Chapter 1069 Disappearing Recommendation

It was a peaceful day, and more than half of it passed in a blink of an eye.

From morning to noon, everything was about the same as usual, the store was busy with people coming and going.

With the end of War Dogs, the hype around the movie will fade, but Phymus will not be forgotten until its next movie hits the box office again.

Zhang Zian ran back and forth between the two stores, helping customers choose cats and dogs in the pet store for a while, and then went to the aquarium to help customers advise on aquarium landscaping. He even delayed eating lunch for a long time. Regardless of the fact that one aquarium may not be sold in a few days, the profit is quite high. After all, one set is sold, including aquarium equipment, coral, bottom sand, and aquatic organisms. If it is a little better, it can’t beat thousands of dollars. .

After lunch, it was already afternoon, and the afternoon was the quietest time of the day. Everyone was taking a lunch break, and few people visited at this time, even the pervasive reporters. And today's weather is not good, it has been cloudy, and it may rain at any time, so there are fewer customers.

Wang Gan and Li Kun were sitting opposite each other in the corner playing mobile games; Lu Yiyun was holding Jasmine and focused on painting. Due to too many customers recently, her illustration work had a backlog; Jiang Feifei next door was chatting with classmates, discussing Employment, postgraduate entrance examination, love, gossip and other topics that college girls often talk about. Although she is not interested in these topics, it is not easy to appear too out of group after all.

The elves are also dozing, and the room is very quiet.

The bohemian and freedom-loving Vladimir is not in the store, and he doesn't know where to play, but this is also the norm.

Zhang Zian saw that there was nothing going on in the store for the time being, so he planned to go back to the second floor and lie down on the bed to take a nap. He was a little tired these days.

The second floor is also very quiet, there is no sound in the bathroom, Shihua may also be sleeping.

"π, don't sit in front of the computer all the time, everyone is sleeping, you can sleep at noon too, the grinder is not the woodcutter by mistake." Zhang Zian sat on the head of the bed, ready to lie down.

However, π did not respond to him with the usual "squeak", nor did he focus on typing, but stared blankly at the computer, as if in a daze.

Zhang Zian noticed that it seemed to be in a wrong state, and immediately his sleepiness disappeared. He immediately stood up after lying down, walked to it and asked, "What's the matter, π?"

π looked up at him blankly, pointing at the computer screen, his eyes were very helpless.

Zhang Zian looked at it. On the computer screen, there was a webpage of Qidian Chinese.com. There were many fixed recommended locations on the webpage. The more prominent the location, the better the recommendation effect. He already knew this.

At first, he thought there was something wrong with the website, but looking left and right, the website was still functioning normally, and there seemed to be no problem.

"What's the matter, Pi? What's wrong?" he asked again.

π finally came back to his senses, picked up the mouse and clicked on the writer's backstage to let him see it.

Zhang Zian saw a short message in the backstage, which was a notification from the day before yesterday, to the effect that at 2:00 pm today, its work will soon be listed on a recommended position on the homepage of the website, please keep updating, if there is an emergency, please contact the responsible editor .

He looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, it was already past 2 o'clock.

π switched the page back to the home page of the starting point.

This time Zhang Zian finally understood that π's novel should have appeared on a certain recommendation slot on the homepage at this time, but at this time the recommendation slot was another novel.

"Squeak?"

π made gestures, meaning: Is there something wrong?

Zhang Zian pulled up a chair and sat down, and double-checked the time mentioned in the short message, as well as the novel recommended on the homepage, and after a little thought, he comforted: "Pi, don't worry, I think there may be a delay Well, after all, it's just past 2 o'clock, and your novel may be replaced later."

This situation happens occasionally. After all, there are too many novels on the website. There are tens of thousands of novels updated every day. Every recommended position on each novel must be manually ranked by the editor and the website staff. What happened in the middle? It's not uncommon for problems to cause delays.

Pi nodded,

Accept his explanation, but still keep refreshing the webpage, eyes fixed on the recommended place where its novel should appear.

Zhang Zian's drowsiness was gone, and he sat here talking to it casually, hoping to relieve its anxiety and uneasiness to some extent.

However, after waiting for more than half an hour, there is still no change on the webpage.

π became more and more anxious, and even Zhang Zian couldn't sit still, because the time to be recommended was limited, and he couldn't continue to wait so foolishly.

"π, please contact the editor." He suggested, "Didn't the background text message say that if there is an emergency, you can contact the editor in charge? Besides, the editor in charge is to help the author solve the problem."

Pi hesitated.

"Then let me help you get in touch."

Zhang Zian knew that it was not good at communicating with unfamiliar people, so he took the initiative to undertake this task.

π jumped off the chair and beckoned him to sit in front of the computer.

Zhang Zian found the icon of the bald monk in the contact list. This is the editor in charge of π. Each editor has hundreds of authors under him. The time is very tight and there is no time to chat with the authors, so π rarely bothers the editor actively.

He edited a message, explaining the problem as concisely as possible, and vaguely reminded if the website staff made a mistake in their work, please ask the editor to deal with it.

After sending it, he comforted: "It is estimated that some employee was negligent and forgot to put your novel on it. It should be resolved soon."

π nodded, but his expression was still uneasy, feeling that things were not that simple.

Not long after, the icon of the bald monk lit up, and at the same time, a notification sound sounded.

"Here comes the reply!"

Both Zhang Zian and π were refreshed, and immediately clicked on the information to check.

To his surprise and astonishment, the editor did not send an explanation with words, nor did he express his understanding with an ok expression, but sent a picture.

What does it mean?

Zhang Zian wondered and clicked on the picture to view a larger one.

The image, taken with a mobile phone, is one of the pages of a newspaper.

He knew this newspaper, which was the most influential newspaper in the country, and the headlines on the front page had a striking title - "Ten Batches of Internet Literature".

Zhang Zian and π looked at each other, what kind of charade is this?

Although it is not clear exactly what is going on, the problem is clearly in this newspaper.

The photos taken by the mobile phone are not very clear, and they did not capture the whole article.

Zhang Zian patted π on the shoulder and comforted him, "Wait a minute, I'll go out and buy a newspaper, and I'll be right back. Don't worry, the sky won't fall."