Chapter 438: The PK between Net Literature and Traditional Literature
The banning of Liu Daxin's account is naturally the result of Fang Jing's work. You cannot tolerate such trolls, and scolding is useless. The more you scold him, the happier he will be, and the harder you scold him, the more comfortable he will be.
Instead of having a long meaningless war of words, Fang Jing went straight to the point and reported him to customer service. After all, he was a celebrity and had several foundations under his control. He made a lot of donations every year. In addition, he had always had a good reputation. This was a bit of face.
some.
"What are you looking at?" Yang Ning put the food on the table and saw Fang Jing smirking at the phone.
"It's okay, I met an idiot!"
Putting down his cell phone, Fang Jing paid no attention to Liu Daxin. This kind of person was just a small episode in his life, and they were destined to have no intersection in this life.
"Fang Jing, come out here, you actor, clown, liar, bah!"
After re-registering an account, Liu Daxin went to Fang Jing's Weibo and left a message, cursing and typing out one after another negative articles about Fang Jing from his golden keyboard.
"Look at what you wrote about Swordsman. How shameless do you dare to call me a writer? I suspect there are plots involving gangsters and disrespect for Buddhism in your novels."
Screenshot: Linghu Chong gathers evil sects in Wuba Gang and discusses going to Shaolin to rescue Ren Yingying. Liu Daxin comes online.
This kind of plot is obviously a trivial matter, but in his writing, Fang Jing almost overturns the earth in his heart, and even goes to the eighteenth level of hell.
"Lin Pingzhi, Yue Buqun, and Dongfang Bubai committed suicide in order to practice the sword to ward off evil spirits. You dare to write such a plot with unhealthy views. What should you do if you teach bad children?"
"I give you three months to donate the ill-gotten gains from Swordsman's royalties and recycle all the physical books that have been released."
You are such a genius: "Damn it, I've seen it before. Internet trolls are so scary. They can even complain about this."
The white hair is three thousand feet long: "I am ignorant and have offended everyone. I'm sorry. If I had known better, I should have thrown it against the wall."
You Fang Lao Dao: "I'm sorry everyone, the pigsty door was clearly closed when I went out today."
Dabai: "Whose mad dog escaped?"
The white hair is three thousand feet tall: "You guys upstairs, aren't you scolding me too?"
Fang Jing was eating and didn't know anything about the Internet. He let Liu Daxin tease him thousands of times. It wasn't until the evening when Yang Ning went to take a shower that he had time to look at his phone.
I wanted to search for videos starting with FBI and learn some life philosophy, but I didn't expect that as soon as I turned on my phone, there were more than a dozen messages, some from the studio, and some from Wu Jiajia.
The contents are completely different. They all say that someone on the Internet is slandering him and asking if he needs public relations.
After logging into Weibo and understanding the ins and outs, Fang Jing sent a message to several people, "No, let him jump by himself."
The studio's public relations officer only issued a warning that the accusation was purely false and had been handed over to a lawyer for handling. This played into Liu Daxin's hands.
The other party is eager to litigate. Even if they lose in this kind of verbal battle, they won't lose much money. Instead, they will gain popularity and attention.
Continuing to watch the movie, Fang Jing didn’t respond to Liu Daxin’s plans, so he wouldn’t be fooled.
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An hour later, Fang Jing's heart was clear and clear, like a holy Buddha. Yang Ning fell asleep gently, and he tiptoed to the living room to open his laptop.
There was no pause, Liu Daxin was still blacking out, he kept going for hours without stopping, his endurance was not that long, this ability was generally the opposite of that. Fang Jing was not angry, as a man, he only sympathized.
"Fuck you!"
I didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but I didn't expect that within a few hours it would become a hot search topic frequently. The media was also busy and kept pushing it for traffic. As a result, more and more people are paying attention to this matter.
There may only be one or two people out of a thousand who agree with Liu Daxin's views, but the Internet has developed to hundreds of millions of netizens today. Being driven to the rhythm, Fang Jing's Weibo is about to be massacred by sunspots.
"Online novels are a cancer. They have no educational significance at all. They only contain millions of words. What can you remember after reading them?"
"It is recommended that the relevant departments close the reading point and do not let them continue to poison our next generation."
The more Liu Daxin talked, the more excited he got. As he talked, even Brother Ma was getting into trouble, and many fans were worried about him.
After finding new information about Liu Da, Fang Jing was really curious about how he got into this weird writers' association and what kind of amazing works this godman had written.
Four works and several modern poems, this is the information Fang Jing found.
He read the content and found it very touching. The various vulgar tastes and mentally retarded plots were not as good as some romance novels written by high school students.
This kind of person is actually a member of the Writers' Association. Fang Jing feels sorry for the Writers' Association. He is really a bully and a monster.
"No explanation, let's take a look at writer Liu's masterpieces." Fang Jing put the books and poems written by Liu Daxin on Weibo and pinned them to the top.
"Damn it, you made me laugh so hard, this is the level of a writer, it's a bloody plot."
You Fang Lao Dao: "It's a brainless nonsense, and the primary school-style title makes me want to vomit. What's going on in the author's mind to write something like this that no one will read?"
"These days, some people think that they can win the Nobel Prize if they can write a few words, and they still ridicule them everywhere. How shameless are they?"
Kun?: "Hahaha, you can really complain upstairs. I said what I want to say. This person is really disgusting. I don't know why the Writers Association would want him."
Blame my breasts for being too small: "You can see the whole leopard when you peep at one spot, so you can imagine what the situation in the Writers' Association is like."
Blame me for pushing too little: My wife is right.”
Chi Yu: "To be honest, the pornographic stories I write are more vivid than this guy's."
Gu Yuan: "My boyfriend is not as good at writing. He writes online articles for more than 600 yuan a month."
More and more people are joining the battlefield. Liu Daxin had offended many celebrities before. Those celebrity fans came over to watch the excitement, and the Weibo server was almost overcrowded.
One person made a sarcastic comment, Liu Da's new account was flooded, his ancestors were greeted repeatedly, and the messages were like a barrage, without stopping at all.
Yanjing, under the cover of night, Liu Daxin’s face turned red. Looking at the curses of these people, he almost smashed his keyboard and banged on the keyboard angrily: “No matter what I say, I can’t change the fact that the authors of online articles are all a bunch of low-educated people with no education.
Written by a cultured person."
"Millions of words are all yy, fantasizing about unrealistic things, which are disgusting to watch. The authors are all assembly line workers, porters, elementary school students, junior high school students... Who can write these if they have some culture?"
Fang Jing smiled when he saw this news, and then he called several Internet experts, "Jiangnan, Lao Hu, Lao Qiu, Uncle Yun, some people say you are uneducated."
Little Red Riding Hood from Grandma Wolf's house, "Does anyone know who these people are? Please tell me!"
Yue Buqun: "Big brother Liuliuliu, this is a slap in the face."
Dongfang Bubai: "I know that Jiang Nan has a doctorate from the University of Washington. Lao Hu should be a wild fox under the tree and graduated from Yenching University."
"Lao Qiu is from Yanyu Jiangnan and graduated from Shanghai University. Uncle Yun is a historical writer. In real life, he is a traditional writer who has been writing for 20 years."