Chapter 370: Battle of the Young Lord (6)

Chenhui Building, the end point on the eighth floor.

"Director Zhang, according to statistics, Fengyun's daily IP has exceeded 2.4 million, and it is still skyrocketing." The secretary stood in front of Zhang Wenyang, the supervisor, sweating profusely, and said cautiously: "And now The number of books updated within three days has exceeded 3,500, which is about to catch up with us, Director Zhang, look at this..."

"This situation must be helped by a master." Zhang Wenyang tapped his fingers on the desk, and said slowly: "The six major strategies obviously grasped the key parts. We didn't think of this before. It seems that this time The enemy is strong."

"Yes, Director Zhang, what should we do then? Should we find a way to fight back?" The secretary said anxiously: "It's not an option to sit and wait like this! How about we ask the young master?"

"Well, does the young master know about this now?" Zhang Wenyang asked.

"I don't know yet, Director Zhang, what do you mean..." the secretary asked.

Zhang Wenyang touched his chin and thought for a while, then said: "Let's report it first, and see what the young master means, and if you have any instructions."

"OK!"

...

"Dali, the news just came from the bookstore that the number of novels updated by Fengyun has skyrocketed in the past few days." Tang Muxin looked at Hong Dali who was lying on Li Nianwei's lap and was about to take a nap, and said anxiously: "Now the novels will be updated within three days. The number of novels has already exceeded 3,000, and our goal is now around 4,000, if this continues, we will lose!"

"Oh...then it's not a big problem, it's fine..." Hong Dali was listless, "What should I do, it's okay..."

"You are really..." Tang Muxin wished she could kick him hard: "Can you stop being so heartless!"

Hong Dali didn't hesitate at all: "No!"

Tang Muxin said angrily: "It's fifty million if you lose, fifty million! It's not a small number. Those who won before will all be lost!"

"I know." Hong Dali turned over and continued to prepare for sleep: "Let them figure it out."

"Ahhhhh!" Tang Muxin said frantically, "You don't care at all!"

"This bookstore was originally intended to be a waste of money..." Hong Dali muttered, "I don't care if it makes money or not?"

Tang Muxin was dejected: "Forget it, I'll let them figure out their own way.

I am really defeated by you. You prodigal son! "

"Wrong," Hong Dali stretched out a finger, "It's a super prodigal son!"

...

eighth floor. end.

"Director Zhang, the young master's side, the young master's side said..." The secretary swallowed hard: "The young master said that we should deal with it."

"Huh..." Zhang Wenyang took a deep breath and said, "It seems that this time is really difficult! Well, how about this, you inform the finance department to make the latest welfare policy. Since the other party If you are so willing to burn money, then we naturally have to keep up. Increase the benefits of authors, and then give readers a discount for reading books."

"Okay," the secretary thought for a while. He asked again: "What about the mobile phone reading client?"

"Add a few recommended places for mobile phone reading." Zhang Wenyang thought for a while, and said: "At present, let's take a safe policy first, and don't care about whether the other party's data is good or not. In short, they can burn money, and we can also burn money." Money. But we can’t completely learn from each other. In this way, you first apply for some funds from the financial side, put more advertisements, and win popularity. At the same time, go to the online forum to expose the income of the mobile phone reading client. For the author Let’s talk about it. Income is the most real thing, so go!”

"OK!"

...

Just when the battle between the terminal and Fengyun started, in an inconspicuous corner of the web literature world, something that was not considered a major event happened.

On July 24, 2014, a chapter of the fantasy novel "Wu Po" serialized in Fengyun was updated. More than ten hours later, on July 25th, when readers were anxiously waiting for the content of the next chapter, "Wu Soul" updated a single chapter.

The title of the single chapter is "A fantasy dream came to an abrupt end, the author Luoxue died suddenly. "

And the content is only one sentence: "On July 25, 2014, the author Luoxue died suddenly in front of the computer."

In the Fengyun author group——

Author 1: "Have you all heard about it? Our website's buyout writer Luoxue died suddenly in front of the computer. It's sad!"

Author 2: "I heard that, alas, who would have thought of this person, who would have disappeared after saying no, he is so fragile."

Author 3: "Speaking of which, Luoxue and I still have a little friendship. He is a very nice person. When I asked him for chapters when my book was not doing very well, he gave it without saying anything. Alas, what a pity. Yes, such a good person..."

Author 4: "The latest news is out, do you want to hear it?"

Author 1: "Of course, tell me!"

Author 4: "Luoxue's buyout price is one hundred thousand characters, but he is a speed writer, and he has to type more than 20,000 words every day. His sudden death is pure exhaustion, which is a pity."

Author 2: "That's right, but the buyout price of a thousand words and a hundred words is not low. Why is he working so hard?"

