No wonder Fang Jing felt that something was wrong with Zhao Lei and Yu Meng's state in the past two days. Zhao Lei usually talked the most, but now he couldn't talk much in a day.
When the three of them got together occasionally, Yu Meng didn't dare to look at Zhao Lei, as if he had done something wrong.
"Beep beep beep!"
While Fang Jing was thinking wildly, Changhe sent out seven or eight window shakes in succession on Penguin.
"Is Fang Jing here?"
Looking for a community in Shanghai, Changhe sat in front of the computer with a solemn expression, praying in his heart that Fang Jing would reply quickly.
"What's the matter, boss?"
"call!"
Chang He breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally online. He knew Fang Jing's current situation, and it would be difficult to get online.
Just now, I just suddenly saw his profile picture flashing, and the friend list showed that his computer was online, so I was anxious to contact him.
"Log in to the writer's backend and look at your comment section. Some people say you cheated on votes, but now a large number of people are squatting down and cursing!"
"Don't yell back. The other person is a fifth-level author with many fans. Just open a single chapter and explain it clearly. Leave the rest to me."
Fang Jing was confused, "What do you mean? What do you mean by brushing votes?" Since the book went viral, there have been a lot of comments every day, and he found it troublesome, so his comment area has always been blocked.
Open the background management and click on the comment area of this book. In an instant, it is filled with 99+ red messages.
Drag the mouse to the bottom, there are more than 20,000 comments in total, most of the recent ones are book friends quarreling.
After watching it for two minutes, Fang Jing finally figured out what was going on. It turned out that Zhu Xian occupied the first place in the Xianxia channel with more than 9,000 monthly votes this month, knocking down the old author Red Bull's fairy peak.
The other party was dissatisfied and complained in the book, saying that Zhu Xian was cheating on votes. As a result, a large number of the other party's fans came to Zhu Xian's comment area to criticize him.
The fans here were not to be outdone, and in turn defended Fang Jing. For a while, the two parties were quarreling.
The most quarrelsome place right now is the Internet. If God had not given birth to me as a keyboard warrior, my keyboard would be as long as the night.
In real life, everyone is extremely timid. Once their hands touch the keyboard, there are three million immortals in the sky. They have to lower their eyebrows when they meet me. Their fighting power is not ordinary.
After thinking for a while, Fang Jing's fingers flew and he quickly typed out a line of words.
"I've been a little busy recently. Chapters are set up in advance to be released at a scheduled time. I didn't expect to see the comment area being very busy as soon as it went online."
"I heard that some people said that I cheated on my votes, haha! Isn't this funny? I just don't have the money to write novels. Besides, it doesn't mean much to me whether I cheat on my tickets or not. I also ask all book friends to read with peace of mind and don't be led away."
"Boss! Are you okay?" The square window shook for a long time.
"Well! That's it for now. If you're not busy, please update more Braille, sell more and ask for monthly votes from readers. As long as you can maintain the number one monthly vote, you will be this year's Newcomer King.
According to past practice, the new king will get a great contract, and your resources in all aspects will be greatly improved in the future."
Fang Jing's eyes lit up. He didn't care whether he was new or not. There was no bonus for that thing. The important thing was the master contract.
It has been ten years since the website was launched. It has six million registered authors, dozens of platinum authors, and more than 200 great authors.
There is a saying in Xianxia novels that all saints are like ants, and there is also a saying in the Internet literary world that all great gods are like ants.
The treatment of ordinary authors is completely different from that of great masters. Copyright sharing, recommended resources, and subscription sharing are all completely different.
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As soon as Fang Jing's explanation was sent out, within a few minutes, another 1,500-word counterattack came!
Red Bull posted an angry message in his book club, talking from head to toe about Fang Jing cheating on tickets.
"Comments, everyone, how much was the first order for Zhu Xian on the first day it was released? It's a big difference to me. There are only a few hundred monthly tickets. How long did it take? It increased by four or five hundred in one night. It increased by four or five hundred in one night. It's a midnight ghost operation.
, I can’t accept it.
In addition, I also took a few screenshots of his initial data so that everyone can clearly compare, not me..."
Fang Jing laughed at this, he was indeed a level 5 boss, he had a really rich imagination, and he even explained to him why he was cheating on his votes from a psychological point of view.
Without scolding him back, Fang Jing sent the screenshot to Chang He, "Boss, what's going on? Did you steal someone else's account and give me the title of alliance leader? Otherwise, why would he bite me and not let go?"
Chang He's head was full of black lines, "What a bullshit! If it weren't for your Zhu Xian, this year's Newcomer King would be him. He's in the way. Who should I target now if I don't target you?"
Ignore him, I will report it to the editor at work tomorrow. He doesn’t dare spread rumors. Just appease the readers in your fan base."
"Hehe! It's easy. I haven't established a fan group yet, so there's no need to appease me."
Changhe was shocked: "What! You don't have a fan base yet? Then where did your Silver Alliance come from? You guys can't really buy votes, right?"
A silver alliance costs 10,000 yuan. Generally, people who read novels rarely give 10,000 yuan as a reward. After all, not everyone has a mine at home.
Therefore, in order to gain popularity, the author's fan group will crowdfund, and everyone will chip in three to five yuan to reward the author.
Usually when the rankings are about to be announced, everyone will also make an appointment to vote together or vote monthly.
Just now, Fang Jing said that he didn't have a fan base. Chang He's first reaction was shock. Zhu Xian has such good results, but he doesn't have a fan base yet?
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and create a group. You can attract as many people as you can. It doesn't matter whether it's women's clothing or something. Anyway, please give me more monthly votes."
Fang nodded, spent two minutes building a penguin colony, and attached the group number under the latest chapter.
"Dear book friends, the group is here, 3***...129**40...the name of the group is Wuyue Sword Sect. Everyone is welcome to join. I am a ten-year-old driver and will not drive unless I can't help it.
"Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee!"
Less than two minutes after it was sent out, Fangjing Penguin was full of group application messages.
It turns out that joining a group requires the consent of the group owner. Fang Jing has not set it up yet and has not changed it yet. With a shake of his hand, he quickly changed it to allow anyone to join.
"Punch in! I'm the first!" an ID named Qian Moyu spoke.
"Wow! DaDa has finally established a group. I have been waiting for a long time."
"The most handsome man in the world, stunning photo!"
"I want to see women's clothing! I want to see women's clothing!"
"Thanks to that Red Bull, he said it was a brush, and his writing was even more ridiculous. He had the nerve to say, everyone, gather together, and we will also go to his comment area to bombard him in a while."
"Yes, yes! Count me in."
"The top of the immortals, proud of the world, there will be heaven with my keyboard, this emperor is here."
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In two minutes, there were already more than 600 people in the group, and before Fang Jing could even say a word, 99+.
"Where is the group leader? Why don't you come out yet?"
"Experience plus... I'm sorry, I went to the wrong place."
"Everyone, please disperse! The group leader went to the hospital today."