Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal Chapter 370: Battle of the Young Masters (6)
Chenhui Building, the end of the eighth floor.
"Supervisor Zhang, according to statistics, the IP of Fengyun has exceeded the 2.4 million mark, and it is still skyrocketing." The secretary stood sweating in front of supervisor Zhang Wenyang, carefully: "And There have been more than 3,500 books updated there in three days, and we are about to catch up with us, Director Zhang, look at this..."
"This situation must be helped by an expert." Zhang Wenyang tapped his finger on the desk of the writing desk and slowly said: "The six strategies obviously grabbed the key parts. We hadn't thought of this before, see This time the enemy is very powerful."
"Yes, Director Zhang, what should we do? Is there a way to fight back?" The secretary hurriedly said: "It is not a way to sit and wait! Or should we ask the young master over there?"
"Well, does Master Master know this matter now?" Zhang Wenyang asked.
"It should not be known yet, Director Zhang, you mean..." the secretary asked.
Zhang Wenyang thought about it while touching his chin, and said, "First report it, see what the young master means, and do you have any instructions."
"Okay!"
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"Dali, the news just over from the book station, the number of novels updated by Fengyun over the past few days has skyrocketed," Tang Muxin looked at Hong Dali, who was lying on Li Nianwei’s lap and was going to take a nap, anxiously said: "Now three The number of novels updated in the day has exceeded 3,000, and our end point is now 4,000, and if we continue this way, we will lose!"
"Oh... that's not a big problem, it's okay..." Hong Dali is listless, "What should I do, it doesn't matter..."
"You are really..." Tang Muxin can't wait to kick his feet fiercely: "Can you not be so careless!"
Hong Dali did not hesitate at all: "No!"
Tang Muxin airway: "50 million lost, 50 million! Not a small number, all those who won before will be lost!"
"I know." Hong Dali turned over and continued to prepare for sleep: "You tell them to do it."
"Ahhhhh!" Tang Muxin said madly: "You don't care at all!"
"This book station was originally intended to be a loser..." Hong Dali muttered: "Which way do I make money or not?"
Tang Muxin was downcast: "Forget it, I told them to find a way for themselves. It was really defeated by you. You prodigal!"
"Wrong," Hong Dali extended a finger: "It is a super prodigal!"
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The eighth floor. end.
"Supervisor Zhang, the young master's side, the young master's side said..." The secretary swallowed hard: "The young master told us to do it."
"Hoo..." Zhang Wenyang took a hard breath and said, "It seems that this time is really not easy to deal with! Well, so, you inform the Finance Department to do the latest welfare policy . Since the other party is so willing to burn money, we naturally have to keep up. Increase the author's welfare a bit, and then readers will discount the reading over there."
"Okay," the secretary thought about it. Asked again: "What about the cell phone reading client?"
"There are a few more recommended places for reading on the mobile phone." Zhang Wenyang thought for a while and said: "At present, we will take a safe approach first. Don't worry about whether the other party's data is good or not. In short, they can burn money, we You can also burn money. But we can’t learn from each other completely. In this way, you first need to apply for some funds from the finance side, make more advertisements, attract popularity, and go to the web forum to expose the income of the mobile phone reading client side. . For the author. Income is the most real thing, go!"
"Okay!"
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Just at the end of the battle with the wind and clouds, in an unremarkable corner of the web literature world, something that was not a major event happened.
On July 24, 2014, a fantasy novel "Wu Po" serialized in Fengyun was updated with a chapter. More than ten hours later, the correction was cut off on July 25, and while readers were anxiously waiting for the content of the next chapter, "Wu Po" updated a single chapter.
The title of the single chapter is "A fantasy dream came to an abrupt end, and the author Luo Xue died suddenly." 》
And the content is only one sentence: "On July 25, 2014, the author Luo Xue died suddenly in front of the computer."
Within the Fengyun author group--
Author 1: "Have you all heard of it? The writer of our website, Luo Xue, died suddenly in front of the computer, sadly!"
Author 2: "I heard, alas, who can think of this person, saying that it would be gone if it wasn't, it is really too fragile."
Author 3: "Speaking of it, Luo Xue and I have a bit of friendship. His person is very good. When my book scores were not very good, I asked him to ask for a chapter push. He gave it without saying anything. Alas, it's a pity, such a good person..."
Author 4: "The latest news comes out, do you want to hear it?"
Author 1: "Of course, talk about it!"
Author 4: "Luo Xue's buyout price is a thousand words, but he is a speed writer. He has to code more than 20,000 words a day. His sudden death is pure exhaustion, but a pity."
Author 2: "Well, but the buyout price of a thousand words is not low, why is he so desperate?"
