During this period of time, with the help of powerful publicity channels, the number of authors on Qidian Chinese Network suddenly doubled, and many of them were authors who had already published traditional Chinese novels, which meant that they had a certain degree of fame.
Although the popularity of web novelists in this era could not be compared to before Feng Yu's rebirth, the authors in this era still had a lot of readers.
Feng Yu sat in front of his computer and browsed through the latest novels. After searching for almost a day, Feng Yu was disappointed. There were no books that suited his taste.
The current online novels were mainly urban novels, supplemented by Wuxia, online games, and some horror novels. But in his previous life, there were no Xianxia or Xuanhuan novels.
The works that were related to Xuanhuan, or should it be called Western Fantasy. Most of them were based on Western backgrounds, such as knights, magicians, etc.
This genre was very popular now. But there was still no system to upgrade the books. Every book had a different setting, and the names of the books were the opposite. It was tiring to read the books.
Feng Yu was helpless. Who could understand the pain of a book shortage?
During the weekend, Feng Yu spent some time with Wen Dongjun and played table tennis for a while. Yes, they were both amateurs among amateurs, and they were evenly matched. It was hard to tell who had the upper hand.
In the end, Feng Yu lost 2: 3. Both of them threw their rackets away and sat on the floor. They did not care about their image.
"Eh, why are you interested in playing table tennis with me today? In the future, you can invite me for such activities. You should know that I had never won against my colleagues. I can't even win against a young lady! "Wen Dongjun said angrily.
Feng Yu rolled his eyes at Wen Dongjun. Why don't you take a look at where you work? Hua Xia was in the sports industry, and how many of them did not know table tennis? That won't happen. They're not like you. You still have the nerve to hit them. You're just asking for it.
But Feng Yu remembered that he did not even win against Wen Dongjun. If not, Wen Dongjun will continue to brag.
"I am bored, so I asked you out for some exercise."
"Why? You don't play online games anymore?" Wen Dongjun asked curiously.
"I can't keep up with my level, and my mechanics aren't good either. It's pointless to keep getting abused." The game was only fun when there were many people together. Although there was the internet, it was not easy to form a team. Most people had a fixed team. As for the single-player games, Feng Yu was getting bored.
"Aren't you reading online novels? Didn't you say you had a stake in Qidian? I saw tens of thousands of novels, but you don't like any of them?"
"I've finished reading the ones I'm interested in. Those people are too slow at updating!" Feng Yu couldn't help but think of the experts in his previous life. On average, they could update thousands or tens of thousands of words a day. From time to time, they would even explode. What about these people now? Even 3,000 words a day was strenuous!
"When you were chatting with me, didn't you say it clearly and logically? If you don't like others, write it yourself!"
Feng Yu stared at Wen Dongjun. Why does this sentence sound so familiar? In his previous life, many trolls had been rebutted like this. If you can do it, then write it. If you can't, then don't always say that others' writing is not good.
But if it was Feng Yu, he might be able to write a few thousand words. It might be possible for him to write ten to twenty thousand words. But to write a few hundred thousand or even a million words was too difficult.
But Feng Yu thought about it. He might not be able to write it, but it doesn't mean those professional writers can't write it. All he had to do was provide an outline of the story and give the general idea of the story to those authors with fast hand speeds. Wouldn't that be enough?
In his previous life, Feng Yu had heard of those studios. There were experts who wrote the outline of the story and hired some low-level writers to write it.
"Dongjun, you think I can't write it?" Feng Yu looked at Wen Dongjun.
"Oh, others might not know, but I know. I can even tell what kind of shit you shit on your ass! "
"Get lost! I'll let you know what a good novel is right now! I'm not playing anymore. Shower, change and go home. "Feng Yu stood up and said.
"Eh, you really don't want to play anymore? Play for a while more. Do you want me to give you a handicap of two balls? "
… …
Back at home, Feng Yu went into his study and started typing on his laptop.
"Didn't you go to play table tennis with Dongjun? Why are you back so early today?" Li Na walked in and asked curiously.
"I had something on and did not continue." Feng Yu replied without lifting his head.
Li Na saw Feng Yu was busy and thought he was busy with work. She turned and left the room. She only left a cup of tea at the corner of the table.
Two hours later, a rough outline of the story was ready. Feng Yu printed it out and looked at it. He was very satisfied. Hmmm … I heard that all first-time writers are very satisfied with their works.
Feng Yu contacted Qidian and found out that a few famous writers had just finished their novels and were thinking of new books. So, Feng Yu picked the fastest writer and added his or her QQ number.
"Hi, the editor asked me to contact you. What's the matter?" The other party typed.
"I have a novel outline here and want you to write it."
"I had just finished writing my last novel, but I have already thought of a new one. Furthermore, I will write the outline you provided. How are you going to pay me? "
"It's all yours. I don't want anything. Oh, my ID is Sixth White of the Central Plains. "
The other party looked at his ID and realized it was Sixth White of the Central Plains. He was also known as the number one online novel reviewer. It was said that every work that was reviewed by him would become a hit.
"You are Sixth White? Then why don't you write it yourself? "The other party asked curiously.
"I don't have time." Feng Yu lied. Actually, he has time, but he does not have the ability. It might seem easy to write a novel, but when it comes to writing it yourself, you will realize how difficult it is. Anyway, Feng Yu really does not know how to write.
The other party agreed with Feng Yu's answer. Rumor has it that Sixth White of the Central Plains is a rich man. He must be very busy with his work.
"Can I take a look at your outline before I decide?"
Feng Yu immediately sent the outline to the other party's QQ mailbox. The current QQ could not send such a large document, unless it was between members. Unfortunately, the other party was not one.
After ten minutes, the other party sent a surprised emoji. "Sixth White, you are really a god. This idea is too good. I have never heard of it before! What genre is this? "
"This genre is called Xianxia. It is an upgraded version of Wuxia. The masters in it can fly in the sky and burrow into the ground like immortals. You can also call it Cultivation. It is a process of pursuing one's true self. "Feng Yu started to bluff.
"You are indeed a god. I have never heard of this before. This is a genre that you created, right? You gave me this story. Aren't you afraid that I can't write it well? "
Feng Yu was a little worried, but he really could not find anyone else. Moreover, as long as one person leads, he believed that many people will start to write such novels. Very soon, there will be some excellent ones.
"Don't be afraid. Just write it. If you encounter any problems, you can contact me. I believe that you will become famous!"
Many years later, whenever people interviewed this web novel guru and asked him how he created this Xianxia cultivation genre, he would proudly say that it was the sixth guru of the Central Plains, Bai Bai, who gave him the outline and continued guiding him. That was how he created his first book that became popular!
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