Below Yu Zheng's broadcast, the atmosphere changed in an instant.
His original intention was to question the authenticity of Ye Shaoheng's identity as Zhi Tong and An Tusheng.
However, he did not know how he had poked the hornet's nest.
A large group of online writers swarmed over and began to launch a fierce attack on him.
"What's 15,000 words a day?”
"You're making a fuss over nothing."
"With this bit of time, I might as well go and type a few more chapters.”
"Yu Zheng, right? I think there's something wrong with this child.”
"I'm currently locked up in a small black room. I heard that someone is questioning the speed of our online writers.”
"It's obvious that he's trying to ride on the popularity."
"Clown."
"Autumn's Falling Leaf, it's you. Have you reached the Heaven Roll?”
"Autumn in a Leaf? That tentacle monster?"
"I think so. The person who broke out for 30,000 yuan a day for a month.”
"No wonder he jumped out."
"Everyone, who are these people?”
"It seems to be a group of online writers.”
"Twenty to thirty thousand words a day, really?”
"I'm a reader, and I can confirm that this is true. The author I follow writes 15,000 words a day, and he's being urged to update every day.”
"What a pitiful group of people. I won't pirate anymore.”
"Yeah, it's not easy for this group of people.”
“……”
Yu Zheng's broadcast was completely distorted.
Originally, there were still some fans who spoke up for him.
However, they realized that they were no match for this group of web novelists.
They were typing really fast. Before you could finish your sentence, he had already sent a few messages over. He could not beat them at all.
Moreover, this group of people was especially good at teasing. It sounded nice, but it took a long time to realize that they were scolding you.
Yu Zheng looked at how he had finally gotten such a good popularity, but it was actually ruined by a group of online writers.
Furious, he posted a completely brainless blog post.
"The quality of a novel is important, not quantity.
If one were to judge a writer's excellence solely by his speed, then he would be able to do it.
Then there was no need for a writer. AI could handle it now.”
The first sentence was definitely fine.
However, there was a problem later.
"You're also a youth literature writer. Let's not talk about Ye Shaoheng anymore. Han Shuang wrote three million words a year, and his works were popular both at home and abroad.
How does the quality compare to yours?
There was no quantity in quantity, and there was no quality in quality. He came here to bark for no reason and still had the nerve to post such a blog post.
There's something wrong with his brain."
"Good scolding."
"If you have that little time, go and think about the plot. Quality is king. Don't think of using underhanded methods to increase the popularity of the show.”
"He started dancing when he became a little famous."
" What a retard. Appraisal complete."
"Let's go, let's go, let's go write. With this level of skill, it's not worth it for so many of us to deal with.”
“……”
Yu Zheng was very sad.
What kind of people were they?
Wasn't he a web novelist?
You're writers, after all. How can you say it like that?
He was about to retort, but he realized that the comments under his blog were basically left by this group of people.
Annoyed, he lifted his mouse and deleted the two videos.
He couldn't afford to offend her…
…………
Yu Zheng was only one of the representatives of some writers.
Some authors also expressed their views on various social media platforms.
Some people were indeed trying to ride on the popularity.
However, there were some people who doubted it with evidence.
For some traditional literature writers.
If Ye Shaoheng was really the combination of Han Shuang and Guo Erwei…
Doubt was normal.
This matter had somehow evolved into a war between traditional literature writers and online literature writers.
At the beginning.
Everyone was still arguing about how many words a writer could write in a day.
As they quarreled, they went astray.
They began to debate whether the quality of a writer's work would be affected if he wrote too many words a day.
The traditional literature writer expressed his determination.
Definitely.
The words should be concise, and the novel should be refined. Don't focus on quantity, but on quality.
The online writer retaliated, unwilling to be outdone.
He said that times had changed.
Literature was a form of entertainment.
It was best to make the readers feel good.
Otherwise, why would online literature develop so quickly?
Why did traditional literature decline so quickly?
In short, no one gave in to the other, and they quarreled until the sky turned dark.
Then, the topic changed again.
It turned into a dispute over the value of traditional literature and online literature.
The traditional literature writer expressed.
Online literature was like fast-food literature. After reading it, one would forget about it.
There was no depth, no meaning.
The online writer retorted.
Traditional literature had depth and meaning, and there were only a few books that were remembered.
The current readers.
