"Hey, grab the rhythm under the lamp for me!"
"Catch Yue Guan for me too."
At night, the editors under Qin Fen, under his leadership, seemed to turn on some kind of switch.
They excitedly turned the author database in the computer upside down, and arrested all the authors who were recorded in the little black book and put them into the little black room.
Looking at the eunuch author team which has grown to nearly 200 people, Zhou Weihong felt a toothache.
"Boss, can we stop now?"
"Although we know that you are very rich now, this is not the way to spend money, not to mention that the authors are a bunch of eunuchs. Isn't this a bit too much?"
That's a eunuch author!
It has indeed caused countless resentments among people, enough to make people stand behind them with machetes and supervise them writing novels.
But the royalties from gathering them together are enough for him to do a lot of things.
He even thought that acquiring websites, adding channels, promoting advertisements, etc. would be enough to dig out countless famous authors to write novels on their platform.
His words also attracted the attention of other employees present.
After realizing that this couldn't go on, they all focused their attention on Qin Fen, and then...
"money?"
"That's just a number. I don't care whether I can make money or not. Anyway, it would be a good thing if I can spend all the 18 billion yuan I have."
Damn it!
I really want to spray you to death with a mouthful of salty soda. Zhou Weihong couldn't hold his breath and was almost irritated to death.
Qin Fen's mind is filled with the words "wasteful" and "spending money", so he won't care what you think.
After all, he has a mission to have a father who is the richest man in the universe.
More than 18 billion Earth currencies are really nothing!
What's more, he was looking forward to the fact that the more money he spent, the happier his father would be and what kind of reward his father would give him.
Looking around, Qin Fen saw that everyone had stopped their actions and said, "Is there anyone who wants to arrest the author in the small dark room?"
The editors hurriedly shook their heads.
They thought they would be praised for considering the boss, but they never expected that Qin Fen curled his lips.
"I thought you could find me more eunuch authors!"
"Okay, more than 200 people are better than nothing."
"Li Yanhong, go get 100 million banknotes and bring them to the small dark room to give these failed authors a good stimulus!"
Puff!
You have money, you are willful, and what you say goes!
As for this small black room, the online literature circle is not big, but not small either. In addition, it is located in RC city, and everyone has written novels on the same platform. Everyone is a flounder, so it is easy for us to chat with each other.
Rhythm under the desk lamp said: "Do you think this is reliable? Moreover, when I came here, I heard that we are all eunuch authors who are listed in the editor's little black book. It's just like a dream. One hundred yuan per thousand words, a figure that I dare not even think about!"
Tang Jia San Shao: "It's not just a number you dare not even think about. Even I feel like I'm living in a dream. What's more, I've lost my job now. I don't care if it's true or not. I'll write it even if it's only 10 yuan per thousand words."
Tian Can Tu Dou said in bewilderment: "Who said it wasn't? Besides, who among us is really a famous little god or big god? We are all a bunch of losers. I really don't know why we losers were arrested. Is it just to make us fulfill our promise and finish the novel?"
"If that happens, it will be a huge loss."
"Originally, there is no potential on the platform of Genesis Literature. Not only are there few readers, but the benefits are also average. If it is not big enough, there will be no other choice.
I'm not here to write a novel! "The immortal traitor curled his lips and said: "Who doesn't know about this matter! "
The Purple Air Immortal Emperor became more and more melancholy: "And we all know that the boss of Chuangshi Literature is a self-made man. He has no capital. I guess even if he calls us here and we are willing, we won't be able to keep it going for long."
After all, Chuangshi Literature is not Tencent Literature, Ali Literature, or Zongheng Literature. It does not have the support of giants, has a single channel, and has very little room for development.
More importantly, they are just a bunch of flop authors!
No, it should be the eunuch who entered the palace.
"..."
"The boss is here."
With Li Yanhong's loud shout, a group of eunuch authors stood up and looked towards the door, wanting to see what the boss who had gathered them looked like.
It would have been a small matter if they hadn't looked, but once they did, everyone was shocked.
"Oh my god."
"Money. A lot of money. At least tens of millions."
With the arrival of Qin Fen and a group of younger brothers, one hundred million RMB was piled in front of them like a small mountain.
Even though they had imagined similar scenes in their minds before, they were still shocked when they saw them in real life.
