Xi Xi didn't feel sleepy at all due to her hearty laughter. Yang Yi played with his daughter for a long time until the little girl was so sleepy that she dozed off. In the end, she didn't even listen to the story and fell asleep in her father's arms.
After settling the little girl down, Yang Yi went to the study and started his "work".
Oh right, today the author's draft box was going to be used up. Yang Yi looked at the nearly 200,000 words he had "transported" over the past few days and decided to upload them all to the draft box in one go.
However, Yang Yi had just logged into the author's platform on the web. Beep, beep, beep. The station's letters jumped wildly.
What is this?
Yang Yi was puzzled and opened it to take a look. The stock of 100 letters in the station was almost full! Except for some system recommendation notifications, they were all private messages from an editor named Qiang Zi.
"Hello author, I am your editor Qiang Zi."
"Are you there? I am your editor Qiang Zi. "
"Please add my SNS: 27960 XXXXX. It's convenient to contact." (PS: SNS is this world's chat software. However, compared to QQ, it is more like MSN. Moreover, it is a very old version of MSN.)
"Yang Yi, did you see my private messages? Please reply … "
"No way, brother. You haven't come online for two days?"
"The flowers have withered …"
"Brother, please add me to SNS. I have urgent matters to discuss with you!"
… …
There were several pages of private messages. Yang Yi could feel Qiang Zi's resentment through the screen … He didn't quite understand: "What's the urgent matter? Why are you in such a hurry to find me? "
Yang Yi didn't finish reading the private messages. He calmly closed the mailbox and opened the draft box. He uploaded the next ten chapters inside and set the automatic release time.
After finishing his work, Yang Yi leisurely searched for the SNS software on the Internet and downloaded it. He studied how to use it while registering his own number.
"27960 …" Yang Yi read silently, added Qiangzi, and wrote in the note, "I am Yang Yi."
It was almost 10 pm. Yang Yi glanced at the time. He felt that no matter how hard the editor worked, it was already time to get off work. Therefore, he closed the webpage and prepared to log out of SNS to write for a while.
However, he didn't expect that a few seconds after he sent out the friend request, a dialog box popped up on SNS.
"Yang Yi? Are you really Yang Yi, the author of Soldiers' Assault? "
…
A minute ago, Qiang Zi went to the pantry again. This time, he poured a cup of coffee. Only the fragrant coffee could drive away his sleepiness.
"Why haven't you appeared yet? Has he already rested? "Qiangzi sat down and rubbed his eyebrows with a sigh.
In order to wait for Yang Yi, he almost stayed in front of the computer. He was supposed to get off work at six o 'clock, but Qiang Zi was still in the company, waiting until now …
"Should I wait until eleven o 'clock, no, wait until twelve? If he hasn't come online yet, I'll wait until tomorrow? "
However, a beeping sound made Qiangzi suddenly come back to his senses.
"Please, please!" He had been disappointed countless times. Qiangzi prayed and opened the SNS system notification.
It was a friend request notification, and the other person left a message: "I am Yang Yi!"
Yang Yi?
Qiangzi was ecstatic. He quickly clicked "Accept" and immediately opened the dialog box. He asked with excitement and apprehension, "Yang Yi? Are you really Yang Yi, the author of Soldiers' Assault? "
After a while, Qiangzi felt that the days were like years. Finally, a word popped up in the dialog box: "Yes."
Okay, it's good that it's confirmed!
Qiangzi happily typed and asked, "Is Yang Yi your real name? Or is it just a pen name? "
The copyright association in this world was very strong. Other than some necessary evidence, it could completely protect the private information of the copyright owner. Even the staff of the Qiyue literature website could not access the real name and other private information filled in when the author registered.
"Real name." The other person's answer was still very concise.
"Your book has shown great strength and has received the attention of our editorial department. Therefore, as your editor, I have been entrusted with discussing some matters with you." Qiangzi quickly typed.
"Speak." The dialog box flashed with the other person's response.
Qiangzi was a little hurt. He felt that he was already very homebody and was not good at chatting with others. He did not expect that there would be someone who cherished words more than him. Qiangzi looked at the two word reply and really wanted to vomit blood!
"It's like this. Isn't your book currently in a state of hot sales? We hope that you can slow down the speed of your updates and match our publicity. "
"There's no need to update tens of thousands of words every day! There are many authors on the website who can update four thousand words a day. The readers are moved to death. "Qiangzi was a little exaggerated. In fact, most authors were very diligent.
When he saw this question, Yang Yi was a little puzzled. Why did he have the impression that editors were guys who waved horsewhips to urge him to update? But his own editor actually wanted him to update less?
However, Yang Yi did not care too much. He casually replied, "Just two chapters. That's not much! Is it one a day? The readers don't have any objections? "
Qiangzi quickly explained, "No, as long as you modify the broken chapters, about two thousand words per chapter, and update three to four chapters a day, the readers won't care."
With Yang Yi's current update speed, according to Qiangzi, he could update more than ten chapters a day!
However, Yang Yi did not care. He replied, "Forget it. It's too troublesome."
How could Qiangzi know that Yang Yi was just a porter for this novel. It would be troublesome for him to spend a lot of effort to modify the chapters, increase the number of chapters, and increase the names of the chapters!
"But this is also true. You will lose a lot of profit." Qiangzi weakly retorted.
When Yang Yi heard Qiangzi say that his book was selling like hotcakes, he curiously opened the author's platform again. This author's platform, which was linked to the copyright organization, could provide timely statistics of the author's remuneration. Of course, the data was synchronized, but the money could only be paid out next month. After all, it had to be audited by a third party to prevent mistakes or human influence.
"132409.8 …" Yang Yi could not believe his eyes.
It had been less than a week since he published the book, and he had already earned 130,000 yuan?
Of course, most of this was from the readers' rewards. The subscription data was not eye-catching. After all, Qiangzi had arranged a lot of recommendations for Yang Yi, and "Soldiers' Assault" was at the center of the vortex of topics. It had received too much attention.
But what Yang Yi did not know was that the reason he could get so many rewards from the readers was also thanks to those who slandered him!
The more people scolded Yang Yi, the more readers who liked "Soldiers' Assault" would desperately reward Yang Yi. They were afraid that Yang Yi would lose confidence from the scolding …
But seeing that he had earned more than 100,000 yuan in a few days, Yang Yi was filled with emotion. "In this world, creating works is still very profitable!"
However, Yang Yi did not care about Qiangzi's words. He thought that it did not matter how much money he earned, as long as he had enough.
There was no need to worry about making more money. Moreover, there was a possibility that the original quality of "Soldiers' Assault" would be affected during the modification.
"Oh, it's okay. I'm almost done anyway." Yang Yi's words surprised Qiangzi.
Almost done? It had only been a few days since the update was uploaded?
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