What Should I Do If the System Forces Me To Copy Books?

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Li Chungang, and my writing is like a long night!"——Chapter title

"It's so expensive that people can't come freely, and it's hard to stop the dragon and the phoenix.

The hall is full of flowers and drunk three thousand guests, and one sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states.

Gujiao Jie Tianjia air cold, wind turbulent sea and mountain autumn.

The southeast will always be a golden pillar of heaven, who would envy the ten thousand households at that time. "

This is what Li Chungang got from the literature system for spending 100,000 Chinese coins. When he saw the title, he felt his blood rushing against the current, and his whole body trembled slightly...

The following poem further sublimated the contemptuous momentum of the title!

All the readers and fans of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" think that this single chapter of Li Chungang may be complaining, it may be selling misery to ask for support, or it may be a newborn calf not afraid of tigers...

They never guessed that the author used an original poem that they had never heard before to express their attitude. The simple fourteen characters in the title alone already made people's blood boil.

"As expected of the author who can write "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", this literary talent is really too strong!"

The whole chapter did not ask for subscription, nor did I ask for any support, but after reading it, Gu Bei felt an unprecedented urge, and this urge felt like it was intensifying.

At the same time, countless readers who saw this single chapter in front of computers and mobile phones were not much better than Gu Bei at this time, with blood rushing to their heads and roars in their throats!

"This poem is really too passionate!"

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Li Chungang, and the way of writing is like a long night. Chungang is too domineering, but I like this kind of domineering!"

"Brothers, follow me tonight!"

"Not much to say, all the book coins will be emptied after the subscription tonight!"

"Let's have a good fight tonight!"

"I feel so ashamed to compete with "The Leftovers Are Kings" right now."

"Chun Gang greatly proved the Tao and became a god, who else but me!"

...

A total of 70 characters are not a single chapter that is better than a testimonial on the shelf, and was immediately carried by readers to the online forum, word by word, and immediately put on the top by the administrator.

amazing!

boiling!

envious!

If everyone is on the same level, even if it is on a level above or below, you may still have the desire to compete and challenge, but when the other party is not on the same level as you at all.

When you are still on the first floor and the other party is already on the fifth floor, you will not even have that thought!

After reading this single chapter by Li Chungang, the author of the online literature rivers and lakes forum found that the difference between himself and others is not only the ability to create new themes, but also the literary quality that seems to be a bottomless abyss. gap.

In the eyes of laymen like them, this poem is a good poem that should be understood even in ancient times!

Not to mention, there are really members of the Huaguo Writers Association in the Internet Literature Jianghu Forum. When I saw this poem, I couldn't help being impulsive. I opened a group in the list of button groups, and found the group owner inside to open the private thread. Chat, paste and copy.

"Old Feng, what do you think of this poem?"

This so-called Feng Lao is not only one of the vice presidents of the Domestic Writers Association, but also one of the editor-in-chiefs of the largest traditional literary magazine in China, "Wenfeng", and is also an important figure in the domestic traditional literary world.

If it was this hour in normal times, Feng, who is nearly sixty years old, would have taken a rest long ago. It just so happened that tonight he happened to be worrying about the works published in the next issue of "Wenfeng" and couldn't sleep.

It is true that the current domestic traditional literature is showing signs of being out of date, and each issue of "Wen Feng" can feature very few works, but they are stubborn and unwilling to compromise with the stubborn temper of the older generation of literati.

Good cultural works are good,

Bad is bad, good enough is needless to say, it is a masterpiece, if it is not good, it is useless, this is the main reason why Feng Lao has not fallen asleep so late.

The day after tomorrow is the time for the new issue of "Wen Feng" to be published, but until tonight there is still no work that can satisfy Mr. Feng, so I can only work overtime to review manuscripts and contact those old guys to see if there is any good work......

"Old Li, he stays at home every day to be a turtle with a shrunken head. I'll help you see if you have developed a good work."

"Old Freak Xu, if you keep moving, your coffin board will be nailed to death. It just so happens that our "Wen Feng" is short of a cover work."

"Xiao Hanhan, do you have any works recently?"

"Xiaobei, the next issue of "Writing Style" is short of a few works, are you interested?"

"..."

An old man in his sixtieth year is not only proficient in using buttons, but also skilled in typing with one hand and one male finger, sending messages to friends on the friend list one by one.

It's a pity that the results are minimal.

Didi--

After all, it was midnight, and Mr. Feng didn't expect to get a reply at this time. He didn't expect someone to reply to him, but when the dialog box popped up, he saw that he was not familiar with him, so he was still a little bit disappointed. .

"One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States... That's great!"

When he saw clearly the whole poem sent by the other party, he stood up from his seat excitedly, and recited the poem over and over again, and the next time was more profound and meaningful than the last time. smell.

Looking at the "Lu Yuanhua" who sent this poem, I quickly searched for people I know in the literary world, and then members of the Writers Association... Why can't I remember the memory of this person.

But this does not prevent him from loving this poem.

"Hi Xiaolu, did you write this poem? What is the title of this poem? The quality of this poem is very good. I think it can be published on the cover of the next issue of Wenfeng. What do you think?"

It's really embarrassing for the old man, typing and fingering with one yang finger has to type so much content at one time.

Lu Yuanhua on the opposite side of the computer was an unintentional act on a whim. Unexpectedly, he actually got a reply from Feng Lao, the vice president of the Writers Association, and the content of the poem actually had such a high evaluation. It was "Wen Feng" cover work.

You must know that the cover work of "Wen Feng" means that this cultural work is the best in the same period!

Although he was very shocked, he still didn't forget to call Feng Lao, and typed: "Feng Lao, this poem is actually just copied and reprinted by me. The author of the poem didn't write it out, so I don't know."

"Then who is the author of this poem? Xiaolu, can you contact him? Or if there is a contact method, I can contact him."

It can be seen that Feng Lao loves and is eager for this poem.

Lu Yuanhua was a little hesitant, because he thought of the conflict between traditional literature and Internet literature. If Mr. Feng knew that the author of this poem was an Internet author, would he have other ideas.

At this moment, Lu Yuanhua realized that his behavior was too abrupt!

"What's the matter? Xiao Lu, is there any inconvenience? Just tell me, I can find a solution for you." Seeing that the other party didn't reply for a long time, Mr. Feng continued to type and asked.