Moonlight Variations

Chapter 126:

Jiuchuan led Chuli for a few days in City C. It was time to eat, drink and drink. In the past few days, Jiu Gu Xuan has never mentioned the issue of Jiu Chuan being ghostwriter. No one knows what he thinks, Jiu Chuan It's not very clear either-but after the positive argument that night, he didn't bother to continue entangled with Zhou Guxuan, all he should come back to accompany Chuli on vacation.

Shirakawa’s Weibo fell silent again after the "Hungry Wolf Manifesto" played there, but this does not mean that those black people will let him go—

On Sunday afternoon, a new "black spot" broke out on the Internet. Someone checked the open book of "The Book of Luohe" (*the total sales of Old China Bookstores across the country). So far, the total is about 120,000. As an entity The book sales channel is mainly responsible. The old China Bookstore only sells this amount. In other words, the sales volume of "Luohe Book of God" is more than a star and a half away from the original "Millions of First Printing Sales"!

People on the Internet were shocked again: Wow, shamelessly, brag about their sales!

"It seems that someone in the industry wants to **** you." Chuli lay on Hiukawa's back, hugging his neck, and Hiukawa was lying on the bed, playing with her mobile phone. Li's face was pressed against Shirakawa's face, "Where does the average person know what to check for unwinding, and he obviously knows that the sales of general physical books will definitely have a boasting component that can form a black spot before checking this thing-this is for the industry. It’s very common that almost every author puts a wave of ads on sales by default, but readers don’t know."

"Who is it?" Hiukawa asked.

"You are not happy about the person you won," Chuli touched his face, "the one who hates you."

"That's too much to go." Shirakawa sneered, "Let's see what else he can say at night, I guess there will be some follow-up..."

And the facts proved that Hikawa was indeed a crow's mouth.

In the evening, a wave of unresolved waves reappeared, and the follow-up really appeared—this time it was an audio interview, and both the interviewer and the interviewee used voice changers with funny effects...

[Interviewer A: Ah, big man, long time no see, tell me about the **** incident of the well-known writer Jiu Chuan on the Internet this time? 】

[Interviewee B: I have also heard about this... I don’t know if ghostwriting is not, after all, there is no real hammer, right? But that sales volume, giggle giggle giggle giggled...]

[Interviewer A: Really boasting and cheating, isn't it? 】

[Interviewee B: Yes, the first print of "The Book of Luohe" is only about 300,000. I don't know the specific number. I also heard from my friends. It is not as strong as Yuanyueshe...now the physical book market The overall decline, you don’t know how miserable the industry is now, how could there be books with sales of more than one million, it’s impossible. 】

[Interviewer A: What are you suggesting? 】

[Interviewee B: giggle, I didn’t say anything! 】

[Interviewer A: At the beginning, "The Book of Luohe" was in certain, certain Dong, didn't you also say that the sales ranked first? 】

[Interviewee B: That list can be bought. 】

[Interviewee B: What's more, it’s the number one sales in 24 hours. Think about it, if you only sell one book that day, and other books have been sold for a long time, and there are only seven or eight copies a day, then you How could it not be the number one, even if you only sell twenty copies, it is also number one-this kind of place where you can't see the sales is the best fake. 】

[Interviewer A: But the pre-sale volume of a certain treasure is very strong. 】

[Interviewee B: That estimate is true. A large part of the purchasing power is concentrated on a certain treasure, so other e-commerce companies should also be divided into some purchasing power... In short, the first print of "The Book of Luohe" is more than 300,000 yuan. Around, there won't be more. 】

[Interviewer A: What is the point of bragging about sales? 】

[Interviewee B: It creates the illusion that the book is very popular, attracting readers who follow the trend to buy, and the most important point is to attract copyright dealers-if you book, the IP developers of games, movies and TV series come to the door and want to buy, then Can a transparent thing have the same price as a hot thing, right? It can’t be the same. The “Luohe The Book of God” is a kind of trend, games, movies and TV series copyrights, there is no four or five million Zhouchuan may be too lazy to talk to you...]

[Interviewer A: Isn't this a lie? 】

[Interviewee B: The market effect, is this a lie? 】

[Interviewee B: Is this a black spot? I think it’s okay, giggles. Compared to ghostwriters, there is nothing surprising about this kind of thing...]

[Interviewer A: We just want to know from all aspects that Mr. Hikawa... is it a person who likes to deceive. 】

[Interviewee B: Okay, okay, it makes sense. 】

[Interviewer A: Thank you for accepting the interview. 】

[Interviewee B: It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m also paying attention to this matter, and I’m just being idle. 】

This concludes the interview.

Chuli and the person holding the cell phone looked at each other, Chuli hesitated to say something, Shirakawa said, "Wait."

Speaking, the man lowered his head and clicked on the phone, and used the software to call up the background music of "Detective Conan". Then he reached out his hand and made a "please" gesture to Chu Li: "Please start your performance."

