"A high-level naval army is still a navy," as soon as they walked out of the airport, everyone turned on their phones. Lu Yichou stared at the phone and said to everyone: "They saw that they couldn't continue to do the novel, so they started to attack them personally. Over the years, their methods have not been able to come up with ideas."

No matter how high the high waters are, they are a little tender in front of the old fox Lu Yichou.

Everyone turned their attention to Liu Jingting, who spread his hands, looking like he had nothing to do with me.

"From this situation, many authors should have participated, and they are really not motivated." Editor-in-Chief Wei said calmly.

"It's just the grape psychology." A pretty female editor continued: "After Xingyue broke out that contract, the hatred was too full, and now it's about to break out."

They are all experienced people in the industry. Whether they are mastering the tone or using words when speaking, they must ensure accuracy and proper accuracy, so that the new literary figures, Gu Yongsheng, cannot be disturbed too much.

Han Shuo walked to Liu Jingting, patted his shoulder and said, "Brother, hold on, if you can hold on, they will be soft."

Liu Jingting smiled and nodded.

"Mr. Lu, should we go to have a meal first or to the hotel first?" Kuang Heng asked.

"The hotel has been booked. After dinner, there will be a bus coming to pick it up. Let's go."

There is still a long distance from the airport to the hotel near the grassland. When planning this trip, the administrative department naturally needs to consider comprehensively.

The place to eat is a mid-range restaurant, with senior executives of the company such as Liu Jingting, Han Shuo, Yi Shui'an, Lu Yichou, Wei Wuzhi sitting at a table, while other editors choose seats freely and match them at will.

During the meal, everyone tacitly did not mention the topic of Gu Yongsheng on the Internet. In fact, after a series of premeditated and planned operations, Gao Shuishui successfully pushed the topic of "Gu Yongsheng got out of the writing circle" to the popularity of microblogs today, and the major forums had long been full of angry oceans.

An offensive like this led by a person who is interested and the readers themselves are full of resentment can easily spread. Although Lu Yichou, Wei Wuzhi and others said it calmly, they knew in their hearts that the master behind this incident was definitely a master of the same level as themselves.

The method of progressing in an orderly manner and combining praise and killing can be used to perfection. First, use the tragedy of the story itself to inspire readers' resentment, and then use the great success of the novel to attract hatred and anger other authors. The remarks of famous bloggers like Radish Head and the evil readers' remarks of "The Way of Heaven is Always" are unintentional to fuel the fire.

In short, "A young student who deliberately abuses readers and does not know how to write about emotions must get out of the writing circle."

Then, some people naturally infer that "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains" must have the same urination, and most likely they will arrange a pretentious tragic ending.

This passage seems ordinary, but in fact it is very powerful, because if the novel ends in a tragedy, then this sentence is sure to be the first to say, but so, if the novel ends in a happy ending, then it is the author who deliberately arranges it. He just wants to avoid being guessed and modify the plot bluntly.

When eating, people habitually use their mobile phones or tablets to browse microblogs and forums. The more people say something about Gu Yongsheng, the stranger the look you look at Liu Jingting, because seeing him being ridiculed by the crowd will instinctively develop a mentality of sympathy or gloating, and both mentalities will inexplicably breed a sense of superiority.

Liu Jingting didn't know if he really didn't care or pretended too realistically. He ate this dish with relish and commented a few times from time to time. Lu Yichou and Wei Wuzhi, who had already eaten all over the country, also commented on the dishes from all over the country.

Liu Jingting was not really as calm as he was on his face. Although he had not paid attention to the remarks about himself online, he had long guessed the seriousness of this incident from everyone's attitude towards him, and it was even more cruel than ever before.

Worry is absolutely impossible, but I am a little curious. After all, everyone knows the navy moves on the Internet. He has experienced them several times, big and small, but what puzzles him is why Lu Yichou and Wei Wuzhi and others have to perform, or even perform so calmly?

As usual, when a company encounters difficulties, the more calm the senior management acts in front of the subordinates, the worse the situation is. Instead, some trivial matters will cause leaders to take the opportunity to attack.

What kind of turmoil this time makes these old birds worry so much if nothing is wrong?

In addition, Liu Jingting had another curious thing, that is, he had never found the opportunity to talk to Yi Shui'an all the way from Jianghai to here. Judging from her performance along the way, she seemed to be really not affected by the breakup. She was still as calm as before, listening less and looking at her occasionally. It was not for readers to always say that her characters were alienated from the world, and she gave people this feeling.

After dinner, I waited for more than ten minutes. A bus came late. Everyone got in the car and chatted. They played cards. Wei Wuzhi pulled several authors to play the idiom game. Starting from a smooth journey, Han Shuo was the first to catch the river, Yi Shui'an was closely related. Liu Jingting closed the door and beat the dog, and then the dog was irreconcilable with the power of the people...

After driving for forty or fifty minutes, everyone was a little sleepy. As Han Shuo finally said that he was exhausted, everyone expressed their desire to go to bed. The car gradually became quiet, and only the sound of the engine was roaring alone.