Reading novels was just to kill time.
He treated reading novels as a pastime.
If you make it so painful and hateful, not only will the readers feel uncomfortable, but how much inspiration can they receive?
If he really wanted to cleanse his soul, he should read the Four Books and Five Classics!
If he wanted to see the philosophy of life, he could search it up on the Internet.
There was a lot of chicken soup for the soul, and it was very concise. It was just a matter of one or two sentences.
If you are willing, you can even memorize it.
Both sides were people who made up stories to make a living.
He used words to express his emotions.
They were all extremely handy.
Only when they quarreled would they be happy.
The netizens had initially taken sides to help argue.
Later on, he discovered that…
The quarrel between the two authors was simply too joyous.
You're using the classics.
I borrow the past to explain the present.
No one was willing to be outdone.
The impact of this matter was getting wider and wider.
In the end, even the most influential writers were dragged into this.
"Be it traditional literature or web novels.
In fact, there was not much difference.
It was just that the carrier was different.
There were many excellent works in traditional literature, but there were also some dregs.
The same was true for online literature.
However, online literature had developed rapidly in the past two years, and the number of works had increased exponentially.
With a large base, the difference between good and bad would naturally be large.
Therefore, there was no need to argue about this matter anymore. There was no result.
In addition, everyone's argument had gone astray.
Whether or not Han Shuang and Guo Erwei are Ye Shaoheng's alternate accounts, I personally think that there is a high probability that they are.
There was no doubt that Ye Shaoheng was the owner of Zhi Tong and An Tusheng.
After all, the publishing house had already stood up to prove it. Although it was vague, anyone who wasn't stupid could understand it.
Look at Han Shuang and Guo Erwei.
The style of these two writers was very similar to that of Han Shuang and Guo Erwei.
In addition to the evidence provided, in theory, Han Shuang and Guo Erwei were Ye Shaoheng's underlings, so there was no dispute.
Oh, right.
I don't think there's a need to argue about writing speed.
500,000 words in 43 days.
It was purely handwritten.
My personal opinion, don't spit if you don't like it!"
After Mo Yaoyan posted this, he closed the comments.
He was afraid that someone would quarrel with him!
Now, it was difficult to be a man, and it was even more difficult to be a famous man.
Yu Hua's interview was not over yet.
At the program team's signal, the host asked Yu Hua,"Mr. Yu, another piece of shocking news just came out. It's that the representative authors of youth literature, Han Shuang and Guo Erwei, are actually the same person.
And this person is Ye Shaoheng, whom I mentioned to you just now.
What do you think about this?"
"Ye Shaoheng?" Yu Hua was shocked." You mean, other than using Zhi Tong and An Tusheng to publish his works?
He used two other identities and went to another literary field?”
"Yes." the host replied with a smile.
"I don't have any opinions. It's normal. Writing relies on talent.
Take me for example. I don't know much about words, but everyone thinks that my writing is good. In fact, I don't even know what's good about my novels.”
The emcee smiled. She had a deep impression of Yu Hua's humor." Aren't you surprised? Why is he so talented?"
"What's there to be surprised about?"
Yu Hua smiled." Take Mo Yaoyan for example. He even won the Nobel Prize in Literature. Shouldn't we also question him?
It's still the same sentence, talent!"
…………
After Wu Shuo's broadcast was released, he didn't expect it to cause such a huge controversy.
He had never left the computer.
He had read all the comments online.
He even specially went to watch Mo Yaoyan's broadcast.
It was completely contrary to his thoughts and views.
He lit a cigarette.
He thought about it quietly.
In the end, he decided to post another video questioning Ye Shaoheng.
After all, so many people had stood up to support his statement. They were now caught in a bloody battle and could not get out.
It was a little unreasonable for him, the initiator, to protect himself.
He put out the cigarette.
He began to write furiously.
An hour later, he finished writing a long and lengthy blog post.
He looked back and was very satisfied.
The writing style was elegant, the diction was sharp, and the point of view was extraordinary. This broadcast would definitely be reposted by countless people.
Just as he was about to release this broadcast.
His phone rang.
He didn't intend to answer it, but when he saw the note on his phone, he quickly put down the mouse.
He picked up the call.
"Leader, why do you have the time to call me?”
Wu Shuo was no longer as tough as he used to be, and now he was actually a little fawning.
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