The Jiang family girl nodded: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be this Zhou Wei."
After saying that, he looked at Fu Song and said, "Boss, are you planning to recruit him to Caidie?"
Fu Song quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I can't afford to serve such a big boss."
The Jiang family girl also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zhou Wei had a bad temper.
If the other party really joins Caidie's film screenwriter team, her job will be in jeopardy.
Liu Yibing said, "Boss Fu, since you don't want to recruit him, why are you being so polite to him?"
Fu Song: "Didn't you hear that beautiful young lady say that he would be speaking soon?
I think the Writers Association’s approach is a good one. Otherwise, if the speaker were to sit in the back row, everyone would have to wait, wasting everyone’s time.”
The Jiang family girl nodded. She had no prejudice against such rules.
Although people in the literary field think they are quite noble, to be honest, there is not much difference between authors and those in other professions.
Moreover, the chain of contempt is clearer, and it is easy to stand out, just let your work speak for itself.
As long as your work is good, everyone will respect and admire you. If you have no works and can only talk big, you are nothing.
Only Liu Yibing was still a little unwilling, but he was the least influential among the three, so he could only choose to remain silent.
As time went by, the theater gradually filled with people.
However, because Fu Song and his two companions were in a remote location, no one paid any attention to them.
Suddenly, a voice said, "Excuse me, is anyone here?"
Fu Song looked up and saw a middle-aged man.
However, unlike other successful people who are dressed in gold and ties, this person is a bit sloppy and there are several holes in his clothes.
Fortunately, he washed very clean and had no peculiar smell on his body, otherwise he would easily be mistaken for a beggar.
Fu Song smiled and said, "No one is here, just sit anywhere."
"Okay, thank you!" The other party sat down gently, but his movements seemed very restrained.
Fu Song was also bored sitting there, so he casually asked, "Brother, what's your name? Are you also a writer?"
The man nodded and smiled, "My name is Wang Yun. I can't really be called a writer, but I just make a living."
After a pause, he explained: "I write online novels."
"Really?" Fu Song asked, "What's your pen name? I also like reading online novels. I'd like to read them."
Wang Yun waved his hand: "There's nothing to read. I'm not a great writer. You should just look for it on the leaderboard!"
Fu Songdao: "Brother, this is your fault. Online novels are commodities, and commodities need to be promoted.
You tell me the name, and if I think it's good, I will read it. Wouldn't that give you an extra subscription?
Even a mosquito, no matter how small, is still meat. Don't look down on these little melons and dates."
Wang Yun's face flushed instantly: "My book is called 'Southern Grave Robbers', and it's about tomb robbing."
The Jiang family girl next to him suddenly said, "'Southern School Tomb Raiders'? Are you the author, Yunding Tiankong?"
Fu Song asked the Jiang family girl: "Cloud Top Sky? Is it very famous?"
The Jiang family girl had a strange expression on her face: "The book by the author Yunding Tiankong is not very famous, but he himself is very famous.
Seven years ago, tomb-raiding novels suddenly became popular on the Internet, attracting many followers, and Yunding Sky was one of them.
Other authors followed the trend just to take advantage of the popularity, but Yunding Tiankong emerged as a dark horse, beating all other tomb-raiding novels.
He even defeated the founder of the tomb-raiding genre and topped the list, becoming very popular.
Just when everyone thought that a phenomenal figure would emerge in the tomb-raiding genre, something went wrong.
There was a policeman who was a fan of Yunding Tiankong's books. When he read the content of "Southern School Tomb Robbers", he found that the descriptions in it were very similar to several tomb robbery cases he was investigating.
Then he started to investigate, and was shocked to find that Yunding Tiankong, the author of "Southern School Tomb Robbers", was one of the bandits.
In the end, he was sent to prison, and I heard he was released some time ago.”
Fu Song's eyelids twitched.
Ah, this...
In fact, there are many similar things. For example, a college student was bored during the summer vacation and live-streamed himself catching a bird. As a result, everyone saw that what he caught was actually a national second-level protected animal.
Then he went in.
There was another person who had been hanging around in Hengdian for a few years and finally played a golden supporting role in a TV series. Then someone recognized him as a fugitive who had been wanted for eight years.
So this person also went in.
etc.
But these are just hearsay from Fu Song, I didn't expect...
He looked at Wang Yun: "You..."
Wang Yun smiled bitterly and nodded: "Yes, I am Yunding Tiankong. No matter how you look at it, this disaster is destined for me."
Fu Song asked: "Then are you still updating your "Southern Grave Robbers"? "
Wang Yun said dejectedly: "No more, I will contact the editor of the novel website.
The other party said that because of my deeds, not only could "Southern Grave Robbers" not be updated, but even if I wrote a new book, I would not be able to sign a contract.
"Ah? So cruel?"
"The novel website also wanted to avoid risks. When my incident caused a lot of controversy, the novel website was ordered to make corrections and all works could not be updated for half a month.
As a result, what was once the leading website in the industry was overtaken by its competitors and has now become a third-rate website.”
Fu Song couldn't help but sweat.
Wang Yun added: "I went to other novel websites to post articles and I received a text message from them.
As a result, the editor on the other side took a look at my ID card and immediately put me on the blacklist."
Fu Song had become accustomed to the other person's misery: "Now, are you still writing?"
"I have to write. If I don't write, how can I make a living? I can't do anything else."
Wang Yun said, “Those big websites don’t want me, but the small websites are still willing to accept me.
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