Yu Ping didn't have a computer, so she took out her notebook and found a website on it.
Two girls in the dormitory had computers, so they opened them in a hurry.
Under Yu Ping's guidance, I also opened the writer's welfare.
And Yu Ping also discovered that when she registered as an author in the morning, the existing number of authors on this website could only cover more than half of a page.
But now at night, the entire page is occupied.
Although the cover has not yet been completed, and the number of words ranges from a few thousand to tens of thousands, I think they all poured in within one day.
Yu Ping suddenly felt nervous in her heart——
With so many authors suddenly coming, can her works really successfully meet the standards for being put on the shelves?
After writing 100,000 words, can I really get a perfect attendance bonus of 1,000 yuan every month?
The magazine has failed to publish the article several times. Will anyone really be willing to pay to read it?
But think about it, now that there are so many works, there will be more and more readers, right?
She thought about it again and again, and couldn't help but feel glad that when she published it today, she revised the work again and the sentences became more fluent.
Now looking at her thick dozen manuscripts, she made up her mind to write more seriously!
…
At this time, everyone also saw Yu Ping's book.
30,000 words, published online, does not seem to require much effort.
In particular, Yu Ping's works don't need to be savored in detail, it's just satisfying to read them in large sections.
"What, I feel like it's at the level of a primary school student. Anyone can write it."
Some girls were mumbling.
Yu Ping's face looked a little pale.
But then she remembered Ding Wei's words and said forcefully:
"Then if you have the ability, write it."
The editor has said that as long as I can tell a story well, even if my writing is not that good now, I will be able to develop it sooner or later.
“Who can’t tell a story?”
A bonus of 300 yuan and a perfect attendance certificate of 1,000 yuan were hung in front of me. The girl originally wanted to write it, so she decided to do it now.
"I'll write it tonight, and I'll publish it tomorrow. Let's see who gets more votes by then."
Yu Ping wouldn't be angry. She just thought of today's conversation. The more authors the website has, the better it will develop. At this moment, she said: "Then you write it."
The two of them were arguing so much that the remaining girls originally wanted to ask if there was anything more to come, but now it was hard for them to do so.
…
The girl endured her itching and hurriedly climbed into bed.
However, after looking at the notebook for a while, he suddenly became stunned - because he still had no idea where to start.
My mind is filled with the 30,000-word opening chapter written by Yu Ping just now.
——After the girl Yu Ping wrote was reborn, how would she take revenge on her ex-boyfriend?
——How about I write a story like this too.
——No, no, isn’t that the same as what she wrote?
——The girl's ex-boyfriend is so mean, how could she be with her best friend? How hurtful.
She thought about it over and over again, but she didn't write a single word until she fell asleep.
But in the dream, I was watching a fight with a mistress whose face I couldn't see clearly, and I was very anxious.
…
Yu Ping packed up her notebook and backpack early the next morning.
The website has a manuscript deposit box function. The editor said that you can rest assured that it will be automatically backed up. Yu Ping has already planned to input all the next manuscripts into it.
Just as she was about to go out, the girl who disliked her yesterday stopped her again:
"Yu Ping, where are you going? Are you still working?"
Yu Ping was stunned, and then said: "I won't be working anymore. I have to put the manuscripts in the manuscript box in the past few days, so as not to delay my usual work...I am on vacation this weekend."
She looked puzzled at the girl in front of her who basically didn't talk to her. She hesitated and hesitated to speak.
She couldn't help but ask: "What's the matter with you?"
The girl hesitated for a while, then lowered her head and said depressedly:
"Which Internet cafe do you go to? I'll go too. I also need to register an account. You can teach me."
Yu Ping laughed.
…
Nowadays, you can see such author welfare posts in major campus forums, and naturally there are many people who are moved by them.
After all, for most students, college life is quite easy.
Except maybe sometimes the living expenses are not enough.
Li Yulong is one of them.
The living allowance provided by his family is quite sufficient, 800 yuan. If it is not enough, you can add more.