"The snow-capped clouds, the ice rivers hung upside down, the eagles circling, the snow sheep raced, the strange cold was bone-broken, the desolate eyes were shocked." Yi Shui'an looked out the window and said these words gently, "Gu Yongsheng, have you been here before?"

At this time, the car was running on a desolate lonely road, and the iceberg in the distance was visible, which was spectacular. When Liu Jingting heard these words, he naturally knew that these were sentences in the white hair. He couldn't help but admire Yi Shui'an's memory in his heart.

"I haven't been here before, I just saw it in the book, and you actually remember this sentence."

"The company happened to say it was going to travel here, and I saw it by chance."

Liu Jingting nodded, as if he had a question to ask Yi Shui'an, but he didn't know where to speak, and looked quietly at the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

"Actually, my favorite sentence in this book is the beginning of a few small sentences, 'A sword comes from the west. Thousands of arches are lined up, and the demon shadows are scattered. Asking about the mirror is not a platform, Bodhi is not a tree. The realm comes from the heart, and can we get a clear distinction?' And the following sentence, "The wind and thunder are vigorous, and the frost is charming and charming.' The frost brushes away the charming, which is the most appropriate sentence." Yi Shui'an said, turning his head to look at Liu Jingting and smiled slightly.

Liu Jingting replied with a smile and blurted out, "It's rare to see you laugh like this, it's more appropriate to say this now." Yi Shui'an's smile seemed to brush away the frost of the snowy mountains, and suddenly felt charming. Liu Jingting felt a little moved in his heart when he saw it.

Yi Shuian didn't mind him joking with him. He said, "Now everyone is saying that Gu Yongsheng doesn't know how to write about love. He is a wooden stick that has never experienced love affairs between men and women. But I think you are a saint of love."

Liu Jingting laughed softly and said to himself: "He is called the Love Saint at this time. When "The Return of the Condor Heroes" came out, what should I say?"

He looked at Yi Shui'an calmly and said, "Is it because he is still talking about the feelings online?"

Yi Shuian nodded slightly and said, "Everyone is worried that the remarks on the Internet will affect you, but I don't think so. How can people who can say such words as 'A mirror is not a platform, Bodhi is not a tree, and the environment arises from the heart' easily influenced by the outside world?"

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "This is not necessarily the case. The narrator of the text is ultimately different from the individual person. For example, the author who created the heroes may not be the hero himself."

Yi Shuian stared at Liu Jingting's eyes intently and asked, "Do you care?"

Liu Jingting shook his head frankly and asked back: "What about you, what is your true mentality when it comes to external remarks?"

"I rarely see criticism that can touch the core part. More people read books with a mentality of finding faults. They have been proclaiming themselves kings from the beginning, giving up equality and patience and truly entering a novel. Criticism is nothing more than just focusing on some minor parts and talking nonsense."

Liu Jingting said: "Literary and artistic works are inherently difficult to match. Sometimes, the core of the author's attempt to convey may not be able to remain the same in the narrative. Readers accept these and need to have a re-creation process. Therefore, there is a saying that there is a Hamlet for a thousand readers."

"Hamlet?"

“Well, a literary term.”

Yi Shuian smiled and asked, "Tell me your attitude."

"My idea is very simple. Choose some better stories and give them to everyone, entertain others, and entertain yourself."

"This is a very fresh statement, but if you have this mentality, why do you want to make the story go wild and tragic? To be honest, although I agree with Lian Nishang's approach and can accept the arrangement of the ending, I still feel a little regretful when I think about it occasionally. This is not an attitude of entertaining others."

When Yi Shui'an said the last sentence, he rarely showed a little girlish playfulness, which made Liu Jingting feel relaxed and happy. An iceberg beautiful writer like Yi Shui'an, who is both talented and beautiful and famous, has a certain attraction to literary and artistic youth. In addition, she deliberately showed her daughter's posture at this time, Liu Jingting couldn't help but secretly whispered "It's too much", and then silently called Mihu's name three times in his heart, and smiled: "Travels may not be impossible to entertain. Nowadays, idol dramas are so common, so it's always right to make a adjustment."

It is rare that Yi Shui'an is in such a good mood. Liu Jingting was about to ask some other questions, but the car suddenly stopped at this time. The driver shouted: "Here!"

...

After arriving at the hotel, Liu Jingting took a shower happily, then turned on the hotel computer to surf the Internet. He had already experienced curiosity. He entered the Jianghu People Forum and posted posts that denounced "Gu Yongsheng" on the screen. Liu Jingting visited several views with interest. He admired the person behind the scenes who arranged this incident, because it seemed that there was no trace of a navy army left at all, which showed that they were thinking about it.

Then Liu Jingting frowned and his face slowly calmed down when he saw the post "Even if he had never eaten pork, he had always seen pigs running. His parents' experience of falling in love, getting married and having children."
Chapter completed!