"@Quanqun, do you know? Long Kongshan has been exposed. Recently, two new books from Xianxia have just been released, but they are actually eunuchs."

"@Lao Xu, what's the situation? Zhong Shen is not an ordinary person. Why is it the eunuch who is sent out a new book?"

"It's very strange. It is said that these two people have inexplicably suffered from illness in the past two days, such as cervical spondylosis, periarthritis of the shoulder, and other hand sarcoiditis. They can't even write a word. The doctor estimates that it will take for at least two months of conservative treatment to improve."

"What's so weird about this? What's so strange about the Chinese gods who are too much to write and get sick? It's just a pity that they were eunuchs because of their occupational typing."

"The reason why I say it is strange is that not only these two middle gods, but also four or five new and five new and old authors have all got sick almost all these days. There are two more miserable things that have nightmares when sleeping. These two days are not as good as death. And the reason..."

"Lao Xu, you aroused my curiosity. Tell me quickly, tell me quickly..."

"It is said that it is because these people are brushing tickets and clicking when they are sending new books. The two nightmares even heard some warnings in the nightmare. If they continue to brush, they will be sick all the time. They said this is a curse."

"What? It's like a supernatural novel, it sounds like nonsense."

"No, what Lao Xu said is true. My friend opened a new book this week and browsed the click. He got sick from that day. He had nothing before. He started having nightmares at night. He would rather have only half of the money the next day than stop browsing tickets. As a result, he healed without medicine that night."

"Really? Lao Ji, are you joining forces with Lao Xu to deceive everyone?"

"Is it interesting to lie to you? If you don't believe it, go to Baiyun Group to ask. Not only these two middle gods, but also the other five little gods. All of them are like this. The group owner of the brush group has said in the past two days that more than thirty-seven customers have urgently refunded the tickets, or they have only been buying for two days and stopped buying them. The business has plummeted."

"I deserve it! I really don't understand that they are all the small gods of the middle gods, so I'm going to do it, which makes me lose my way."

"It's normal. The little god wants to advance to the middle god to be a new book, so he can win, and the middle god wants to advance to the big god, so he can win, even the big god... Haha, do you think the big gods have achieved success and fame, so don't buy tickets? No, there are many big gods who can even buy copyrights even more!"

"Now is the era of proof of enlightenment."

"Lao Xu, stop talking, it hurts my heart."

Wang Xiu looked at the colleagues in his author group who became more and more outrageous as he spoke, and immediately spoke.

Xiu: "Hey, dear, it's a bit too much to say that you can prove the truth by brushing. No matter what, a divine book will not be buried because it is not brushed. To put it bluntly, the ultimate essence is still to read the quality of the book."

Wang Xiu hated brushes, but he would not knock everyone down with one stroke. It was a bit too extreme to say that using brushes to prove the truth. There were still many books that had not been brushed and finally became great masters, such as the girl who basically dived in the group and didn't talk, the thief, the thief, the bust rabbit, the old king, etc.

Lao Xu: "Wang Xiu's words make sense, that's right. It depends on his strength. But it cannot be denied that there are a large number of people in the online literature circle, including people of all levels of the upper, middle and lower levels, and many good books and potential masterpieces have buried their achievements because of the existence of brushes. If it weren't for the industry that they were cancerous, like me, and you, Wang Xiu, would have much greater chance of becoming a god. You and I have missed luck because of brushes."

Lao Xu: "For example, if I hadn't been fooled by someone to open a double-cut at an outside station and had been pitted by an outside station for two years, I would have been writing at Qidian, so would I have been excellent long ago?"

Lao Xu: "Wang Xiu, don't forget that you were one step away from the top ten monthly tickets two years ago. If you didn't have that brush back then, your book was book worth 2,000. If you could enter the top ten for the new book monthly tickets at that time, according to convention, there would be one recommendation that would be promoted until the quality was a little bit interesting. What about now? Since the completion of that book, two or three books have been published in a row, either eunuchs or rewritten. Now I have been wasting another year, and I have only opened this book "Immortal Grass".

