Weird game invasion, one billion dollars to become the ghost king

"Ladies and gentlemen, we should collectively boycott this light novel!"

I saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather jacket standing in the center of the author exchange meeting. He looked thin, wearing glasses, with brown hair neatly combed back, and a look of arrogance and contempt on his face.

In his hand, he held a brand new light novel, which was exactly the book that Hill had written with so much effort. He criticized Hill's novel as useless, and even suggested that the authors present collectively boycott this novel.

"Yes, Mr. Thomas, you are right. This kind of novel is simply lowering the aesthetic limit of readers!"

"I don't understand why readers today like to read this kind of book. Is it because I can't keep up with the times, or is there some evil magic cast on this novel?"

"Alas, this novel is so popular now that our novel sales have been affected... Is this the only way to be favored by readers?"

Most of the writers present nodded and agreed with Thomas' words, while a small number of people remained silent and disagreed.

Hill stood there blankly, his pupils dilated, and he felt a little sad inside.

No one would be happy if his book was talked about like this.

Although Hill is a bit introverted and unwilling to communicate with others, it is a novel she wrote with the greatest enthusiasm. She will not allow others to slander her hard work!

Hill pursed his lips, finally mustered up the courage, and walked to the seat of the exchange meeting. His pale golden eyes did not dare to look at Thomas, and he said softly:

"Hello, my name is Hill, I am the author of this book. Why do you think my book has no nutrition and is a garbage light novel? You attack my novel without any basis. This really bothers me. "

Everyone looked at Hill. Being stared at by so many sharp eyes at the same time, Hill was a little scared, but she resisted not taking a step back. She must seek an explanation for herself.

Thomas was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Ha... Haha, no wonder I think this book is very childish and has no depth. It turns out that the author who wrote this book is actually an inexperienced young man. Girl, what insight can a little girl have!”

Hill retorted in a low voice: "Mr. Thomas, I'm just shorter. In fact, I'm 20 years old. Using appearance and body shape to attack people is too unbecoming of a gentleman, isn't it?"

"you..."

Thomas was choked by Hill's words. His gray eyes narrowed slightly, and he organized his words and said: "Your name is Hill, right? I have never heard of you as a leading author before."

Hill said with a sincere expression: "I'm really sorry, I haven't heard your name before."

Thomas felt insulted. He thought he was a well-known best-selling author, but the other person didn't even know him.

Thomas: "Hmph! I have published three novels in this publishing house, and you don't even know my name. I think you don't have the habit of reading books on weekdays. No wonder you write such poor novels. ."

Hill apologized: "I'm sorry, sir, this publishing house publishes eight hundred novels if not one thousand. I can't afford... so many novels."

There was a burst of laughter from the scene.

Hill blushed and said, "This has nothing to do with my novel. Let's get back to the topic. Why are you resisting my novel with colored glasses? You are very disrespectful."

Thomas: "I said, this kind of work that lacks logic, has no beauty in words, and relies entirely on eye-catching to attract readers is destroying the foundation of literature. As a newcomer, if you don't polish your writing and always think about shortcuts, in fact It’s so lofty!”

Another female author said: "I heard from Albert that before this, you were a newcomer who could not pass the manuscript. Even if your novel is lucky enough to win the favor of readers this time, it will not be able to maintain it for a long time. Not every Not once can I be so lucky.”

A middle-aged man sitting on the sofa on the left said: "This kind of writing can bring you huge profits in the short term. This behavior of yours deviates from the original intention of literature. You just want to make money. Without the cultivation that an author should have."

"Gentlemen, this is a very scary thing. Hill's novels are like Pandora's Box, which will change readers' perceptions and force us to learn this new way of writing in the future!"

"Everyone revolves around the protagonist, just like a puppet, without any IQ. What's the point of this kind of book? I don't bother to write such a meaningless and brainless plot."

"As an author, you should convey your thoughts to readers through novels, so that readers can resonate with us, instead of relying on exaggerated plots and shocking supporting characters to gain attention."

Most of the writers present expressed their own thoughts, and most of them believed that Hill's writing style was not classy enough. Too vulgar.

Hill trembled: "You are talking nonsense, I...my novels are not like this! I...I am also passionate and want to write novels that readers like. I do not want to destroy the foundation of literature... .”

Thomas pointed to the check in Hill's hand and said, "No, you only chose to write such vulgar novels to make money!"

Faced with everyone's aggressive rebuke, the introverted Hill finally couldn't bear it any longer. Her hand holding the check couldn't help but tremble, and the scars on her fingers were aching.

But none of this was as much as the pain in her heart.

Even though he had done nothing wrong, why did he attract so much criticism from everyone?

The only thing they said rightly was that they really wanted to make some money.

Did you really violate your original intention of writing the book in the first place?

Hill's eyes were red. He took two steps back and muttered: "No...what you said is wrong! That's not what I think!"

Hill wanted to defend, but he organized his words deep in his heart. When he spoke, he couldn't say a word, and his teeth were trembling.

Hill is a girl with a fragile heart. When arguing with others, she does not dare to look at the other person.

But this only fueled the arrogance of those conservatives, and their words became even more unpleasant. Some even told Hill to get out.

Just when Hill was helpless and wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"Hahahahaha, so funny!"

A familiar laughter sounded from behind Hill. This laughter was very cheerful, as if he was witnessing a funny circus performance.

Everyone was attracted by the sudden laughter, the argument came to an abrupt end, and they all looked behind Hill.

I saw a handsome young man with black hair and brown eyes in the corridor, laughing heartily.

The person coming was none other than Lin En.