My Daily Salted Fish Routine

"The Legend of Wukong, so-called interpreting it from a different angle than the original work, is an exaggeration. In my eyes, this is just a fanfic of Journey to the West. After all, it is just a fanfic, and it cannot stand on the same level as the original work." How to interpret it based on the height.”

"Journey to the West is a kind of sentiment, a sentiment engraved in the bones of us Chinese people. And the author makes good use of this sentiment, using some lackluster and forced sensationalism to earn tears and money-"

"This book seems very shocking at first glance, but without careful reading, the original feeling is lost after reading it a few times."

"The author's writing is too hard, and the whole journey to the west is beyond recognition! The writing is so smoky that it deceives tears and blood. It relies entirely on such vigorous sensationalism to scream and howl. The author is still too young and only knows how to do it. Using this method, it seems that otherwise it would not resonate with readers."

"Tampering with famous works is nonsense, and using the gimmick of Journey to the West to make money is simply shameless——"

Luo Jia watched with interest. Some of them had obviously read the book very carefully and really didn't like it, so they expressed their thoughts.

But there are also people who are black for the sake of being black.

I'm afraid it's not a navy army that takes money to do things.

It is normal for some people to like a book and others not to like it, but The Legend of Wukong has been rising too fast and has dissed too many people. Whether they are displeased by it or feel that the book is topical enough, they take the opportunity to criticize it. There are a lot of people who want to take advantage of the wave.

Let's just say it's bad. The publishing house should keep a closer eye on it. If there is any problem, they will be more nervous than me.

Moreover, "The Legend of Wukong" itself already has a group of fans, and many die-hard fans rose up to resist. The two sides exchanged words, madly exchanged opinions, quoted from other sources, and the fight was fierce.

Tieba forums and Weibo are full of smoke and war.

"Tear it apart. If you tear it off like this, the heat will remain high, which is a good thing." Luo Jia pushed the computer and decided to find some dog food to satisfy her hunger.

"It's a good thing, the situation is very good, one after another." The editor-in-chief of Wutong Publishing House was also very happy.

Wutong Publishing House was extremely happy, but the magazine office where Luo Qingyi worked was in a gloomy mood.

"Jianghu Fengyun poached Loulan at a sky-high price. As soon as Loulan's new book "Cao Mang Tianjiao Biography" was published, sales increased significantly." The editor-in-chief of Wenjian Magazine, named Wang Le, rubbed his eyebrows and felt a little headache.

The author Gein and the others hired had previously written about supernatural beings and transitioned into martial arts, but he still couldn't forget the same old routine. He seemed to be threatening to combine supernatural and martial arts to create a new path.

Supernatural and martial arts, I don’t know what it is about. Anyway, it scared the shit out of all the readers. Complaint letters came like snow, and the mailbox was about to burst.

"Guitong is really good at writing about supernatural beings, but he is not suitable for writing about martial arts." An editor wiped his hands with cold sweat.

"Then what should we do now? Watch Jianghu Fengyun wantonly grabbing market share?"

"Have you received any inspiring manuscripts recently?" The editor-in-chief glanced at the editors.

The editors quickly bowed their heads.

What level should it be if it can compete with Loulan's works? How can it be possible to receive it as much as you want?

The editor-in-chief's eyes fell on Luo Qingyi, who quickly sat upright. Of course she had the manuscript, but should it be sent to the magazine first, or directly to the publishing house? This is a problem.

But now Wukong Legend is selling like hot cakes, and sales are rising steadily. This time is obviously not a good time to release a new work, and some of the sales will be shared...

Moreover, "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind" is too short, only 50,000 words, and it is too thin to be published directly.

Then let's go to the magazine first, but the contract must be negotiated carefully.

The quality of "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind" is only better than Lou Lan's new work, but the asking price cannot be lower than his.

Loulan seems to be two thousand and five thousand words?

Luo Qingyi touched his chin, and probably made a decision in his mind. He raised his hand and said, "I have an idea."

"What can you do?"

"Qingyi, sit down quickly. You are an intern editor, what can you do?" A female colleague with a connection said quickly, worried that she said the wrong thing.

"Let's talk and listen first," the editor-in-chief said.

"I have a distant cousin named Luo Jia." Luo Qingyi said calmly, "Yes, he is the one who wrote "The Legend of Wukong"."

"Luo Jia?" Suddenly, there was a commotion in the conference room.

"real or fake?"

Luo Qingyi pouted, "Of course it's true."

"Can you get a manuscript from him?" A ray of light burst out from the editor-in-chief's eyes.

Luo Jia is so well-known now, so if they invite him over, even if his book is not good, his name alone is enough to solve their urgent needs.

The question is whether people are willing to come.

After all, who knows if Luo Jia writes martial arts.

"Let me give it a try." Luo Qingyi continued to talk seriously.

"This Luo Jia has already made a name for himself in the publishing field and is already a best-selling author. Will he still agree to write for our magazine?" An editor frowned.

Everyone looked at Luo Qingyi.

Little did he know that Luo Qingyi was a traitor, telling lies with his eyes open.

Luo Qingyi said seriously: "I will do my best."

"The price is easy to say. Loulan's price is two thousand and five thousand words, which is a sky-high price. But if he can really come, we will pay five thousand words for one thousand words!" The editor-in-chief said firmly.

Luo Qingyi was stunned.

All the editors were dumbfounded.

So social?