Chuli: "In all walks of life, the person who likes to call the author a'teacher' is definitely someone in the publishing industry. Just now the interviewer almost called you'Teacher Hikawa'; and the person interviewed, I have an exploded understanding of what your book is, and my mouth is more than three hundred thousand. Although the specific number is deliberately blurred, he did not hesitate to use the number '30' to show that he is very sure of the authenticity of this matter; Then, he mentioned about IP copyright developers, seemingly inadvertently mentioning a strong relationship, but actually reminding those developers not to use such a high price to take the copyright with you, indicating that he is very clear about this matter to you. Where is the biggest damage point..."

Hiukawa: "So?"

Chu Li: "In the process of hacking you, the interviewee also hacked by the way and boasted that "Disappearing Amusement Park", which was first printed and sold over one million, was the most recent bestseller—the truth is only One, this interviewee is not just as simple as hacking you, he seems to have something to attack Yuanyueshe, or I mean..."

Hikawa: "Conclusion?"

Chu Li: "There is only one truth: this interviewee also uses a hairy voice changer, so it's better to just end it-I'm an old Miao, a past editor who has just been swept out of the Yuanyue Society. All the above is said. Fact, please believe me!"

Hikawa: "..."

Chu Li: "These dog things are really dead, but you still have to spread the corpse poison to make you sick and sick... as soon as you have a chance to retaliate, you will come up and step on it."

Chuli frowned, and reached out to touch the phone in Hirukawa's hand: "It's finished, the BGM is turned off, and it's not disturbing. At this time, there are still thoughts."

Jiukawa smiled and turned off the BGM of "Detective Conan", glanced at the phone WeChat, and it really exploded because of the interview video—a new wave of "bargaining", "low-price ball cooperation", and "you are not worth this thing." So much money, so much. Our cooperation needs to be reconsidered. "A storm like "reappears..."

It seems that the rhythm of losing millions in one night.

Hiukawa turned off the phone directly, lowered his eyes, and thought for a while: "What are you eating tonight?"

Chuli propped his face with one hand, faintly: "Whatever."

Shirakawa: "Eating hot pot, how can you not eat hot pot when you come to C city."

Chuli did not speak, the man reached out and pinched the tip of her nose: "Say something."

Chu Li: "I just want to explode."

Shirakawa's smile remained unchanged: "I didn't even blow up. Why, before I got married, I started to worry about the shrinking of my bank card. You are very prepared for a rainy day, my friend."

Chuli raised his eyelids and glared at Shirakawa. Seeing his hippie smiling face seemed to be nothing serious, he let go of his frowning brows, and was dragged by him to go out for dinner...

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The "sale fraud" incident that broke out on Sunday was a "trust crisis storm" for Hikawa.

Passers-by readers who were kept in the dark easily equated "sales fraud" and "ghosting" according to the guidance of the two people in the audio interview, and completely pushed Hikawa into "false". On his chair, nailed to death...

On the way, it’s not that no one stood up and said that sales boasting is a very common thing in the physical book industry, and every author will do it—but there are only a few people in the physical book industry, among which are the fans of Jiuchuan. There are only a handful of people who are willing to stand up and speak for him. Compared with those who are easily defined by public opinion, they are obliterated in the crowd in minutes...

As the main propaganda party for boasting about sales, Yuanyue Club was also a bloodbath of scolding.

Hiukawa also remained silent. After returning from City C to City G, he simply didn't get out of the door.

Weibo updates serials as usual, but the reposting and comments are less visible to the naked eye. It seems that someone is really defaning, but occasionally you will receive comments: Are you writing the update now? When you think about it, you can’t do it well. Look on

The copyright negotiation of "The Book of Luohe" has also fallen into a state of stagnation. According to the usual situation that all the copyrights have been sold out two months before and after the end of the book, it has been almost half a year now, and all the copyrights are still in hand. There are only two ways to choose between selling it at a low price or being rotten in your hand...

Hiukawa didn't say anything on the surface, but he knew in his heart that he was at a low point in his career.

To say that all the black can be regarded as farce before, and nothing can affect his physical harm—

So now there is.

What is the most important thing for an author?

Is the reader.

An author can be questioned, slandered, and can accept that his creative inspiration is exhausted and needs to start anew to break through the bottleneck, but for the author, what is the most unbearable—

Probably it is a question from readers.

Writing an article is actually simply telling the story you want to tell to people who want to hear it. Some people come up with bad words that "bad article", "not good-looking", "boring", and "boring" can be laughed at by the author. However, what the author can't stand is probably the real readers turn around and leave.

Although it's just such a simple relationship between writing and reading, I still care about it. A familiar reader leaves a comment like "I'm disappointed in you" and turns around and leaves. Maybe the reader even thinks that the author won't see him. comment of-

But the author will actually see it.

