Lin Yuan naturally didn’t understand Gu Xi’s psychological activities. Not long after he left, the phone rang from an unfamiliar number.
Same old rule, hang up.
The other party called a second time.
It didn't seem like a harassing call. Lin Yuan thought about it and didn't hang up. He answered the line, "Who is this?"
"Hello!"
The other side asked: "Excuse me, are you Teacher Chu Kuang?"
"I am."
“Hello, Mr. Chu Kuang, I am Wei Long, the editor-in-chief of Tribal Literature…” the other party introduced himself proudly.
Lin Yuan swallowed.
Wei Long naturally didn't know how special his name was: "Our Tribe Literature is planning to organize a short story event recently. We will invite 30 short story writers to compete on the same stage. You are one of our invited guests."
"Not interested."
Lin Yuan plans to continue cooperating with Fun Reading.
He felt that the 200,000 yuan per article fee from the Silver and Blue Library was not low. Although the tribal literature platform was convenient, it did not provide any royalties.
"Don't be so quick to refuse."
The other party smiled and said, "All writers who participate in our event will receive a reward of 100,000 yuan. In addition, on this basis, if your work can enter the top three, we will also provide bonuses. The first prize is 300,000 yuan, the second prize is 200,000 yuan, and the third prize is 100,000 yuan."
bonus
Lin Yuan was somewhat tempted.
The third place prize is 100,000, plus the 100,000 for the initial invitation, it seems that it is not worse than the Silver Blue Library. If you get the second or even first place, you will get more bonuses!
Although it’s not a sure thing…
But Lin Yuan felt that with the quality of the stories he had, it would not be a problem for him to get into the top three. After all, the short stories he had were all written by famous authors.
There is a way.
Noticing that Lin Yuan didn't say anything, the other party guessed that Chu Kuang was interested and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Please rest assured that our Tribal Literature will not interfere with the results of the competition among the thirty writers. Who will be the top three in the end will be decided entirely by the readers of our Tribal Literature!"
"What about the rules?"
Lin Yuan wanted to participate.
The editor-in-chief named Wei Long said, "The rules are very simple. We don't limit the subject matter, but we limit the word count. The number of words in the entries must not exceed 10,000. After all, the competition requires short stories, and readers on the Internet don't have the patience to read too long articles. In my personal opinion, no more than 5,000 words is better..."
Pause.
Wei Long continued, "After receiving the manuscripts from the writers, our Tribal Literature Association will promote them in an official name. This kind of promotion will definitely have a wider reach than traditional paper magazines..."
Lin Yuan seemed to be thinking about something.
The readership of tribal literature is indeed wide, which is determined by the attributes of the tribal platform itself. The number of users they have crushes any magazine. When they do this, they only consider how many users will be converted into readers.
"To be honest with you."
Wei Long smiled and said, "We originally planned to directly pay writers to participate, but considering that this event may imitate the format of the music industry's seasonal charts and exist for a long time, we finally adopted this format. What do you think?"
"I'll think about it."
Although Lin Yuan answered this way, he already had an idea in his mind.
The other party also guessed this, so he said: "Okay, this number is in your address book, I will add you as a friend and send the email address to your address book later. If you have any ideas, please be sure to submit them before the end of this month, because the selection will officially start at the beginning of next month."
"good."
Lin Yuan hung up the phone.
In fact, "QuDu" also invited Lin Yuan to contribute.
Because "The Gift of the Magi" was so popular, the magazine's sales increased a lot, so the magazine wanted to cooperate with Lin Yuan for a long time.
But now it seems that tribal literary activities are more cost-effective.
Lin Yuan did not have any sense of belonging to the Blue Silver Library. After all, what he signed with the Blue Silver Library was the work, not the person. He had the right to choose his own publishing platform. This was why he chose Tribal Literature when he first uploaded "Artificial Beauty".
…
During the Chinese New Year, Lin Yuan took advantage of his sister's luck and drew five short stories in one go. He has used two of them so far, and there are three stories left to choose from.
"That's it."
Don't worry too much about choosing.
Because no matter how Lin Yuan thought about it, he felt that the remaining three stories were not bad, and the specific results would depend on the readers' taste.
However, Lin Yuan’s task was not just to choose one of the stories. He also needed to modify the background of the novel to make it more suitable for a certain era on Blue Star.
Because the system gives five original stories.
So "The Gift of the Magi" was adapted by Lin Yuan himself, such as the conversion of money and the change of background and so on.
In comparison.
Lin Yuan’s first release of "Artificial Beauty" did not have a clear historical background and did not require too many changes, so it was the easiest to write.
The explanation for this system is:
The system can help with adaptations that are too complicated, but for stories like "The Gift of the Magi" which have a total of several thousand words, Lin Yuan still needs to do it himself.
Lin Yuan did not resist this.
Humans have more than 10 billion brain cells. Adapting a few thousand words of content will not kill many people, and it can also increase the sense of participation.
This is indeed the case.
Although he didn't know exactly how many brain cells he had lost, Lin Yuan returned to his residence at night and finished changing the background of the story with his computer. It only took him less than two hours, and one hour was spent on looking up information.
It's always better to be rigorous in this kind of thing.
As for writing the original version, that only took twenty minutes.
After revising the novel, Lin Yuan did not send it to Wei Long's email immediately, but thought about sending it to him after a few days.
If I send it to the other party on the same day, wouldn't that expose the fact that I have saved the draft
After turning off the computer, Lin Yuan prepared to go to bed.
…
While Lin Yuan was preparing to rest, Gu Xi was nervously waiting for a call from his friend at the desk in an apartment.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
She answered quickly: "How is it?"
"Miss Gu, it took me a long time to help you get this done. You must treat me to a feast later."
"It's my treat!"
"You have some conscience. The person you are asking about is called Lin Yuan. He is indeed a student in the composition department and a sophomore this year."
"What else?"
"Lin Yuan is a quiet person, and it is said that his health is not very good. However, his classmates have a good opinion of him, saying that he has a good personality and never conflicts with others. That's all. I don't know anything else."
Gu Xi: “…”
How disliked would I be if I, a person who never has conflicts with classmates, had a conflict with me
"That's right."
A friend asked, "Why are you asking about Lin Yuan? Are you trying to get her body? Aren't you, Miss Gu, always picky?"
"It's not his body that I'm greedy for..."
Gu Xi sighed: "You won't understand, can you give me some advice and tell me how to please someone?"
"Of course, it's to please him."
"But I don't know what he likes."
"From my experience, 99 percent of people like money. Of course, I'm talking about mediocre people like me."
"He's not vulgar at all."
Gu Xi sighed again: "If only he liked money... He can't possibly like money..."
How could a god-like figure like money