The data and reviews put Yu Xian in a good mood.
Then, he closed the back end. He didn't want to reply to those comments one by one.
He only thanked the few people who had tipped him.
As for those reviews and complaints, he could not reply to them in his spare time, because once the work was published, it had nothing to do with him anymore.
Moreover, the authors of traditional literature were still a little reserved.
He was not willing to interact too much with the readers.
And now that the book was finished, all they needed to do was wait for the response from Cultivated Land Magazine.
What Yu Xian was looking forward to the most was for this book to enter the essay competition for " Cultivate the Land ". If it entered the essay competition, it would be promoted.
Moreover, there was a high chance that it would be published in a physical journal.
However, with the volume of 'Alive' and the fact that it had already been completed, there was no need for a serial issue. A full-length special issue was enough.
"Try to pick a long book for the next one.”
Yu Xian thought.
In fact, he could also write according to his own memories.
However, after he finished writing " Alive ", he was shocked to find that he couldn't start writing.
There were many books in her mind.
However, he didn't know which book to write because he knew that it wouldn't be easy to write either one.
He could only remember some of the details.
However, traditional literature such as 'To Live' only remembered the plot and would often be written in the opposite direction.
Instead, it would destroy a classic work.
Although he was only a plagiarist, he was not willing to discard those classics in his spare time.
……
In a smoky room.
A middle-aged man in his thirties with dark circles under his eyes finished his last puff of smoke.
He continued to read on the computer.
Liang Yian was the online editor of Cultivated Land.
To outsiders, being an editor was a very prestigious job, but in reality, his job content was not that decent.
Liang Yian was only in charge of online submission.
His daily work was to review the novels that had been selected for the essay competition, filter out the qualified ones, and submit them to the chief editor.
Then, the chief editor would decide whether to include it in the essay.
It sounded easy, but it was also quite stressful.
Even for the traditional literature faction, the quality of the daily online manuscripts was uneven.
In the age of the internet, the threshold for literature had become very low.
A serious literature platform like " Cultivated Land " also had a large number of manuscripts every day. After seeing it for a long time, she finally understood what it felt like to be fed sh * t every day.
What was terrifying was that…
Some 'authors' didn't even know how to use punctuations before they started writing.
Liang Yian felt that if he could see one of good quality for every twenty submitted articles, he would have stepped on dog shit when he went out in the morning.
He had just finished more than ten books in a row, and all of them made him want to choke to death.
These books were all blacklisted by him without any hesitation.
"F * ck! Couldn't he find a book to read and learn how to break sentences and how to use punctuations?”
"With this level of skill, no one would even read online novels! Fuck!"
Throwing them onto the blacklist meant that even if these books reached the next review stage, they would not be read again.
The website's review was done in stages. It was impossible to just write a few words and come over to review.
The first stage was 10,000 words.
When a book reached 10,000 words, he would receive a review notification.
If they felt that it was not bad and had some potential, they would put it on the white list and review it again when it reached 30,000 words.
This was also because when a book was 10,000 words long, especially traditional literature, it was impossible to tell whether it was good or bad.
As a mature old editor, he would clear the white list every three days.
Now, it was another three days.
After reading a few articles, some could only be blacklisted, while others were prepared to wait and see for another two days.
Two days later, if the quality was acceptable, they could report it to the chief editor.
In doing so, he had never made any fundamental mistakes.
Until he saw Alive.
"Alive? Eh, it seems to have a deep impression…"
"I was the one who interrogated them when they were put into storage, right? When he had six to seven thousand words, he entered the white list.”
"Now, f * ck! It's almost 90,000 words?"
"This author is a little fast!"
Liang Yian was very surprised.
It had only been two days since the author had published the novel. He didn't expect the author to update the novel so quickly.
"Is it a long story?" Liang Yian guessed.
Generally speaking, authors with long novels would update relatively quickly in the early stages to attract more readers and editors.
If it was a long story, Liang Yian would be a little worried.
He had checked on Yu Xian, the author. He was a pure newcomer.
It was generally not recommended for a newcomer to write a long novel, especially for traditional literature.
"Let's wait and see. Maybe some people will reach the peak right after they debut?”
" Moreover, the beginning of this book is very touching…"
Liang Yian thought to himself and lit another cigarette.
When he saw a good book, he felt that he had to have a cigarette with it to double the pleasure of reading it.
Fortunately, good books were not available every day, so his smoking addiction was not too big. It was only half a pack a day.
In front of the screen, his eyes were looking at the words on the computer through the smoke.
He first skimmed through the first chapter that had a few thousand words.
Then, he focused on the next chapter…
……
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