However, I have a girlfriend this semester. In order to show my masculinity, I will inevitably spend money to buy food, fetch water and give gifts to my girlfriend.
Last week, it was his girlfriend’s birthday, and he even ordered a huge cake for her, which made her feel great in the dormitory.
The girl doesn't want him to spend money, so she will give him half of her living expenses now.
But since Li Yulong wanted to show off his masculinity, he naturally refused to do so at any cost.
In this way, it looks very cool to pretend to be fat.
But the money is gone.
But when he asked for money before, it was only one hundred and eighty yuan.
Now it's only half way through the month, and there's not a dime left in pocket money, which makes people very depressed... It's not like asking for money from home, it's not enough.
I wanted to work part-time, but there was no suitable job.
Secondly, the part-time job takes too long, so he has no time to spend with his girlfriend.
I happened to be browsing the forum in the school computer room and saw the welfare post. I couldn't help but feel excited at this moment.
Just yesterday, he read a book called "The Face-Changing Warrior" in the Tieba Forum. It was almost a million words long and was very refreshing.
That book describes Eastern fantasy and Western magic. It feels like there really is such a new world, and the characters in the story are also very interesting.
Li Yulong was a little ready to make a move.
…
He himself sits in front of the computer, and the price of the computer room is not expensive, so he can still afford it with a few dollars in his pocket.
At this moment, I looked around, and for some unknown reason, I took a deep breath and opened the URL link of the welfare post.
Click on "Writer Platform"
Click "Register"
I'm stuck on the author's name.
Because no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of a name that was low-key, luxurious, connotative, and at the same time high-end and classy.
Suddenly a group of people passed by behind him. Li Yulong suddenly felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly typed on the keyboard:
"online"
Press Enter and the registration is successful.
This name...
Li Yulong could not help but be deeply speechless.
This name is too uncharacteristic!
It doesn’t highlight his connotation at all!
…
But now that I have registered, there is nothing I can do. After all, an email address can only be bound to one. It will take a long time to re-register the email address...
He thought again and again, forget it, why not try writing a story first.
[The witch was sent to the gallows, 666 Literature Network
The sun and moon rise at the same time.
The royal cavalry opened the gate of hell,
Holy white light poured out of the church.
The alchemist who had been buried underground for thousands of years woke up from his slumber.
The mainland of Ceylon has lost its former glory.
——A boy from another world!
You should own my inheritance,
You shall conquer the whole sun.
The royal court will be in your grasp,
The flag of fire and blood will forever wave.]
…
He racked his brains to write this introduction, and then, an inspiration came from somewhere, and lines of text immediately burst out at his fingertips.
[Amidst the loud roar of the steamer, in the filthiest cabin at the bottom of the ship, a skinny young man with a bloody face in the corner suddenly opened his eyes.
Behind him, a skeleton glowing with phosphorus loomed over his shadow.
The dim candlelight came from the center of the cabin, and the shadows behind them jumped as people moved around.
The numb crowd stirred and shouted:
"Ceylon! Ceylon! Ceylon is full of gold!"]
…
When Guomu's husband came home, he found that his wife, who was supposed to be cooking in the kitchen, was still busy in the study for some reason.
Standing at the door of the living room, I could only hear the snapping sound of typing on the keyboard.
He was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: Is there any unfinished work?
So I opened the refrigerator, looked at the food inside, and then walked into the study.
"It's finally been a while, what's the matter? Is there a new author for you?"
He took off his suit and asked again without waiting for his wife's answer: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll buy it."
Guomu rubbed his forehead, turned to look at her husband, and said tiredly:
"whatever."
Huh?
The husband was also stunned.
He saw the chat page on the screen and wondered: "You are... so tired and still chatting with others? What's going on? Is there something that's hard to deal with?"
Guomu sighed.
"Didn't I tell you before that I took a job as a part-time editor for a literary website."
