Chapter 4

Qihang Chinese Network, for Earth in 2010, was a giant in online literature, nearly monopolizing the market. As the industry continued to grow and develop, various copyright adaptations became wildly popular, attracting countless new writers to join this large ship, setting sail.

But a million alliance, a cash reward of 100,000 yuan for a single author? This was extremely rare even throughout Qihang.

Many top-tier authors, after writing a book for one or two years, might not even have a million alliance. A million alliance level reward, as the largest gold alliance, would be displayed across the entire site once it appeared.

With Wang Dasha's reward, even though it was already around 9 PM, it immediately attracted the attention of countless readers and authors.

Like a flood, those sitting in front of their computers or holding their phones to read all followed the link to the book page of "I'm Not Joking."

The problem was, after they arrived, countless readers and authors were stunned again.

"Wow? An unsigned book?"

"A 10,000-word seed, not signed, has a million alliance? This must be a bot!"

"Joking? A bot? That's 100,000 yuan. No one would do that, even if they had money to support someone. What else could they do? Having a few alliances is already good."

"Drunk, worship the great god, a super god is rising. The fan list has only one fan, and it's a million alliance! A gold alliance!"

...

The book "I'm Not Joking" was, so far, a new author's first book, unsigned, with just over 10,000 words and a few pages of content. Before the data refreshed, it only had a few clicks and a dozen recommendation votes.

The entire fan list had only one fan, a million alliance named Wang Dasha.

This was enough to stun any reader or author who came in, making it impossible to describe their emotions in words.

However, from this moment on, the book review section of "I'm Not Joking" completely caught fire, with various replies and comments flooding the screen.

The automatic red screen for the million reward? In a short time, the replies exceeded 100 floors, 200 floors, and were still rising like crazy.

All the replies were uniformly praising the great god, hugging the legs, and begging the tycoon to support them.

Then, the already lively book review section boiled again, being flooded by a series of red posts.

All were 100,000 yuan rewards, all from Wang Dasha, ten times in a row.

...

"Spit~"

"What the hell is this? A bot? Or... or a rich person playing with themselves? The book's name is so vulgar, and after reading a few chapters, there's no highlight. The writing style is typical of a beginner, not just plain, but also lacks any ups and downs. If one of my authors submitted such an opening, I wouldn't sign them."

...

In a rental apartment in Donghai City, Zhang Lezhao, who was drinking coffee and sitting in front of his computer, spurted out when he saw a screen full of 100,000 yuan rewards.

In reality, Zhang Lezhao was an editor at Qihang, a small editor. He entered the industry because he loved it.

Not only was he a long-time bookworm, but he had also been in the industry for two years and was quite skilled. Even though the perspective of an editor reading books was different from that of readers and authors, switching perspectives was a necessary skill for a true editor.

Similarly, after dinner, he was browsing books as a reader and was attracted by a million alliance reward. Unlike ordinary readers who just flooded the comments, Zhang Lezhao, stimulated by the million alliance, actually read the 10,000-word opening.

He evaluated the writing as average, the opening as cliché, and the 10,000-word golden opening as having no highlights. It contained about 60% of the common mistakes and shortcomings of new authors.

According to normal development, this book would be hard to get a signing and listing qualification and would gradually disappear.

Now?

This was the hottest book today, surpassing the books of many top-tier and supreme gods!

Unable to resist, Zhang Lezhao clicked his tongue and closed the book page. This was an unsigned author, and he was a content editor, not a signing editor or a review editor.

Just a bit of venting.

Zhang Lezhao never expected that the next day, as soon as he arrived at Qihang headquarters, the chief editor of the sixth group, Yang Jian, called him over, "Lezhao, come here."

Zhang Lezhao hurried over, and Yang Jian pointed to the office computer, "Do you know this book?"

"Yes." Zhang Lezhao immediately recognized the book page with the peculiar name "I'm Not Joking" and joked, "Boss Hu, this is a book that became a sensation overnight, and it's on our site. How could I not know?"

After joking, Zhang Lezhao was stunned and looked at Yang Jian suspiciously, "Boss Hu, you don't?"

During office hours, Yang Jian, known as Boss Hu online, wouldn't specifically call him over just for gossip.

"This peculiar author is under your responsibility. The signing editor has already reviewed it and decided to sign it. It will soon be one of your authors."

Yang Jian sighed, a bit painfully.

"But this book?" Zhang Lezhao was about to ask but closed his mouth awkwardly. The book had no highlights, no novelty, and was incredibly plain, with no potential for signing under normal rules.

But Qihang Chinese Network was not just a place for dreams to take off; it was also a commercial website.

The commercial potential of a book was one of the best standards for signing. This book? It received over 100,000 yuan in rewards in one day, and the rewards were split between the site and the author.

The big boss probably wished Qihang was full of such godly books.

"Damn, I just vented yesterday, and today I have to deal with this peculiar author?"

"Could it really be a rich person playing around, with a second-generation giving face to support the book? In that case, it might not last long. Drunk."

...

No longer asking, Zhang Lezhao nodded and returned to his desk. At this point, he just had to wait. He would wait for the author with the pen name "Wen Yizai Dao" to receive the site message and, if willing to sign, contact him.

...

Jiangxia.

After a busy day, he returned home, ate a bowl of instant noodles, and waited for Tang Zhun to finish tidying up before sitting in front of his computer.

He had been updating his book with 4,000 words daily for a week, and now it had over 20,000 words. The clicks were still in the dozens, and the recommendation votes were also in the dozens. Tang Zhun himself was a bit dizzy. According to this trend, his book was destined to flop.

Of course, flopping and poor performance were not the key issues.

These days, he had been trying to find a job. His medical knowledge was repeatedly rejected, and his attempts to make money using his rebirth knowledge were equally difficult. For example, he lacked the skills and ability to write books, and relying on a few ideas wouldn't work.

The same went for films and songs.

Sales? He was tired of it in his previous life and didn't want to do it again, besides, he had no significant advantages other than a bit of eloquence.

Real estate? Without capital, it was a joke.

With so many small frustrations, Tang Zhun didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He was reborn, yet he was so destitute. Even with the memory of a future great literary figure, it didn't seem to help much. He wondered if he was the most awkward reborn person.

However, logging into Qihang every day had become a habit, and he had to continue writing, so he had to keep at it after a busy day.