Chapter 1334 I Am an Internet Writer

Boom boom boom!

"Is Abbot Fangzheng here?" A voice sounded outside the temple.

Monkey opened the gate, and saw a man standing at the door with a dejected look on his face. After seeing Monkey, he put his hands together and said, "Hello, Master Jingzhen."

The monkey put his hands together and said, "Benefactor, what's the matter?"

"Master Jingzhen, can I meet Abbot Fangzheng? I... I have encountered something..." The man lowered his head, his face was depressed, and his eyes were full of confusion.

The monkey said, "I'll go ask Master to see if Master is asleep."

"You don't need to ask. I have time as a teacher. This benefactor, please come in and sit down." Fangzheng's voice sounded.

Hearing this, the man nodded gratefully and walked in.

The monkey didn't close the door. This is also the rule of the temple. When pilgrims come, the door cannot be closed.

The moon hangs high in the sky and the stars are shining brightly. Under the moonlight, the bodhi tree sways with the wind and makes a rattling sound. Through the gate of the courtyard, you can see the Tianlong Lake like the starry sky upside down, and the two ancient bell towers and drum towers.

In the monastery, under the bodhi tree, Fangzheng and the man were sitting opposite each other.

The monkey brought two cups of tea, then sat on the edge and didn't talk anymore.

Fangzheng has been observing the man in front of him. The man looks like he is in his twenties or less than thirties. His brows are delicate, but the brows are tightly locked, as if there is some knot in his heart that cannot be solved.

However, what really surprised Fang Zheng and let the man in was the man's attire.

The man is wearing a suit. It can be seen that this suit should be newly bought. It is very new, very slim, and the workmanship is very particular. It looks like a big brand of clothes.

There is a red flower pinned to the man's chest, and a small spike hangs under the red flower, and there is a red note on the spike, which reads: "Groom"!

The man's head still had debris from the salute, but the hairspray on his head still couldn't keep the hairstyle neat, and instead looked extraordinarily messy.

Seeing this, Fangzheng had some guesses in his heart, but Fangzheng didn't say anything, just sat quietly.

The man didn't speak, his eyes were confused, as if his mind was in a mess, he had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

The two sat so quietly, perhaps feeling the calmness of the monk opposite, the man looked at Fangzheng.

Looking at Fangzheng's eyes that are as calm as the starry sky, that slight smile is as warm as the sun. Feeling this faint warmth, the man's heart finally began to calm down slowly...

An hour later, the man sighed tentatively, and said, "My name is Yu Nian, I am 29 years old, and I am an internet writer. Master, do you know what an internet writer is?"

Fangzheng thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Yu Nian smiled wryly, "As expected...has the master read online novels?"

Fangzheng asked in amazement, "Are you writing online novels?"

Yu Nian nodded and said, "Yes."

Fangzheng suddenly became interested, and said with a smile: "The poor monk still admires you very much. Your imagination is simply amazing. Moreover, the speed of writing is frighteningly fast."

Being praised by Fangzheng, Yu Nian's mood obviously improved a lot.

After all, the person in front of him is the well-known Abbot Fangzheng all over the country! It is not an exaggeration to say that celebrities all over the country are big stars. Few people would not feel it if he praised him so much.

Yu Nian said: "It's okay, I eat this bowl of food, so I sleep and dream every day thinking about the plot. As for the speed, anyone can speed up writing millions of words every year, so we call ourselves codeword dogs."

Fangzheng said: "Be humble."

Yu Nian shook his head and said, "Our industry is very hard. We spend almost all day in front of the computer, eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet, thinking about the plot. When we have a plot, we have to quickly write it down, or start writing directly. The only comforting thing is Yes, the big waves wash the sand, I am the one left, and my income is not bad. I can rely on writing books to live..."

Fangzheng asked in surprise, "Your business is very profitable?"

Yu Nian shook his head and said, "How should I put it... I have been writing books for ten years. Last year, my monthly manuscript fee was 1200. After deducting taxes, it was a little over 1000."

Fangzheng said: "How is it possible? Isn't the personal tax already raised?"

Yu Nian continued to shake his head and said, "It's not the same. Writers generally don't make any money, so the starting fee is 800. This is thanks to the emergence of the Internet. Otherwise, like the traditional writing method before, a writer could get 800 a month. Ten yuan is already very powerful. Even now, many traditional writers I know are actually creating without making money, and they only earn five or ten yuan for their manuscripts when they are published occasionally.

The advantage of online writers over traditional writers is that we can sell directly on the Internet and make money. So life is a little better than them...

But the threshold for online writers is too low. As long as you want to write, you can write with a computer.

Therefore, the number of Internet writers is frighteningly large, almost reaching eight million! "

When Fangzheng heard this, he was really taken aback: "Eight million? So much? But...how does the poor monk feel that there are not many Internet writers around?"

Yu Nian said: "The threshold for online writers is too low. Anyone who has published a book on an online literature website is counted. But among the eight million people, there may be five or six million people who wrote a few chapters on a whim. I don’t write anymore, or I write intermittently and occasionally. These people don’t make a penny, and they have to waste their time. In addition, there are no readers, and they are basically on the street.

Who will promote the book that hits the street? So, they all hid. "

Fangzheng was dumbfounded... and continued to ask: "What about the rest?"

Yu Nian said: "The remaining two million people, it is estimated that there are two million people who cannot sign the contract. It seems that they have produced products, but the supermarket does not want them to sell them."

Fangzheng understood in seconds...

Yu Nian said: "The remaining hundreds of thousands of people can sign a contract, but signing a contract does not mean selling money on the shelves. Those who can start selling money on the shelves are even fewer. Others don't know. Among the authors I know, many of them are on the shelves. It can’t be put on the shelves. Then count a little more, let’s say 200,000 people put it on the shelves. Among the 200,000 people, there are more than 100,000 people, but after being put on the shelves, they can’t sell much money, just like me last year, 900 a month RMB 1,000 or more. Then the remaining tens of thousands of people can earn thousands of RMB, and thousands of people can earn tens of thousands per month. , earn those hundreds of thousands and more."

After Fangzheng listened, he was speechless and said, "The... probability is too low."

Yu Nian said: "Yes, the probability is too low. The annual output value created by the entire online literature circle may not be as much as that created by a variety show... Therefore, the authors of online literature do not have much influence on the world. The world also Don't pay too much attention to us, we are the kind of people who are often forgotten."