Author 4: "Speaking of which, he also took up all of our website. According to his performance, about 20 words per thousand words is about the same. But his qualifications are old. When the merger was made, the boss at the top wanted to retain people. , I offered him a price of one hundred thousand characters. I heard that his family has a disabled father, his mother has no income, and a younger sister who wants to study, so he desperately codes to make money! Think about it, One hundred thousand words, 20,000 words a day, 60,000 yuan a month, that's a lot. But this is not enough, he has to treat his father's illness, and he has to prepare the house money for the wedding. Who knew this would happen, what a pity, oh..."

Author 3: "What a pity, the family must be heartbroken, right? Is there any indication on the website?"

Author 4: "Not yet, I don't know what the website can do, just wait for the news."

...

Central Tianjing, Pailun Office Building, sixth floor, Fengyun headquarters.

Wubenguang, Shiraishi and Ma sat on the sofa in Fengyun headquarters, looking at the documents in their hands.

"Master Wuben." After reading all the documents, Baishi and Ma asked Wubenguang, "The author of "Wu Po" Luoxue died suddenly. What are your plans?"

"It's just an author. If he dies, he dies. His buyout price is not low." Gobenguang put the document aside casually: "His subscription is not high. We gave him such a high purchase price before." Deciding on the price is just to take care of his qualifications. He is not a member of my Great Japanese Empire, so he will die if he dies, and I don't plan to waste money on him anymore."

"Well, a useless abandoned son." Baishi and Ma nodded and said, "I can only express my regret."

General Manager Liu of Fengyun stood in front of the two of them in fear, and asked cautiously: "Then this matter. What do you two mean..."

"Dilution." Baishi and Ma said slowly: "Cancel all follow-up recommendations for his book, I believe this matter will be forgotten in a short time. Remember, we want to make profits in the future, and now we have invested A lot of money has been spent. It can’t go on like this.”

"Okay...okay..."

...

July 25, 2014 at nine o'clock in the evening.

The novel "Martial Soul", which was being promoted by classification, was quietly replaced by another book. The whole process went without any notice, nor did it attract anyone's attention.

...

July 26.

A loyal reader of "Wu Soul" wanted to read the book through the recommended slot as always, only to find that the book that was originally on the recommended slot was replaced by another one. After searching for a while, the reader was sure he couldn't find it. After that, you can only enter the bookshelf to read - not all readers will read the updated ones on the bookshelf, obviously, this reader is one of them.

Soon, he found that "Wu Soul" was no longer on the bookshelf.

In the readership——

Reader: "Does any of you know what's going on with Wu Po? Why is the recommended position gone? I can't even find the bookshelf? What happened?"

Reader 1: "Wu Po? It seems that the author died. It's a pity. It is said that he died suddenly on the keyboard due to overwork, alas."

Reader 2: "Yeah, poor thing, I want to subscribe to his book to express it, but now I can't even search for it."

Reader: "What do you mean by website? There is no indication at all?"

Reader 3: "It should be downplayed. It is estimated that everyone will completely forget this book in a few days. There are not many people who read it. It's just that the behavior of the website is so disgusting, alas..."

In the author group——

Author 1: "Have you found it? "Wu Soul" is gone, and I can't find it."

Author 2: "If you don't tell me, I really didn't pay attention, it's gone."

Author 3: "Oh, this matter is not honest..."

...

end.

"Director Zhang, I heard that a writer whose pseudonym was Luoxue died suddenly at Fengyun two days ago. Do you think we should do something?" the secretary asked Zhang Wenyang.

"The writer died suddenly?" Zhang Wenyang rubbed his chin: "This is really tragic, you can ask the young master, he should have some ideas, our young master is very kind-hearted, I believe there will be actions, Let's not interfere for now."

"OK."

...

Chenhui Building, Caiwei Film and Television on the ninth floor.

"Oh? You said that a writer died suddenly? This is really a sad thing." Hong Dali touched his chin: "Can you contact the family of the writer?"

The secretary shook his head and said, "Only Fengyun has the contact information. We can't get in touch at the moment."

"Is that so..." Hong Dali thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone: "I'll ask!"

The phone was dialed soon, and Hong Dali asked, "Master Wuben, hello, hey, I want to ask, do you have the contact number of Luoxue?"

"Oh? Master Dali, do you have any ideas?" Wu Benguang sneered: "I really have the contact information."

"That's good, how about this, I bought the copyright of his book, and you set a price." Hong Da said.

"Master Dali wants to buy the copyright of his book?" Wu Benguang was overjoyed, Hong Dali, a prodigal son, actually came to his door on his own initiative, and when he didn't kill him, he said loudly, "One million."

As a result, Hong Dali nodded without thinking, "Okay!" ()