some people said that his writing is not good at all. Many book fans read it, but it's not because he is good-looking, and he goes for his appearance.Maybe he even got that face done for plastic surgery to sell books for money.
Even if Linglian wrote a not-so-famous novel, the whole family could be repeatedly cursed to death, so he received even more insults.
If Linglian pays attention, he will find that there are more and more authors who are easily popular now.
Most of those people become gods with one book, or the number of words in the updated book is extremely fast, and [-] to [-] words a day is not a problem.
However, the former spent a lot of money to operate the book for him, and put in various advertising recommendations. The exposure rate increased, and the popularity naturally increased.The latter also has its own studio. There may be seven or eight people in a studio, and one person is responsible for an outline of the plot. A few people piece together a plot of [-] to [-] words a day, and send it out in the name of an author. , That's why some readers feel that although the book has a lot of words, they always feel that the description is a bit incoherent and the reading is not very smooth.
But even so, it is not a problem for these people to easily earn hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars a month, which is also a fact.
Now people's life is too fast, and everything is updated quickly.Even the author, the ordinary way of writing, has been eliminated.His traditional word-by-word, slow work and careful work can no longer meet people's needs.
That's why some people have used their brains, an outline has been used repeatedly, and even the novels have begun to be mass-produced, and that's why they see that the novels on the market are all the same routines, and they are always the same...
The impact of the outside world is too great for him.No matter what he did, he still felt powerless, after all, how could a single person compare to a studio with nine, ten or even a dozen people with dozens of hands.
They and serious authors rob the market, and bad money drives out good money.
He himself is not a robot, how could he always have good plots and good ideas.
But as long as his writing is a little unsatisfactory or not as good as before, many people will immediately jump out and point to his nose while scolding and saying to everyone, look, this person, I know he can’t do it, he is young. I've already seen that he is not this material at all, and he is still here to die.
Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at him, day and night hoping that he would disappear soon.
Those malicious eyes may come from black fans, peers, competitors, or passers-by trolls who are not happy with their lives and fear that the world will not be chaotic.
He was under attack from both sides, and the pressure on him could be imagined now.
Now every time he finishes writing a book, he will fall into a deep anxiety and cannot extricate himself.
If he doesn't continue to write, many people will come out to ridicule and suppress him, saying that he has surrendered, quit, and become a coward, and his book fans will also be disappointed with him.
If you continue to write, people will say that his new book is rubbish, does it have the shadow of the books he wrote before?Are you going to write other articles? !Wouldn't it be embarrassing to come out with a shy face to consume fans' love?After writing so many words for so many months, I still can't write well. Why don't you learn how others update [-] to [-] a day and then come out and mess around!
In fact, he was quite envious of Ling Lian, and if he wanted to get away, he did so, simply and neatly.Nothing like him...
Even though it's already so painful, I still have to face those pains over and over again, endlessly.
People are in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves, and he can't get away from him.
"Hmph~ so there are too many so-called new authors who use crooked brains, which has seriously affected your status in the novel world. Are there even people who compare you with those people who are not righteous at the beginning..." Ling Lian asked Cheek looked at the man, "That's really not easy..."
She thought for a while: "Sure enough, I, an old woman who picks up cinders, can't understand your pain... I don't know if you can understand..." Linglian said, "That's... just be content and be happy. Lower your gaze a little, and you will find that your sense of happiness will immediately increase. In fact, you have reached a height that many people cannot reach."
Ling Lian said, and made a gesture of one high and one low: "If you look back, you will find that you have trampled countless people under your feet. To the back of your neck, just like me, a little trash. Why do you have to stubbornly look up at the things on the top of the mountain... Keeping your neck up and looking into the distance will not only hurt your eyes, but also your neck, yes If you are in poor health, you may miss a lot of beautiful scenery along the way.”
As she spoke, she noticed some subtle changes in the man's eyes looking at her.
Ling Lian was a little embarrassed by that look, and coughed awkwardly: "Damn...Of course, this is my own humble opinion. Maybe it's because I'm born with no ambitions, so I have such short-sightedness. Eyes, there is no way to understand your grand plans and great ambitions...but I am short-sighted, but sometimes I live a good life. People, in this life, others are embarrassing themselves and no one cares about themselves. , why don't you feel sorry for yourself? If you have to make life difficult for yourself, what are you doing to live such a twisted life. "
(End of this chapter)