Knock! Knock!
"Is Abbot Fangzheng around?" A voice sounded outside the monastery.
Monkey opened the door and saw a man standing at the door. He looked dispirited. When he saw Monkey, he pressed his palms together. "Hello, Venerable Jingzhen."
Monkey pressed his palms together as well. "Patron, what's the matter?"
"Venerable Jingzhen, can I meet Abbot Fangzheng? I … I encountered something … "The man lowered his head, looking depressed. His eyes were filled with confusion.
Monkey said, "I'll ask Master and see if he's asleep."
"There's no need to ask. I have time. Patron, please come in and have a seat." Fangzheng's voice sounded.
When the man heard that, he hurriedly nodded gratefully and walked in.
Monkey did not close the door. This was a rule of the monastery. The door could not be closed when a visitor came.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars were resplendent. Under the moonlight, the bodhi tree swayed with the wind, producing rustling sounds. Through the yard's door, one could see the Heavenly Dragon Pond that looked like a starry sky, as well as the two ancient bell and drum towers.
Inside the monastery, Fangzheng and the man sat opposite each other under the bodhi tree.
Monkey brought two cups of tea and sat by the side without saying a word.
Fangzheng kept observing the man in front of him. He looked to be in his twenties. He had delicate features, but his brows were tightly furrowed as though there was a knot in his heart that could not be resolved.
However, what truly surprised Fangzheng and made him let the man in was the man's attire.
The man was dressed in a suit, and it was obvious that he had just bought it. It was very new, and it was very fitting. The workmanship was exquisite, and it was obvious that it was from a big brand.
There was a red flower pinned to the man's chest, and under the red flower hung a small tassel. On the small tassel was a red note. On it was written: "Groom!"
The man's hair still had shrapnel from the salute. His hair gel was unable to maintain his neat hairstyle, making it look especially messy.
Upon seeing this, Fangzheng had some guesses. However, Fangzheng did not say a word as he sat there quietly.
The man did not say a word either. His eyes were in a mess, as though his mind was in a mess. He had many things to say, but he did not know where to begin.
The two sat there in silence. Perhaps sensing the monk's calmness, the man looked at Fangzheng.
He looked at Fangzheng's eyes that were as calm as the starry sky. 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 said, "My name is Yu Nian. I'm 29 years old this year. I'm a web novelist. Fangzheng thought for a moment and shook his head.
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Yu Nian smiled bitterly and said, "As expected … Master, have you read web novels?"
Fangzheng was surprised. "You write web novels?"
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Fangzheng's interest was immediately piqued as he said with a smile, "This Penniless Monk is rather impressed with the both of you. Your imagination is just too amazing. Moreover, his writing speed is frighteningly fast. "
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"That's not too bad." That's why I dream about the plot every day. "As for speed, anyone can write millions of words every year." That's why we call ourselves' Writing Dogs'. "
"You're too humble."
Yu Nian shook his head and said, "Our industry is very tough. We spend almost all day in front of the computer. We eat, sleep, and go to the toilet, thinking about the plot. Once we have a plot, we have to quickly write it down or start writing it. The only thing that's gratifying is that I'm considered the last one. My income isn't bad. I can make a living by writing books … "
Fangzheng asked in surprise, "Is your industry very profitable?"
Yu Nian shook his head and said, "How should I put it … I've been writing for ten years. Last year, my monthly royalties were 1,200. After deducting taxes, it was a little more than 1,000."
Fangzheng said, "How is that possible? Hasn't the personal income tax been raised now? "
Yu Nian continued shaking his head and said, "It's different. Writers generally can't earn money, so it starts at 800. It's all thanks to the emergence of the Internet. Otherwise, it's already very impressive for a writer to earn 80 to 100 yuan a month based on traditional writing methods. "Even now, I know that many traditional writers actually don't earn money when they write. Occasionally, they will only earn five or ten yuan in royalties.
"The advantage of online writers compared to traditional writers is that we can sell directly on the Internet and earn money. "Therefore, our lives are better than theirs …
"However, 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 online writers is terrifying. It's almost reaching eight million!"
Fangzheng was shocked when he heard that. "Eight million? That many? But … Why does This Penniless Monk feel that there aren't many online writers around? "
Yu Nian said, "The threshold for online writers is too low. As long as one has published a book on an online literature website, it counts. "However, among the eight million people, there might be five to six million people who write on a whim. After writing a few chapters, they don't write anymore. Or they write intermittently and occasionally. "These people don't earn a single cent, and they even spend their time. Coupled with the fact that they don't have readers, they're basically a flop.
Who would publicize their flop books? "Therefore, they are all hiding."
Fangzheng was speechless … He continued asking, "What about the rest?"
Yu Nian said, "Out of the remaining two million people, I estimate that two million people can't sign a contract. It's like they have produced products, but the supermarket doesn't want them to sell them. "
Fangzheng instantly understood …
Yu Nian said, "The remaining hundreds of thousands of people can sign a contract, but signing a contract doesn't mean that they can be sold for money. There are even fewer who can be sold for money. Others might not know, but I know that many of the authors can't be sold. "Let's count it a little more. Two hundred thousand people can be sold. "Out of these two hundred thousand people, there are more than a hundred thousand people who can't sell for much money after they are published. Just like me last year, I earned nine hundred yuan a month. "Then, the remaining tens of thousands of people can earn a few thousand yuan. A few thousand people can earn tens of thousands a month. Less than a thousand people can earn a hundred thousand yuan. Less than a few dozen people can earn hundreds of thousands or more."
After Fangzheng heard that, he was speechless. "This … The probability is too low."
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