The husband also laughed: "Although the money has been used to buy a house, the salary will still be paid, so it is not unbearable. I told you before, you don't have to work so hard, our son can also make money abroad."
and……
"Isn't that a new website? I remember on your first day at work, you said that you had been waiting for three stories all day long, two of which made no sense, and only one was slightly readable, but it was full of typos..."
Shouldn't this be tiring?
…
Guomu rubbed his forehead.
"You also said, that was the first day, and now there are one or two hundred manuscripts waiting for me to read every day. I read them both at work and after get off work... What kind of part-time job is this? It's busier than my regular job. Woolen cloth."
If not for the high salary...
The husband was stunned for a moment and then smiled and said:
"This website has a lot of money. You can get paid by signing a contract. Who wouldn't want to be someone who can write stories?"
Don’t use 300 yuan as solid food. There are many people who really love writing, but first of all, eating has blocked many people’s dreams.
With this 300 yuan, I can persevere again.
Or maybe you don’t intend to persevere and just want to earn these 300 yuan. Doesn’t that require editing and effort?
…
He opened another computer and sat down now.
"Come on, give me what you haven't finished reading, and I'll help lighten your work."
"Didn't you say that the requirements for drafting are not strict? I will use my eyes to help you take a look first, and then when you screen it, you can just take a second look and it won't be so tiring."
Guomu rubbed his forehead and sighed:
"Hey, I swore before that there wouldn't be much work. I was asked to find a few editors, but I didn't pay much attention... Now it's great, I'm exhausted."
Tomorrow, whatever we say tomorrow has to be arranged!
As she spoke, she quickly sent a few emails to her husband's mailbox.
The man randomly clicked on an article and after reading a few lines, he was completely immersed in it.
He also murmured: "Don't tell me, this story is quite interesting..."
Because the current automatic review of web pages is a bit slow, the website will recommend that authors write 20,000 to 30,000 words first, send it to an email, and have an editor review it to see if they can sign a contract, which is faster.
So basically everyone does it this way.
As luck would have it, the article Guo Mu's husband clicked was the result of more than ten hours of hard work in the computer room by Li Yulong.
"Glory of Ceylon: The Rise of the Alchemist"
Author:online
In order to earn some living expenses, he only needed the 300 yuan to last for the second half of the month. He was struggling.
…
The couple was busy until late at night, and they still hadn't eaten at 10:00 at night.
Guomu was the first to escape the sea of suffering. At this moment, he really didn't want to move, so he called the small restaurant downstairs to deliver two dishes.
The two of them were very hungry, but their appetites were not so good at the moment. They ate slowly and discussed the stories they read today.
"I read a story this afternoon. Oh my god, what is it about? How much confidence do you have in yourself before you dare to submit it?"
Guomu shook his head in disbelief while picking up vegetables.
"What did you write?"
My husband was also very interested.
Guomu laughed.
"Wait until I read it for you."
Her memory is not that good, but this beginning is really impressive.
"I am the only god in the world, and my words are imperial edicts. I have 72 wives, and each wife will give me a son. Only in this way can I pass on my roots..."
"Pfft-cough cough cough!"
The husband couldn't help but turned his head away and almost choked with laughter.
"What did you tell people?"
"What else can I say?"
Guomu rolled his eyes: "This is a fluent sentence. You didn't see the many typos... you just refused to sign the contract."
She felt depressed while talking: "If a reader sees an article like this, I have to comment first..."
"Hello, the Qing Dynasty has died, did you know?"
This was a sentence Ding Wei said while chatting. Guomu thought it was very sarcastic, so he silently wrote it down.
…
But Guo Mu's husband is thoughtful now.
"Actually, some of the beginnings that I helped read this afternoon were poorly written, just like your sentences didn't make sense and there were lots of typos."
"But you have to admit that some of them are really better than the manuscripts sent to your magazine."
"It's not about writing, but about creativity. I think when published online, they really dare to write about any subject, and they are actually very unique."
The husband said seriously:
“I don’t think you should underestimate the development of online literature. With this large, tolerant and open platform, and the uncritical attitude of young readers who know how to use the Internet, it might really have a big impact on your physical magazines.
