Chapter 120 The Imagination Flood of Online Literature

Gu Ran was confused at that time.

no!

No one asked me if I wanted to go!

"On the second day after you finished the college entrance examination, I asked your mother where you were going, and your mother said you didn't say you were going." Uncle Tang Feng said.

The day after the college entrance examination?

Gu Ran recalled it.

At that time, Jiang Xueli was eating at her home!

No wonder my mother said no without even asking herself...

But this is quite true.

Although my mother didn't ask at all, Gu Ran really... didn't say anything!

Harmful!

It was a waste of time, so Gu Ran returned home carrying fruits. He took a banana and ate it before returning to his bedroom, sitting in front of his desk and turning on the computer.

It has been five or six days since the novel was released.

The results of the new book issue are, to be honest, a bit beyond Gu Ran's expectations. Hundreds of readers have read it, and the follow-up rate exceeds 60%. All the data are very good, and the comment area is extremely active.

"It looks good, I love watching it!"

"Seraph! A psychopath or a person chosen by the gods. There are unknown mysterious and terrifying things hidden under the neon city... It's so imaginative and novel. It's so novel!"

"The monthly vote has been cast, please beg for a quick update!"

"Brother Durian Bibimbap, your novel is really great. After reading it, I want to send you some souvenirs. I hope you can reply to me via private message with your address!"

"Do you want to send souvenirs upstairs, or do you want to send razors?"

"Pfft!"

"The writing in this book is really amazing. It has an urban background, a setting of fantasy mythology, and it is different from that kind of urban cultivation... As long as the author keeps the quality and quantity of updates, I can guarantee that this book will definitely cause a stir in the entire online literary world. An uproar!"

"Brother, is this book for sale? Don't write it yourself. Sell the book to me, and then I'll hire you to write it. I'll give you 20 yuan for a thousand words, and 200 yuan for 10,000 words. With the number of updates you can make now, you can earn it in a day. 400, that’s 12,000 a month! This book won’t necessarily make money in the future. If you sell it to me, you’ll definitely make money. What a bargain?”

Gu Ran scrolled through the comment area, and there were all kinds of comments. Some commented on the content of the book, some said it was awesome, and some even wanted to buy Gu Ran's book.

It’s 2012 now, and I’m used to seeing interfaces from later generations. When I look at this web design, I feel it’s very old. These speeches also have a strong sense of the times.

But actually.

This is what this era should have, and Gu Ran is beyond this era.

Just like this book.

In the Internet literature world, where the genre is still monotonous and single, it is also a product that is beyond the times.

Gu Ran's original idea was that he could make money.

And now the results develop.

It far exceeded Gu Ran's expectations and expectations.

He only thought about books that were not of this era, and might be difficult to become popular in this era.

But one thing was overlooked.

That is...

How powerful a flood of imagination will a book that does not belong to this era bring to the online literature of this era after it is released to this era?

Gu Ran had a strong premonition in his heart.

The final results of this book will definitely be more and higher than those in the previous life!

After taking a few gentle breaths, Gu Ran put his hands on the laptop and continued to type.

His speed has slowed down a lot.

Many of his brains were slow, and it wasn't because his hands were slow. It was because his finger joints couldn't bear it and started to hurt.

It's just an old hard keyboard for a laptop after all.

Moreover, the content is not archived in the mind.

Gu Ran had to remember well and write down clearly and fluently.

Writing too fast can also lead to a decline in quality.

Therefore, he deliberately slowed down to 2,000 per hour.