"Boss of Chuangshi Literature?" The Immortal Evil Minister took the opportunity to step forward, "Can I ask you a question?"
Qin Fen smiled and said, "Ask whatever you want."
"Is your offer of one hundred yuan per thousand words real? Can we really get it as long as we write? Are you kidding us?" The immortal traitor said excitedly with expectation.
His question was exactly what everyone else was concerned about, and it immediately attracted everyone's attention. All pairs of eager eyes fell on Qin Fen.
"Of course it is...really." Qin Fen turned his head to signal Li Yanhong beside him and said: "I'm sure you're all a little uncomfortable with being brought here so suddenly, but it doesn't matter. I'll give everyone 10,000 yuan as resettlement allowance."
Oh shit!
He's spending money again, not treating money seriously at all. Zhou Weihong feels so upset and his heart is bleeding.
How great it would be if I had so much money to use. It would be enough to bring creation literature to a new height!
But Qin Fen did not do that, and his orders were still faithfully carried out.
When they received the 10,000 yuan resettlement allowance, the bunch of eunuchs were so excited by the red bills that they were almost speechless.
Finally, after a long while, they recovered and were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.
Immortal traitor: "Really, this is all true, 10,000 yuan, I have never received so much money for writing novels!"
The Purple Qi Immortal Emperor raised his head and shouted: "Dad and Mom, you see, I am also a good writer. I earn 100 yuan per thousand words. Boss, you are my second parents. Dad, I kneel to you."
Tian Can Tu Dou: "I can't take it anymore. My heart is beating so fast and I can't stop it. Hit me and tell me this isn't a dream."
'Pah'
"Young Master Tang, hit me!"
Tang Jia San Shao said innocently and excitedly: "You asked me to hit you, why are you angry with me? Besides, we are not in a dream, this is real. We can really write 100 yuan for 1,000 words, and we really got 10,000 yuan."
When the excitement had almost subsided, Qin Fen continued to smile and said, "Okay, I think you have all adapted to it, so do you have any questions?"
"There is a problem, of course there is a problem. Boss, my ideas are flowing like diuresis, and I am thirsty and horny!" The immortal treacherous minister immediately responded excitedly.
Purple Qi Immortal Emperor said excitedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I feel that my heart of a cross-dressing boss has long been unbearable. I feel that "Transformation into Twin Ponytail Sect Leader" can continue to be written."
"You bunch of bastards who can't find the point, I can still write "Days in Heaven", the key is, where do we work? Where do we write? And do we go back to our respective homes for food and shelter?"
The rhythm under the lamp is the key point and the issue they should care about.
After all, many people are not native to RC City and do not have cars or houses here, otherwise they would not be able to hold on.
For living.
"I have bought the entire floor here. You can do your coding here - in the small dark room."
Everyone was confused.
The corner of the immortal traitor's mouth twitched: "Little...little dark room!"
"Damn, this name is so annoying."
Rhythm under the lamp said with tears in his eyes: "I used to envy those who were popular. People sent them razor blades every day, and people kept asking them to update their posts. But when it really happened to me, it was so painful."
etc!
What did you just say!
The little dark room urges for more updates! Send a razor blade!
Yes, the daily routine in the small black room is to urge students to update their work. Students are not allowed to eat or play games before they finish writing. Once the computer is locked, students are not allowed to use other functions.
In order to urge for updates, some readers even sent razor blades and smashed windows.
I even heard that there was an author who simply stopped updating his works and then let readers come to his house to break his legs and get 500,000 yuan in compensation, and he became rich.
"No, we don't send razor blades." Qin Fen turned his head behind him, then to the door and said: "Come out, check on the eunuch authors who have appeared in your little black book, take them all away and keep them under your care."
"If you don't write well, you won't get paid. If you don't write enough words, you won't get food."
As soon as the words were spoken, the editors showed ferocious faces.
They either held bricks or baseball bats in their hands, and the more ruthless ones even held electric shock devices. There were all kinds of things in their hands.
Suddenly.
The eunuchs looked bitter.
Oh my god.
You really can't play it like this. They are very clear about the attitude of these editors towards them. It can be said that they love and hate them.
Other readers usually send razor blades, but this guy went the other way and just beat me with sticks, bricks and electric shock machines. It's simply... fucked up.
Of course, this is not the end!