The blond boy, called Ah Hao, swallowed a steamed bun in one gulp and mumbled, "What's so great about downloading this? The new website doesn't have any good books at all. I've been reading novels from Huayu since I was thirteen. I've read over a thousand books in five years. What's so attractive about the new website?"
"I disagree with your statement. What's wrong with a new website? I heard it has more authors and more readers than Huayu Novel Network. Give it a year, and it might take off."
A red-haired man immediately retorted.
"Alright, alright, I know you're a huge fan of Chen Feng, Awei. I heard that his boss personally wrote two books to boost online traffic, and I'm really curious to see them."
"A green-haired guy joked."
At this moment, the blue-haired boy, who was the one who spoke first, spoke again, "I heard that Fengyu poached a lot of top players and platinum players from Huayu and gave them extremely high treatment."
"Tch, you still have to hear about it? Isn't this normal? At least a thousand yuan per thousand words, and those platinum and top authors are all putting in their best effort to surpass all their previous works on Huayu."
The white-haired boy also spoke.
"Who cares? Let's eat first. Isn't it supposed to open at 12 o'clock sharp? Let's all go in and browse around, see if there are any good books. Anyway, it's a free website."
"Sigh, I've spent tens of thousands on subscriptions on Huayu over the years. I didn't know until I looked, and I was shocked. The cost of reading novels is really frightening."
The white-haired boy chuckled at the red-haired boy and said, "Did you spend that money just to read books? You're a cheapskate. You see a young lady writing a book and immediately give her a 'leader' title and a reward."
The girls at the same table were also having a lively conversation, and their topic of conversation was the launch of Fengyu Novel Network.
"Jie-meimei, this time, regardless of whether you like reading novels or not, you all have to go in and cheer for my Fengfeng."
A girl looked excited and had a fairly sweet appearance.
"Absolutely! Which of us sisters doesn't like Fengfeng? I heard he even wrote two novels on a novel website and is known as the 'king of online novels'."
"Really? Really? That sounds so arrogant and cocky."
"Absolutely! I, Fengshen, am the best at everything I do. Enough said, sisters, let's finish eating and go back to sleep. Set your alarms for midnight, and let's get to work!"
......
This group of young people is just a microcosm of the whole of China. Currently, similar scenes are appearing all over the country, with men, women, young and old discussing the Huayu Novel Website to varying degrees.
"Excuse me, sir, may I ask you a question?"
At that moment, an old man carrying a bag of plastic sheets, hunched over, turned around panting, looking at a man and a woman rushing towards him with a tired and bewildered expression.
The man had a black machine on his shoulder that he didn't recognize, which was pointed at him. The woman had something black and furry sticking out of her head.
Well, although he hadn't seen much of the world, he vaguely understood that this was something that could take a picture of a person and then put it on a TV.
Speaking of television, he hasn't watched it for many years.
"Girl, what's up?"
"I'd like to ask you, sir, where are you headed now?"
The old man looked the girl up and down and thought to himself, "Is she an idiot? Didn't she see that I'm picking up bottles?"
"I'll go check if it's straight ahead."
"Grandpa, what do you do with the bottles you collect? What use are they?"
"Sell it for money!"
"How much money do you make each day? Why do you work so hard at your age?"
The old man sighed: "If I'm lucky, it'll be enough for two meals a day. If I'm unlucky... I won't have anything to eat all day, and I'll be all alone at home."
The woman seemed thoughtful, then asked, "Sir, do you feel happy with your current lifestyle?"
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The old man looked at the silly girl, whose interview was a mess and whose knowledge was scattered and disjointed, as if she were an idiot. After a moment, he said in an annoyed tone, "What do you do? Are you even a professional? I'm already like this, and you still think I'm happy? My surname is Fu, and I'm not much worse off."
After saying that, the old man turned and left, leaving behind a stooped but noble figure.
The host behind him began to speak, "Dear viewers, hello everyone. We can see that the old man seemed very impatient with our questions. Perhaps my unconventional way of asking questions offended him. So now I will reorganize my questioning style and catch up with the old man again to ask him three questions."
The photographer and the presenter started running.
Don't let the old man's age fool you; he walks quite fast. If he walks too slowly, someone else will pick up the bottle.
"Grandpa, wait for us."
The old man was happy to have found a red pig bottle when a familiar voice came from behind him again.
He turned around, paused for a moment, and said, "Hey girl, are you ever going to stop? I'm being disturbed."
"Sir, I only have three questions for you, then I'll leave."
"Hurry up, a few leaders have passed by ahead, I'm getting a little anxious."
The old man was very impatient.
"Excuse me, sir, how about this: I'll give you fifty yuan, is that alright?"
"What? Fifty?"
The old man's head was spinning; how many bottles would he have to collect?
"Are you serious?"
"Hey sir, this is fifty."
The old man looked at the fifty-yuan bill for the greenery, hesitated for a long time, and then returned it. As a member of the lower class, he knew how hard it was to earn money. He couldn't bear to be given fifty yuan just for answering a question.
Although the host was a bit of a goofball, she still had some compassion. Thanks to her persistent efforts, the old man happily accepted the money and started to find the host more and more agreeable.
"Girl, just ask whatever you want."
"Okay, sir. First question: do you like listening to music?"
The old man was taken aback. “Listening to music? I still really like it. I found a cell phone a while ago, and the songs on it were really nice. After I lost my cell phone, I listened to them playing music on the streets and alleys.”
The host laughed, surprised that this was an elderly gentleman who understood art.
"So, sir, what kind of songs does your clan like to listen to?"
"What song? I like any song. As long as it's a song, there's no such thing as a bad one. These days, there are songs playing everywhere, listen to how good they are."
"Sir, with so many excellent singers in China, are there any you like?"
Da was stunned; it looked at the host with a bewildered expression.
"Are there many singers in China? I thought there was only one young man named Chen Feng."
The host was stunned. "Sir, there are many excellent singers in China, not just Chen Feng."
"I don't know. All I know is that all the songs I play around the world are by that young man."
Watching the old man walk away, the host exclaimed, "Chen Feng's influence has even won over an old scavenger. His position will be unshakeable for the next hundred years."
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