Chapter 200: Xiao Ji, Wanwan's cold is getting worse, can you come over?
When he saw the title of the novel just now, he thought it was mediocre and wondered how it could possibly receive such high praise from the manager.
Although their department is only the operations department, they have read countless novels. The manager, in particular, even said, "None of the company's novels are worth reading." It is absolutely impossible for him to make such an evaluation of a novel!
However, at this moment, Li Yang suddenly looked at him and instructed, "Mingzhi, the story of this novel is indeed well-written. We can increase its exposure and place it on the popular recommendation list of short stories. If the response is good, we can also place it on the reading list!"
The latter was slightly stunned when he heard the boss's words. It took him a while to react and he nodded quickly, "Okay, boss!"
After saying that, the subordinate left the office and returned to his own office area. Then he opened the novel "The Nose" and began to read it before arranging the recommendation.
Ten minutes later.
"Oh my god! The author has written this in such a sophisticated way!"
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As soon as his subordinates left, the operations manager shared the article of the novel "Nose" with his boss and good friend Bai Yichen on WeChat.
"Lao Bai, this is the highest-quality novel I've ever seen on Tomato Reading. You can take a look when you have time. The quality of Tomato authors is really getting higher and higher!"
The department manager sent the message, but the other party did not respond immediately.
This is normal. After all, the company has been discussing cooperation with several other reading websites recently. With his cautious and perfectionist personality, he must have devoted most of his time and energy to perfecting the details.
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night……
Ji Chen, Yun Chuan and his group finally finished today's classes and returned to the dormitory.
After taking a shower, Ji Chen sat down at the desk and immediately sent a message to Bai Lianwan to ask if she had slept.
I asked Bai Lianwan twice this afternoon about whether he was taking his medicine. Each time, he replied obediently with a photo of an empty cup with medicine stains and a fever patch on his forehead. He was quite obedient.
After sending the message to Bai Lianwan, Ji Chen opened the background of the writer's assistant to check the data of the novel.
"Um?"
When he saw the data in the writer's background, he couldn't help but be stunned.
He was surprised to find that in just one afternoon, the number of fans who collected his novel had exceeded 20,000?
There were more than 3,000 rewards.
There are more than 3,000 book reviews?
At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the dormitory.
"Fuck! Old Ji, you, what the hell is your popularity?!"
Fan Zhuo looked at the popularity of the homepage interface of Ji Chen's novel on the computer screen and instantly exclaimed, attracting all the attention in the dormitory.
He was planning to take a quick look before writing, but he didn't expect that this one look would completely shatter his worldview that had held him back for so many years!
"Table, what's wrong with you? You always make a fuss about nothing." Yun Chuan said as he walked towards Fan Zhuo.
Zhao Ran also scratched his head and walked behind him, "What's wrong with Old Ji?"
Yin Hao also followed and said, "I think Old Ji's novel has done quite well."
Upon hearing what the others were saying, Fan Zhuo excitedly exclaimed, "Damn, you call this pretty good? With this level of popularity, it's only a matter of time before this book becomes a legend!"
When the three heard Fan Zhuo's words, they were all confused.
"Holy crap! Is Lao Ji's novel a hit? Isn't it only 3,000 words long?"
"What the hell? Didn't he just write it for fun?"
The dining table kept refreshing the homepage of Ji Chen's novel, looking at the ever-increasing number of book reviews, and said, "Do you know how many reviews I got on the first day I published the book?"
Yun Chuan: “500?”
Zhao Ran: “400?”
Yin Hao: "300 or so."
"No, it's only 50. And I do have a fan base. I wrote in the popular category. Lao Ji's is just a short story, a complete underdog! Over 3,000 comments in just a few hours. Isn't that a big deal?"
"Fuck!"
“I’ll go!”
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Fan Zhuo said, looking at Ji Chen, and asked again, "Old Ji, take a look at how many fans you have collected backstage now?"
Ji Chen didn't comment. "I just checked it. Fortunately, there are 20,000."
There is still 280,000 to go before reaching 300,000.
When Fan Zhuo heard Ji Chen's words, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, "Not bad? Listen, is this even human language? I only collected 100 copies on the first day of publishing the book!"
As they were talking at the dinner table, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Ji Chen again, "What about the gift? How much is it?"
"The gift is pretty good, it's over three thousand."
"Fuck!"
More than 3,000 a day? Wouldn’t that be 100,000 a month?
The main thing is, it’s only 3,000 words, damn!
This is simply picking up money!
Several people were stunned for a moment, then returned to their seats and took out their mobile phones.
Yun Chuan had already opened Tomato Reading and found Ji Chen's novel. "I'm going to read Old Ji's work and learn from it. Once I've learned it, I'll bring my sack and go to Tomato Reading to pick up some money!"
Zhao Ran was installing the software. "I feel like I can drive an aircraft carrier to pick it up!"
When veteran player Fan Zhuo heard what the two said, his mouth twitched wildly, "Naive, so naive!"
If money was really that easy to make, he would have been in the industry for so many years and still not saved enough to buy a wife! !
But he also wants to pay tribute to Lao Ji's novel.
At noon I thought he was just writing it for fun and didn't even read it. I didn't expect it to become so popular in just half a day!
Yin Hao, who had said nothing, had already finished reading Ji Chen's novel in silence, with a look of shock on his face!
They are both 19 years old. If his ability in the field of life is at the fifth level, then Ji Chen is already at the atmospheric level!
Not only Yin Hao, but also Fan Zhuoyun, Chu An and others, after reading Ji Chen's novel and the comments and interpretations, almost fell into silence, and they deeply understood a truth.
"Old Ji made his money on Tomato Reading just by relying on his own skills!"
"If I hadn't read the reviews, I wouldn't have even grasped the idea of the book, let alone written it!"
“Indeed, this novel is full of meaning. The simple combination of words gives a thorough analysis of human nature.”
Ji Chen heard what his roommates said and was about to respond when the phone on the table suddenly rang.
The person who called was none other than his master.
Without thinking much, Ji Chen picked up the phone.
As soon as the call was connected, Xia Zhonggeng's anxious voice came from the other end.
"Xiao Ji, Wanwan's cold is getting worse. Can you, can you come over?"
Xia Zhonggeng was really at his wit's end. His little granddaughter refused to take medicine and slept for an entire afternoon. She seemed in good spirits during dinner, but he only just realized that her condition had become more serious. Her fever had reached over 39 degrees. Although he had just called the family doctor, he still felt that Xiao Ji had to come over, otherwise she would definitely not take the medicine the doctor had prescribed. He couldn't bear to be angry with her and felt distressed, so Ji Chen had to come over.
When Ji Chen heard Xia Zhonggeng's words, his heart suddenly tightened.
How come it’s more serious?
Almost immediately he stood up, picked up his coat and put it on, and said to Xia Zhonggeng, "I'll be right there."
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