What awaits the author is even a day of depression or reflection.

When such comments are increasing.

More and more readers are leaving.

The crowd affected by gossip is getting bigger and bigger—

Substantial damage appeared.

To the point where you can't just sit idly by.

But what can be done, sadly, nothing can be done—

When a person is destined to be a man of arrogance, everything he says seems to be wrong: someone will even ask you, if you didn't do it, why do you have to argue so much?

In the final analysis, people are entangled in whether "Eastern Wen Wen Lu" is his first work. If so, then why is a person born with a well-formed and mature writing style?

All the slander on the Internet can be quelled only by handing in the manuscripts of the real "virgin works" that were once shelved—

Unfortunately, this thing is an untouchable knot in Hiukawa's writing road.

Because of this book, he vowed not to write romance-related anymore, and all subsequent works are directed by men;

Because of this book, he and his father are incompatible with each other, and the works in hand have never been shown to his father. Even when it was not so popular at the beginning, he refused to take the face of Zhan Zhou Gu Xuan and let him write a recommendation. of;

He even refused to bring "Recommended by Day Gu Xuan" as an understatement and no one cares about true or false in the promotion of Yuanyue News Agency...

So in the end, Hikawa chose to remain silent.

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Four days passed in a blink of an eye.

For many people who eat melons, this incident is almost forgotten by them. They turned and devoted themselves to their lives, work, and studies. After dinner, the topic of "writing on behalf of Zhouchuan" was changed to other entertainment gossip—

However, they have left the questioning and defamatory messages on Hirukawa's Weibo.

It has become the smoke-filled tobacco smoke in the room in Hikawa, and the beer cans piled up like a hill in front of the room...Every day at the beginning of the day, when you go home from get off work, you can carry a bag of cans to the community garbage station to throw it away. Day after day, until one day, the garbage collector who specializes in waiting for the cans can't stand it: "Little girl, why do you have so many bottles every day in your house? Don't you have someone in a bar? You have to persuade you to drink too much. Where can I get it, my eldest son was drunk and got sick—"

Under the sun, Chu Li, who was carrying the garbage bag, throbbed hard.

It was like someone put a hand into her chest, tightened her heart, and then desperately squeezed and twisted.

The most hateful thing was that she didn't know what she could do at this time. From the first persuasion to the later silence... Chu Li dragged his numb steps back home, and the door was always closed.

This reminds Chuli that long ago, when they were not together, Shirakawa once locked himself in the room because of a bad mood, and played "Lostriver" and "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau"... At that time he was at most mourning. , Not close to death.

Chuli came to the door, stood still, fingered, and knocked on the door.

"Hikawa."

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"Hikawa, you open the door."

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"Hiurakawa, will you come out and say a word to me?"

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"Hikawa..."

With a click, when the voice of the people outside the door gradually brought a choking, the door was finally opened... The eyes of the person inside were full of blood and red silk, and his beard was unshaven. He showed his face from behind the door and looked at the man with his head down outside the door. People froze for a while, then laughed: "Why are you crying again."

With a sigh in his voice, he stretched out his hand and wiped her tears with his fingertips filled with tobacco.

"Don't cry, what a big deal." The man's voice was very calm. "I haven't had a problem these few days, but there are some things that I can't figure out, but it's strange to think about it. After so many years of serious writing, I have accumulated I keep saying that I like my fans, because even the lack of evidence will easily turn black, and complain to people everywhere that I have fallen in love with an author who is not worthy of liking for so many years..."

Chuli looked up at the man blankly, watching his lips open and close, and suddenly became frightened—

"So, I think it over, it doesn't seem to be interesting, or just don't write it at all?"

The most terrifying thing was still said by him like this.

To talk about what she thought at the time, Chuli found that the so-called "black eyes" was really not just talking, she couldn't lift her breath in her chest and couldn't swallow it, so she almost forgot how to breathe normally—

Tears stopped flowing.

She stared at Shirakawa blankly.

"Hi, Hikawa, I know, you don’t want to personally blame editors, don’t want anyone to be responsible for your writing career planning, you don’t trust anyone..." Chuli’s brain is almost empty, "but only once, this time, you Believe me once, OK?"

She stretched out her hand and carefully grabbed the man's hand.

Fingertips are cold.

A large drop of transparent liquid fell on the back of his hand—

"Anyway, it can't be worse. Just give me that draft and let me try... Let's try." Chu Li lowered his head, crying, "I will do it all my life, all resources. All the resources. People, even if I can't be an editor after this time, I am willing."

The air fell silent.

The drops of water slid down the back of the man's hand, dripping to the ground.

The little girl standing in front of him cried until her feet were soft, and she fell to the ground, her hand still firmly holding his index finger, as if clutching the last straw...

Hiukawa never thought that his understatement would have such a big influence on another person...

It was as if the sky had fallen.

The intense fear and uneasiness of that kind of landslide.