In the blink of an eye, more than half of the peaceful day had passed.
From morning to noon, everything was the same as usual. The shop was busy, and people came and went.
With the end of Dog Warrior's schedule, the craze brought by the movie would slowly fade, but Famous would not be forgotten until its next movie blew up the box office again.
Zhang Zian ran back and forth between the two shops. One moment, he was at the pet shop helping customers choose cats and dogs, and the next moment, he was at the aquarium helping customers with the aquarium design. Even lunch was delayed for a long time. Even though the aquarium tanks might not be sold in a few days, the profits were quite high. After all, a set of aquarium tanks was sold, including the aquarium equipment, corals, bottom sand, and aquatic creatures. Even a few thousand dollars would not be enough.
After lunch, it was already afternoon. The afternoon was the quietest time of the day. Everyone was taking a lunch break, and very few people visited at this time, even the pervasive reporters. Today's weather was not good. It was cloudy, and it could rain at any time, so there were even fewer customers.
Wang Qian and Li Kun were sitting in the corner playing mobile games. Lu Yiyun was holding Jasmine and focusing on drawing. Because there had been too many customers recently, her illustration work had been backlogged a lot. Next door, Jiang Feifei was chatting with her classmates about employment, postgraduate entrance exams, love, gossip, and other topics that university girls often talked about. Although she had no interest in these things, she did not want to appear too unsociable.
The elfins were also napping, and the room was very quiet.
The unrestrained and free-loving Vladimir was not in the shop. No one knew where he had gone to play, but that was normal.
Zhang Zian saw that there was nothing to do in the shop for the time being, so he planned to go back to the second floor. He also laid down on the bed and took a nap. He had been a little tired these past few days.
The second floor was also very quiet. There was no sound in the bathroom, so Sihwa was probably also sleeping.
"Pi, don't always sit in front of the computer. Everyone is sleeping. You should also take a nap at noon. Grinding doesn't delay chopping wood." Zhang Zian sat on the bed, preparing to lie down.
However, Pi did not respond to him with its usual "zhi zhi" sound, nor did it focus on typing. Instead, it stared blankly at the computer, as if it was in a daze.
Zhang Zian noticed that it seemed to be in a strange state, and his sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He, who had already laid down, immediately stood up, walked to its side, and asked, "What's wrong, Pi?"
Pi looked up at him blankly, pointing at the computer screen, its eyes filled with helplessness.
Zhang Zian took a look. The Qidian website was open on the computer screen. There were many fixed recommended positions on the website. The more prominent the position, the better the effect. He already knew this.
At first, he thought that there was something wrong with the website, but after looking left and right, the website was still operating normally. It seemed like there was nothing wrong with it.
"What's wrong, Pi? What's the matter? "he repeated.
Pi finally came back to its senses. It picked up the mouse and clicked on the author's platform to let him see.
Zhang Zian saw a short message from the backend. It was a notice sent the day before yesterday. The general idea was that at 2 pm today, its work would be on a recommended spot on the homepage of the website. Please keep updating. If there was an emergency, please contact the editor.
He looked at the time on the bottom right corner of the computer screen. It was already past 2 o 'clock.
Pi switched the page back to the starting point.
This time, Zhang Zian finally understood. Pi's novel should have appeared on one of the recommended spots on the homepage, but now it was on another novel.
"Zhi zhi?"
Pi gestured, meaning: Is there a mistake somewhere?
Zhang Zian pulled a chair and sat down. He repeatedly confirmed the time mentioned in the message and the novel on the recommended spot on the homepage. After thinking for a while, he comforted it. "Pi, don't worry. I think there might be a delay. After all, it's just past 2 o 'clock. Your novel might be replaced later."
This kind of situation would occasionally occur. After all, there were too many novels on the website. There were tens of thousands of novels updated every day, and the editors and website staff had to manually arrange the recommendation spots for each novel. It was not uncommon for there to be a problem in the middle that caused a delay.
Pi nodded and accepted his explanation, but it still kept refreshing the webpage, eyes fixed on the recommended spot where its novel should have appeared.
Zhang Zian was no longer sleepy. He sat there and chatted with it, hoping to ease its anxiety and uneasiness.
However, after waiting for more than half an hour, there was still no change on the webpage.
Pi became more and more anxious. Even Zhang Zian couldn't sit still. There was a time limit to the recommended spot, and he couldn't keep waiting like this.
"Pi, contact the editor," Zhang Zian suggested. "Didn't the message say that if there's an emergency, I can contact the editor? Besides, the editor's job is to help the author solve problems. "
Pi was hesitant.
"Then I'll help you contact him."
Zhang Zian knew that it was not good at communicating with unfamiliar people, so he took the initiative to take on this task.
Pi jumped off the chair and beckoned him to sit in front of the computer.
Zhang Zian found the icon of the bald monk in the contact list. He was the editor in charge of Pi. Every editor had hundreds of authors under their command. Time was tight and they didn't have time to chat with the authors, so Pi rarely bothered the editor.
He wrote a message, trying to explain the problem as concisely as possible. He also hinted that the website staff might have made a mistake and asked the editor to take care of it.
After sending the message, he comforted it. "Maybe one of the staff was negligent and forgot to put your novel on the homepage. It should be solved soon."
Pi nodded, but it was still nervous. It felt that things were not so simple.
Not long after, the icon of the bald monk lit up, and a message notification sounded.
"A reply!"
Zhang Zian and Pi perked up and immediately opened the message.
To their surprise, the editor didn't use words to explain, nor did he use an OK emoji to show that he understood. Instead, he sent a picture.
What did this mean?
Zhang Zian clicked on the picture to see the bigger picture.
The picture was taken with a mobile phone. It was one of the pages of a newspaper.
He knew this newspaper. It was the most influential newspaper in the country. The headline on the front page was printed with an eye-catching title: "Ten Batches of Online Literature."
Zhang Zian and Pi looked at each other. What kind of riddle was the editor playing?
Although they didn't know what was going on, the problem was obviously in this newspaper.
The photo taken with the mobile phone was not very clear, and the article was not fully captured.
Zhang Zian patted Pi's shoulder and comforted it. "Wait a minute. I'll go out and buy a newspaper. I'll be back soon. Don't worry, the sky won't fall. "
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