Author 4: "Speaking of it, he also took up the light of our website. Originally, according to his grades, it was about 20 thousand words. But his qualifications are old. Retaining people and offering him a price of a thousand words, I heard that he has a disabled dad in his family, his mom has little income, and a sister wants to study, so he desperately coded to make money! You think, a thousand words, 20,000 words a day, 60,000 yuan a month, a lot of money. But that's not enough, he has to treat his dad for the disease, and he has to prepare the money for the house to get married. A hand, who knows what happened, unfortunately, alas..."
Author 3: "It's a pity, the family must be sad and broken? Is there anything on the site that says no?"
Author 4: "Not yet. I don't know what the website can do. Wait for the news."
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Fengyun Headquarters, 6th floor, Peilun Office Building, downtown Tianjing.
Wu Benguang and Shiraishi and Ma are sitting on the sofa of Fengyun Headquarters, looking at the documents in their hands.
"Master Wuben." After reading all the documents, Shiraishi and Ma asked Wuguang Guangdao: "The author of "Wu Po" died suddenly, this matter. What are your plans?"
"It’s just an author, and he dies if he dies. His buyout price is not too low." Wu Benguang put the file aside: "His subscription is not high, we opened it for him before. The high buyout price is just to take care of his qualifications. It is not a person of my big empire. If you die, you will die. I don’t plan to waste money on him again."
"Well, a useless abandoned child." Bai Shi and Ma nodded: "I can only express regret."
Fengyun's General Manager Liu stood in front of the two with fear and fear, and asked carefully: "That matter. The two mean..."
"Fade down." Shiraishi and Ma slowly said: "Remove all the follow-up recommendations of his book. I believe that this matter will be forgotten in a short time. Remember, we will be profitable in the future. A lot of money has been invested now. It can’t go on like this anymore.”
"Okay...Ok..."
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At 9 pm on July 25, 2014.
The novel "Wu Po", which is being categorized and pushed, is quietly replaced with another book. There was no notice during the whole process, nor did it attract anyone's attention.
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July 26.
A loyal reader of "Wu Po", as always, wanted to read a book through the recommendation position, but found that the book originally in the recommendation position was actually replaced by another one. After searching for a while, the reader determined that he could not find it. After that, you can only enter the bookshelf to read-not all readers will look at the bookshelves for updates. Obviously, this reader is one of them.
Then soon, he found that Wu Wu could not be found on the bookshelf.
In the readership--
Reader: "Do any of you know what happened to Wu Po? How can I recommend it. I can't even find the bookshelf? What happened?"
Reader 1: "Wu Po? It seems that the author is dead. It's a pity. It is said that he died suddenly on the keyboard after overwork, alas."
Reader 2: "Yeah, pitiful, I want to subscribe to his book to show it, but now I can’t even search it."
Reader: "What does the website mean? Not at all?"
Reader 3: "It should be downplayed. It is estimated that in a few days everyone will forget this book completely, and not many people have looked at it. Even the behavior of the website is cold, alas..."
In the author group--
Author 1: "Have you found it?" "Wu Po" is gone and cannot be found."
Author 2: "If you don't say that I haven't paid attention, it's gone."
Author 3: "Ah, this thing is unreasonable..."
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End point.
"Supervisor Zhang, I heard that during the first two days of Fengyun, a pen named Luo Xue was killed. Do you want us to do anything?" The secretary asked Zhang Wenyang.
"Writer killed violently?" Zhang Wenyang touched his chin: "This is indeed quite miserable. Ask the young master, he should have some ideas. Our young master's heart is very kind, I believe it will If we do, let’s not intervene first."
"Okay."
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Chenhui Building, Caiwei Film and Television on the 9th Floor.
"Oh? You said that a writer was killed? This is really a sad thing~IndoMTL.com~ Hong Dali touched his chin: "Can I contact the author's family? "
The secretary shook his head and said: "The contact information is only available at Fengyun, we can't reach it at the moment."
"Such..." Hong Dali thought about it and took out his phone: "I'll ask!"
The phone was dialed quickly, and Hong Dali asked: "Master Wuben, hello, hey, I want to ask, do you have that contact phone number in the snow?"
"Oh? Does Master Dali have any ideas?" Wu Benguang sneered: "I really have contact information."
"Okay, so, I bought the copyright of his book, you make a price." Hong Dali said.
"Master Dali wants to buy the copyright of his book?" One of Wu Guangguang's hearts was delighted. Hong Dali, the prodigal son, took the initiative to come to the door. At this time, when he was not slaughtering more, he directly said: "One million ."
As a result, Hong Dali nodded without thinking, "Okay!" ()