Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 23: Eat the fruits of oneself

There are a lot of insulting posts in the book review area, and you don’t need to guess that it’s the navy that is coming to make trouble.

However, there was no way. Zhao Qian was too lazy to post anymore, so he had to delete the posts directly. He deleted all the posts that he deliberately made trouble, and the entire book review area was clean again.

At the same time, he felt ruthless. If he let himself know who was making trouble, he would make the other party look good! But he also knew in his heart that it would be almost impossible to find the guy who made trouble, and he had no clues at all.

In order not to affect the performance of the new book, he had to pay attention to the book review area as much as possible. Fortunately, he discovered in time that he just needed to bring his mobile phone and always pay attention to the writer's backend information. Once he found new spam posts, delete them directly, so that the impact could be minimized.

But I felt helpless. Who did you offend me and need to prank me like this?

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Zhou Yang sat in front of the computer and ate instant noodles. When he saw the book review area of ​​"The God-Level Prodigal" was filled with garbage posts, his face was full of sarcasm: "I want to see how long you can last."

Seeing that Lao Song's studio was working hard, he felt relieved and it was worth spending more money. When he thought of throwing a thousand oceans out for this guy, he regretted it and felt heartbroken.

If it was enough for me to eat instant noodles for several months, I would have been able to get the sword twice in a thousand oceans. If I couldn't kill him this time, I would be crazy.

Why do you want to mess with him?

Do you need a reason to hate someone? You don’t like him!

It would be strange if Zhou Yang was not jealous of a mere newcomer. He admitted that he had never been a magnanimous person, and that stifling all threats in the cradle was his way of doing things.

He likes the feeling of destroying a potential newcomer, which is like taking medicine, which can be addictive.

Seeing books that were originally better than me, but because there were too many trolls and couldn't stand it, this is something that makes people happy, right?

In short, Zhou Yang said that he was very happy now.

Suddenly, the QQ prompted a new message, which was sent by the editor. Zhou Yang quickly clicked on it, but after seeing a sentence that made him feel cold in an instant.

The editor said: "The data in your book is a bit abnormal. The editor-in-chief has posted a message and will not have any big recommendations before it is put on the shelves. You want to continue writing it yourself. I suggest you open a new book."

Data exception?

Won't have any recommendations?

Is it recommended to open a new book?

Zhou Yang was completely confused and was shocked by the sudden news. He quickly opened the author's backstage and saw that his eyes almost turned dark.

I don’t know when my new book actually added 50,000 more collections, or more in one day.

What's going on?

It's still normal when I watch it in the morning!

Who did it?

Zhou Yang was furious and had 50,000 more collections in one day. Needless to say, he knew something was wrong. In order to get rid of "The God-level Prodigal Boy", he did not notice it in time, and the book was completely ruined!

Zhou Yang, panicked, directly came to Lao Song: "Lao Song, my new book suddenly has 50,000 more collections. Who made it?" It's not that he suspected Lao Song, and Lao Song was professional, so he must know what was going on.

Lao Song quickly replied: "There has been an unreasonable new competitor these two days. Your book has been on the ranking list, and he has targeted it and made trouble on purpose. I have no choice but to do this. Because everyone has worked together so many times, at most I will return the money to you."

Zhou Yang felt cold hands and feet, and collapsed on the chair in dismay.

The competition between the two studios actually affected me. Should I blame myself for being unlucky or for these two studios to be hateful?

Refund money?

Haha, what's the use of refunding money!

I have written this book for nearly a month, and it took more than a week to write the outline alone, and it took countless efforts to do it. Now, because I suddenly had 50,000 false collections, the whole book was ruined, and I still wrote a lot.

Zhou Yang felt that the whole world had collapsed...

As for dealing with "The God-Level Prodigal", he had no time to take care of it. The most urgent thing is to think about what to do next.

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Zhao Qian wrote more than 10,000 words in the afternoon. Looking at the results that were getting better, he felt full of joy.

I finally saw the hope of making a comeback, and of course I was excited, as if I had seen the scene of myself becoming the supreme god of online literature, living in a luxury house and driving a luxury car, and happily marrying a white and rich beauty.

Well, now I can only think about it. It’s still a little far from that day. Let’s start with the shelves first, otherwise I won’t even have my own attendance.

After looking at the collection, it increased by more than 100 in the afternoon. Now the total collection has exceeded 4,500, which is a little better than expected. Zhao Qian is of course happy. At this rate, the remaining three days should be able to increase by 1,000.

If there are fewer trolls in the book review area, you will be happier.

At this time, Li Wanqing called: "Xiaoqian, I'm hungry."

When Zhao Qian looked at the time, he realized that it was already half past five. Before he knew it, he had been writing for almost two hours. Sure enough, he was addicted to typing, and he was already addicted to the joy of typing.

But I still have to eat food. Only when I have enough food can I continue to write. So I said to her, "Come down to eat when I am hungry. Come down, I will go to the door of the guesthouse to wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Qian was distressed. He didn't have much money left. He only had more than 50 yuan in his meal card, and there were still 100 yuan in WeChat and Alipay. There were still 200 yuan in bank cards, but that was his last reliance. If Li Wanqing hadn't appeared suddenly, he would really plan to spend some time with instant noodles.

He sighed and took his cell phone meal card out.

I stood at the door of the guesthouse and waited for two minutes before I saw Li Wanqing coming out.

She carried her small backpack and asked Zhao Qian: "Where to eat?"

Zhao Qian left the question to her: "Door outside?"

Li Wanqing asked: "How is the canteen smelling?"

Zhao Qian thought for a while and said, "I think it's okay. It's much better than the ones I did in high school and there are more dishes. You can choose different combinations."

"Then let's go to the cafeteria. I think the things in the school are at least cleaner than those outside." Li Wanqing is not a delicate lady. She basically ate in the cafeteria for four years in college, so she may not be happy to let her go out to eat.

Zhao Qian knew that she was actually saving money for herself, but he did not refuse. He really didn't have much money now, and there was no need to pretend to be a big head in front of her.

However, during the holiday today, there are not many windows open to the canteen, only the public window on the first floor and the braised chicken claypot rice on the second floor are open for business. Oh, and spicy hot pot.

"Just eat spicy hot pot." Li Wanqing decided.

Zhao Qian had no objection. He was eating anyway, as long as he could fill his stomach.

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