Lao Xu: "I also read the beginning of Wang Xiu's book "Immortal Grass". It's very interesting. It has improved a lot compared to before and has the potential to become a god, but you chose Xianxia. As we all know, the three major lists of Qidian. Fantasy Xianxia City has the best results, but the most difficult to make a name for itself. If you don't try it, how can you prove it?"

Lao Xu: "Listen to me, let go of your moral obsession and make a quick swing. As long as you don't use subscriptions, it's okay to read the open point. The most shameless thing is those who use subscriptions and monthly tickets. Clicks and recommendation tickets are nothing. If the data is more gorgeous, you can get good recommendations from the editor. This is at most a little investment in self-operation. Moreover, you know that even if the website is self-scanning, the starting point is still good. Think about those external sites, except for the masters who support the store, they all use them... This is already an unspoken rule in the online literature circle."

Xiu: "Lao Xu, you have been visiting Longkong Mountain for a long time."

Longkongshan is a famous concentration camp for showing off dogs and dogs. Ninety percent are failed authors, and one to half a percentage of them have become great gods for many years. They will also post pictures to show off their pictures in ecstasy. The negative emotions are very strong, and all the losers will subconsciously throw at least half of the reasons for their failure on other things.

The Buddha in the group also wandered around for a while before becoming a god. She was angry and choked by the black dog. Later, she spoke, saying that she wanted to become a god and did not go to Longkong Mountain. If she didn't become a god, it would be better not to wander around. Wang Xiu also wandered around, watered, complained, and even showed off. Yes, show off, you can show off your score of 1,000 for the first time in 24 hours. There are many small flops in the booking of only a few hundred.

Negative energy matters such as brushes, plagiarism, copycats, and ghostwriting are exposed almost every day. They can be called paparazzi concentration camps in the online literature circle. There are many bad things that are even maliciously fabricated, half-true and half-false, and difficult to identify.

It is a place to test the mind. If you don’t become a god and have no confidence, you will lose the motivation to write because of those negative energy after staying in it for a long time, or your three views will be slightly affected. For example, what Lao Xu said is full of standard Longkongshan-style resentment.

Lao Xu: "I admit that I have been shopping in Longkong Mountain a lot, but this kind of thing doesn't come with the wind, and there will be no waves."

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Xiu: "The online literature circle has been developing for nearly 20 years, and it is inevitable that the list-based approach is similar to the unspoken rule. At least the online literature circle is much cleaner than the entertainment circle."

Xiu: "After all, it's about strength. At least there are no young people in the online literature circle. They don't look at their appearance, but only their hard work and updates. Writing style and creativity aren't they?

Xiu: "Lao Xu, let's not talk about anything else. The biggest foundation for becoming a god is to update ten thousand words with quality and quantity. How many days can you and I do before?"

Cultivation: "The basic point of becoming a god requires that kind of spirit. If we don't become a god, most of the reason lies in ourselves. I did complain about the incident two years ago, but if I could make up my mind back then and update ten thousand words every day without sleeping in the middle of the night, I would definitely be able to reach the top ten. I didn't suffer that hard, and I missed that opportunity. I figured it out, but I could only blame myself."

Xiu: "Isn't this crazy if you throw the reasons for failure or success?"

Xiu: "We don't have the energy to write books, so what if we write a nonsense?"

Xiu: "I'll ask you one last month, did you start a new book?"

After Wang Xiu called out this question, Lao Xu did not answer for a long time and it took him a long time to reply.

Lao Xu: "I want to brush it, but I almost brush it. It just happened to be a lot of money recently, so I didn't brush it..."

Wang Xiu looked at this arrogant reply, and his eyes seemed to be able to see a man smoking a cigarette and sighing softly. Yes, without this kind of spirit, how could Wang Xiu talk to him?
Chapter completed!