Boom, boom, boom!
"Is Abbot Fangzheng here?" a voice sounded outside the temple.
The monkey opened the door and saw a man standing at the door with a depressed look. After seeing the monkey, he clasped his hands and said, "Hello, Master Jingzhen."
The monkey also clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, is something wrong?"
"Master Jingzhen, can I see Abbot Fangzheng? I... I encountered something..." The man lowered his head, with a look of frustration on his face, and confusion in his eyes.
The monkey said: "I'm going to ask Master to see if Master is asleep."
"No need to ask. I have time as a teacher. Please come in and sit down, please." Fangzheng's voice sounded.
When the man heard this, he nodded gratefully and walked in.
The monkey did not close the door. This is also the rule of the temple. When pilgrims come, the door cannot be closed.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars are shining brightly. Under the moonlight, the Bodhi tree sways in the wind, making a rustling sound. Through the courtyard gate, you can see the Tianlong Pond, which looks like the starry sky inverted, as well as the two bell towers and drum towers full of ancient charm.
In the temple, under the bodhi tree, Fang Zheng and the man were sitting opposite each other.
The monkey brought two cups of tea, then sat on the edge and stopped talking.
Fang Zheng has been observing the man in front of him. The man looks to be in his twenties or less than thirty years old. He has handsome features, but his eyebrows are tightly locked, as if there is some knot in his heart that cannot be untied.
However, what really surprised Fang Zheng and made the man come in was the man's dress.
The man is wearing a suit. It can be seen that this suit must be newly bought. It is very new, very slim, and the workmanship is very exquisite. At first glance, it is a big brand of clothes.
There is a red flower on the man's chest, and a small spike hanging under the red flower. There is also a red note on the small spike, which reads: "Groom"!
There were still debris on the man's head from the salute, but the hairspray on his head still couldn't keep his hairstyle neat, and instead looked extremely messy.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng had some guesses in his mind, but Fang Zheng didn't say anything and just sat quietly.
The man didn't say anything, his eyes were confused, and his mind seemed to be in a mess. He had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.
The two of them sat quietly like this, perhaps sensing the calmness of the monk opposite, the man looked at Fang Zheng.
Looking at Fang Zheng's eyes as calm as the stars, that slight smile was as warm as the sun. Feeling this faint warmth, the man's heart finally began to calm down...
An hour later, the man sighed, and then said: "My name is Yu Nian, I am 29 years old, and I am an online writer. Master, do you know what an online writer is?"
Fang Zheng thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Yu Nian smiled bitterly and said, "Sure enough... Master, have you read online novels?"
Fang Zheng said in astonishment: "You write online novels?"
Yu Nian nodded and said, "Yes."
Fang Zheng suddenly became interested and said with a smile: "I still admire you guys very much. Your imagination is simply amazing. Moreover, your writing speed is scary."
Yu Nian's mood obviously improved a lot after being praised by Fang Zheng.
After all, the person in front of me is the famous Abbot Founder throughout the country! It's not an exaggeration to say that celebrities across the country are big stars. When he praised him like this, there were only a few people who didn't feel it.
Yu Nian said: "It's okay, I eat this bowl of rice, so I sleep and dream about the plot every day. As for speed, anyone can write millions of words every year, so we call ourselves coding dogs."
Fang Zheng said: "I'm so 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, going to the toilet, thinking about the plot. When we have the plot, we have to write it down quickly, or start writing directly. The only thing that is gratifying Yes, I am the one left in the big waves, and my income is not bad. I can make a living by writing books... "
Fang Zheng asked in surprise: "Is your business 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 one thousand two thousand. After tax, it was a little more than one thousand."
Fang Zheng said: "How is that possible? Hasn't personal income tax been raised now?"
Yu Nian continued to shake his head and said: "It's different. Writers generally can't make money, so they all start at 800 yuan. This is also thanks to the emergence of the Internet. Otherwise, like the traditional writing method in the past, a writer can make 180 yuan a month." Ten yuan is already very impressive. Even now, many traditional writers I know actually create without making any money. They only earn five or ten yuan in royalties when they occasionally publish their works.
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 easier than them...
But the threshold for online writers is too low. As long as you want to write, you can do it if you have a computer.
Therefore, the number of online writers is terrifying and has almost reached 8 million! "
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was really shocked: "Eight million? So much? But...how does this poor monk feel that there are not many online writers around him?"
Yu Nian said: "The threshold for online writers is too low. Anyone who has published a book on an online literature website will be counted. But among the eight million people, there may be five or six million people who wrote a few chapters on a whim. I will never write again, or write intermittently only occasionally. These people don’t make a penny, they have to waste their time, and there are no readers, so they are basically dead.
Who would promote their own book that has hit the market? So, they all hid. "
Fang Zheng was speechless... and continued to ask, "What about the rest?"
Yu Nian said: "Of the more than two million people left, it is estimated that two million people are unable to sign contracts. It's like they have produced products, but the supermarkets won't let them sell them."
Founder understood instantly...
Yu Nian said: "The remaining hundreds of thousands of people can sign a contract, but signing a contract does not mean being listed on the shelves and selling money. Even fewer can be put on the shelves and start selling for money. Others don't know, but many of the authors I know are online Those that can't be put on the shelves. Let's count it as more than 200,000 people. Among these 200,000 people, there are hundreds of thousands of people who can't sell much after being put on the shelves. Just like me last year, 900 yuan a month. RMB, more than a thousand RMB. Then there are tens of thousands of people who can earn several thousand RMB, thousands of people who can earn tens of thousands of RMB a month, less than a thousand people who can earn RMB100,000, and less than dozens of people or even less. , making those hundreds of thousands and more.”
After Fang Zheng heard this, he was speechless and said: "This... probability is too low."
Yu Nian said: "Yes, the probability is too low. The output value created by the entire Internet literary circle every year may not be as much as that created by a variety show... Therefore, Internet article authors do not have much influence on the world. Neither does the world. They will pay too much attention to us, we are the kind of people who are often forgotten."
(End of chapter)