full-time artist

There are also many sand sculpture netizens who ridiculed after seeing the interpretation:

"Xianyu: It's too difficult for me. If I can't become a singer, I can only become a song father."

"Xianyu: The scripts of these movies are really bad. I'll go write the scripts myself, and let's go back and make a net."

"Xianyu: Old rules, if there is no game you are interested in, just design a fun game yourself!"

"Xianyu: I'm not 100% satisfied with these singers either. Forget it, I'll fix my voice and sing myself."

"Xianyu:..."

The well-behaved "Linyuan Xianyu" was spoiled by this group of people.

Lin Yuan didn't expect that even designing a game could be associated with this sentence.

What Lin Yuan didn't expect was that...

It seems that even the family has read the interpretation of the word "Xianyu" on the Internet, and they are convinced!

It was noon.

Lin Yuan had lunch with his family.

He suddenly noticed that Dayaoyao was uncharacteristically eating vegetables silently.

"Why don't you eat meat?"

Lin Yuan was used to his younger sister fighting for meat with him, but when he suddenly saw her take the initiative to eat vegetables, he felt like the sun was coming out from the west.

The last time my sister was so sensible was when Lin Yuan had just been discharged from the hospital due to an illness.

"My brother eats meat."

Dayaoyao took the initiative to pinch meat for Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan looked at his mother.

My mother will definitely let me eat vegetables.

Who knew that my mother would say with a gentle face: "Eat more meat, Mom won't force you to eat vegetables today."

The older sister next to him smiled: "My brother is awesome."

"Woooo."

Nanji rubbed against Lin Yuan's trousers.

Lin Yuan: "..."

Is something wrong with me, or is something wrong with you?

After lunch.

Lin Yuan came to the company and met Zheng Jing and Yang Zhongming.

"Come on, little fish!"

Zheng Jing raised her fist and said to Lin Yuan.

Yang Zhongming next to him said, "You did a good job."

Enter the office.

Lin Yuan saw a pile of tea leaves on the table.

Gu Dong said softly: "The chairman just sent someone over, saying that it is this year's new tea, let you try it."

Lin Yuan:? ? ?

It's the world that's not right.

……

It took several days for the feeling of something wrong to disappear.

Everyone's life has returned to normal.

Lin Yuan was finally freed from the uncomfortable atmosphere.

this day.

Lin Yuan came to the studio.

Jin Mu walked over quickly: "The blogger is calling, and I want to ask you to help!"

Lin Yuan asked: "What's wrong?"

Jin Mu said: "You still remember that there is a tradition of soliciting essays on short stories every once in a while in the tribe, right?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

He used to write a lot of short stories in the tribe and earned some bonuses, but he never touched short stories after quitting the tribe.

"Short stories have brought a lot of traffic to the tribe."

Jin Mu continued: "Our blog has also learned from the tribal model and has done similar short story essays. Although the effect is not as good as the other side, it can barely grab a lot of traffic from the other side, but it has been a bit troublesome recently... "

"What's the trouble?"

"Feihong is about to make a move!"

"Flying rainbow?"

Lin Yuan was stunned.

He had heard the name.

There are three chariots in Qin Zhou's short story circle.

The three are Changqin, Feihong and Feng Hua.

Lin Yuan once dealt with Feng Hua, one of the troika.

This is a very good short story writer.

And in the ranking of short story writers, Feihong is even higher than Feng Hua.

"If you look at the influence ranking of short story writers, Feihong is now the No. I closed my pen a few years ago, and my influence has already been surpassed by Feihong. If the tribe invites this person, it will definitely attract extremely high traffic. Now the only person the blog can rely on is you, who is also ranked high in the list of short story writers."

"What rank am I now?"

"tenth."

Lin Yuan searched the list of short story writers on the Internet, and sure enough, he saw the word "Chu Kuang" in the tenth place.

"I didn't lose my ranking?"

Lin Yuan is a little strange. Now that the five continents are merging, it stands to reason that his ranking should drop.

Jin Mu smiled: "Don't be surprised. Although your short stories are few, the influence of your previous short stories is constantly fermenting and improving, especially the "Necklace" which is deeply loved by readers. It’s been so long that people still remember it.”

Lin Yuan was stunned.

It turned out to be the case.

Works like "The Necklace" have tenacious vitality.

Just like the season list, the number one song on the season list may not be something that people can remember.

Some songs may not perform well on the season charts when they were first released, but people still remember the song years later when they mention it.

The same is true for novels.

Perhaps the data just released by "The Necklace" can also be achieved by some other excellent short stories.

Yet in a few years people will still remember The Necklace.

However, those works that were almost as good as "The Necklace" have gradually lost their luster over time.

Perhaps in a few years, the influence of works like "The Necklace" will be even greater.

After all, it is the masterpiece handed down by Maupassant.

This is why Chu Kuang's ranking did not drop down.

Keep looking up.

Lin Yuan was ranked fifth among short story writers, and saw Changhong's name.

However, Feng Hua, who was also one of Qin Zhou's troika, now fell to eleventh.

Just happened to be suppressed by Chu Kuang.

This is the list made by the Literary and Art Association back then. It has become more and more influential in recent years, and it is still recognized by the outside world.

It's no wonder that after Changhong releases new works in the tribe, the blog will be like a formidable enemy.

"I see."

Lin Yuan is now a shareholder of the blog, and is closely related to the interests of the blog. At this time, he must not be lazy.

Get started when it's time to get started.

It's time for Chu Kuang to come out and exercise his muscles.

Besides, because of the shadow matter, Lin Yuan's three vests and the tribe themselves couldn't deal with it.

Which short story to write next?

Chapter 796 King of Short Stories

blog.

department of literature.

A group of editors were frowning at the moment.

Someone sighed and said, "It is estimated that our literature department will be scolded by the higher-ups again."

Tribes and blogs are old rivals.

The tribe held short story events every now and then to attract traffic to the platform.

The blog has also been doing similar activities in a similar way, trying to fight against the tribe.

However, after all, the tribe has a big family and a great business, and the team of short story writers it cooperates with is stronger, so the popularity of the tribe's short story activities has always been suppressed by the blog.

For this reason, the editors of the blog literature department were often scolded by the company leaders.

But even though they couldn't beat the Horde, the blog has been able to support it with all its strength, and it hasn't completely collapsed, so even if the top scolds them, they won't scold them too harshly.

But this blog is really unable to hold on.

Who would have thought that the tribe would invite Feihong to make a move!

That's Feihong!

After Changqin sealed her pen, Feihong became the No.1 in Qinzhou's short story circle!

The head of the troika of Qin Zhou's short stories!

With the support of such a character, the latest short story event of the tribe is definitely a hit!

Bloggers may not be able to resist as hard as they did in the past. This wave is likely to be the rhythm of a complete collapse!

To know.

Originally, the short story activities on the tribe's side have been overwhelming bloggers, but this time they have Feihong, the leader of the troika, taking the lead to help out, and the lineup of writers has directly crushed bloggers!

"How do you fight this?"

"It's not an opponent at all, we are going to be tortured by blood."

"Unless we can hire a short story writer with a higher ranking than Changhong."

"On the list of short story writers, there are only four people who rank higher than Changhong."

"The editor-in-chief has contacted those four writers, and none of them have released any suitable works recently. Short stories are very inspirational, and they can't be written at any time. If you win Feihong, you won’t take it lightly, and if you lose, it may affect the ranking.”

"Eh."

"Wait for the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief said he's going to figure out a way. Maybe there's still hope."

"..."

The crowd groaned.