Rebirth, Starting from 2005

Chapter Fourteen You Can't Be So Shameless

After coming out of the Yuhuyuan construction site, it was already late, and the street lights on the street were all on.

Walking on the street, Yan Xin walked casually and loosely.

It has been more than ten days since he came to Xiaorong Town. During these ten days, he was basically in the Fengxiang City community.

When I go out occasionally, I am in a hurry, I have other things to do, and I have no time to pay attention to the scenery on the roadside.

This time there is time.

He won't go to work until three o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow, so he can go outside and play all night long.

Not in a hurry to go back.

He lived here for several years in his previous life, and he has many memories here.

But more memories are no longer clear, like faded photos, gradually fading, gradually becoming blurred.

Reborn once again, returning to the same time, the same space, seeing the scenery I have seen before, reality and memory overlap, it feels very strange.

It seems to be in a foreign land, and it seems to be in a hometown. Sometimes I feel a little bit in a trance, not knowing whether I am in a foreign land or in my hometown.

The previous life suddenly seemed like a dream, but this time, it was as if he had stepped into a dream, with an unreal feeling.

As I was walking, I saw an Internet cafe on the side of the street. I suddenly had a thought, and felt that I had found a way to make money—writing online novels.

He has never written a novel, but when he was a security guard in his previous life, he read a lot of online novels on his mobile phone.

I read it during work hours, and also during off-get off work hours. I see myself as a very serious astigmatism.

Those online novels spent a lot of time with him, making the boring time less boring.

The online novels he read at that time were all classic online novels that had been proven by the market.

When I see an Internet cafe, I think of the Internet, then I think of Internet novels, and then I wonder if I can use those classic Internet novels in my memory to make money?

Among the online articles he read, there are several ones in which the protagonist made his first pot of gold by being a copywriter after traveling to the parallel world. He felt that he could emulate it.

As soon as this thought came out, it was irresistible and quickly occupied his entire brain.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

I took out my wallet and looked at it, and there were more than a hundred dollars in it.

So without further hesitation, I walked into the Internet cafe, took out ten yuan, and wanted to surf the Internet for four hours.

According to the price list of this Internet cafe, surfing the Internet for an hour costs three yuan, and there is a discount of ten yuan, which can be used for four hours.

Twenty yuan is more favorable, and you can work for ten hours.

If you want to stay overnight, the time period from 0:00 am to 8:00 am is the cheapest, and it only costs 10 yuan.

If you become a member of theirs, there is even a bigger discount, you can get 200 if you recharge 500, and you can get 500 if you recharge 1,000. On this basis, you can get a 20% discount.

It's just that Yan Xin only has more than one hundred yuan in his pocket, and he can't do it no matter how discounted it is for membership.

I just got a ten-yuan one, and it will come for four hours first.

After four hours, he felt that he could come up with the beginning of a novel.

——You don’t need to conceive it yourself, just plagiarize, isn’t that a very simple thing?

Turn on the phone, and go directly to the starting point of the largest Chinese novel website.

When he was in high school, he often went to Internet cafes to play. He is no stranger to surfing the Internet, and he also has an eight-digit QQ number.

Register, log in, and then enter the writer's zone, register the author's name, all in one go.

The author name he registered is very domineering, called "Wubai is my younger brother".

However, at this time, there is no such thing as the so-called Five Whites of the Central Plains in the online literature circles. Even if readers see this name, they don’t understand the stalk, and they will most likely be at a loss:

"Who is Wubai? Is he famous?"

It wasn't until April 2008 that Little Tudou, one of the five whites, released his first book at Qidian.

It's only five years now.

When clicking to create a new book, Yan Xin hesitated.

He had read so many classic online articles, which made him suffer from difficulty in choosing, and he didn't know which one to copy for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, in the novel about a crazy black silk high-heel lover who was pushed by 404, there is a case of earning the first pot of gold by copying "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

He happened to have watched "Ghost Blowing Out the Lamp".

So, the title of the book was called - "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

In his memory, this book seems to have been published in 2006, but now it is 2005, so it can be done.

Perhaps at this time, the original author already has the idea of ​​this book, and may even come up with the outline, detailed outline, and character design of the book, and has accumulated enough materials.

But it doesn't matter, who told him not to publish it?

If it is not released, you can’t say that others have plagiarized it, right?

It should be understandable for an author who writes about supernatural things to encounter supernatural things.

When typing the title of the book and clicking Create, Yan Xin hesitated again.

Feel the condemnation of conscience.

"You can't be so shameless, can you? Plagiarism also has to teach the basic law, and you can't copy it as it is."

After hesitating for a moment, he added another word to the original title.

Tomb robbery is something related to the dead, so he added the word "death".

——"The Dead Ghost Blows the Lamp".

Book title created.

After reading it, I felt that the title of the book was a bit strange:

"Why does it feel like Liu Beiwen? It should have been a spooky atmosphere, but adding the word 'death' makes it inexplicably ambiguous. Is this the charm of Chinese?"

Wanting to delete that dead word, the mouse clicked there, and hesitated again:

"It's better not to delete it. It's not bad to let others misunderstand that it's Liu Beiwen. It can also attract some old-fashioned critics to see it, and the traffic will be greater."

It's decided, just the title of the book.

After creating the title of the book, I searched my memory and wrote down the title "Introduction".

Start the text.

He still remembers the first sentence of the original text very clearly, because it is so interesting:

"Tomb robbery is not a dinner party, a composition, or painting and embroidery. It cannot be so elegant, calm, polite, gentle, courteous and frugal..."

A long paragraph was typed out with a flick of the keyboard, and it didn't take even a minute.

"Writing a book is not difficult," he thought to himself, "as long as you have something in your stomach, how can it be difficult?"

Keep typing.

Then I froze there:

"well?"

"What did you write next?"

He remembers the first paragraph of the introduction because that paragraph is a paraphrase that has been widely circulated. He thinks this paraphrase is very interesting, so he remembers it effortlessly.

But the following content involves some knowledge of tomb robbery.

He has read several "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", and some related knowledge is also reflected in the novel.

But how to connect those knowledge together to form a short and powerful text, he really doesn't have that ability.

He tried to write according to his own understanding for half an hour, revising and revising, and finally came up with two to three hundred characters, which were completely piled up of nouns, not sticky at all, which was awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Can such a loose and weak text become a popular work sought after by thousands of people?

Liar!

In the end, it was all deleted.

Delete the previous paragraph as well.

After thinking about it, I also deleted the introduction.

"Forget it, this is just an introduction, it doesn't matter whether it is there or not, let's start directly from the story."

Revised the title, "Chapter 1: The Paper Man".

In the text, wrote the first sentence:

"My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua..."

After hesitating for a while, I felt that being a human being should not be so shameless, even plagiarizing other people's grandfathers.

So I changed it again, changing the name "Hu Guohua" to "Yan Guohua".

"My grandfather's name is Yan Guohua..."

Only then can I continue writing with peace of mind.

However, with both hands on the keyboard, the fingers couldn't press it down.

"What should I write next?"

"I remember the story, but how should I write it?"

"How should I write to make this story come alive and attract others to read it?"

Stuck.

At this time, he just wanted to ask those Wen Chaogongs:

"How did you manage to copy out a novel with more than a million words from memory?"

"Is this scientific?"

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