Walked carelessly to the first floor lounge.

At this time, more than a dozen writers on the first floor discussed from time to time. When it comes to being happy, the writers laughed.

However, when Huang Yifan stepped into the lounge, the entire lounge suddenly became silent.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at Huang Yifan in unison.

"Hello, seniors."

Huang Yifan was not under any pressure, nodded to everyone, and said okay.

The so-called ritual first and then military force.

Although he was going downstairs to do their job, Huang Yifan would not harm his demeanor.

However, when Huang Yifan said hello, no one agreed. There was only a female writer who looked kind, but she smiled at Huang Yifan and nodded. Huang Yifan also nodded to the other party. Then, she found an empty seat and sat over.

"This, Bai Da, low-key, low-key."

At this time, Wuhen also followed him to the lounge and whispered beside Huang Yifan.

"Why are you so calm? When I come, everyone is watching me, how can you keep it low?"

"Uh, OK."

I guess Wuhen was hit by these guys just now, and he felt a little embarrassed. He no longer discussed it with other writers, but just sat next to Huang Yifan. However, he just sat down and reminded him from time to time.

"Hey, that youngest guy has a big aura."

At this time, some other writers looked at Huang Yifan and the others and whispered from time to time.

"That younger guy is called "The No. 1 Bai in the World". It is said that the most popular online writer has an annual royalty income of more than 20 million yuan."

"More than 20 million, no wonder it's so awesome."

"It's true or false, Zheng Jie only has a few, only about 10 million."

"I don't know. Anyway, this is what the online writers and rich people are written on the list. Is it true? Only God knows."

"How can online novels be so profitable? The publishing market has not seen them selling so much, so they rely on some children to read online. Many online payments are scams, and some of them will pay. Moreover, there are so many pirated copies online, and there are some free ones that don't read, so why do you have to pay for it? It must be fake."

"Wow, Lao Liu, it seems that you know a lot about the payment model of online novels."

"That's it. I did some research back then, and I even opened a vest to write a novel there."

"No, there is still this matter. Tell us how much I made."

"I didn't make a penny."

"Take it, Lao Liu, don't lie to us."

"Why are you lying to you? Tell you that writing novels online is a scam. Do you know that I went there and uploaded a historical novel. However, the editor of that website did not sign a contract with me at all."

"Why?"

"I guess Lao Liu is using a vest. Editor Qidian doesn't know who Lao Liu is."

"That's not the case. I was using a vest at that time. But I added the tt account edited by Qidian, and I also said that I was Lao Liu. However, the other party didn't even miss me and told me to continue publishing novels. When the popularity grew, I would sign a contract."

"What's the last one?"

"What else is there? I have been writing there for more than a month, and only a few hundred people read it. Moreover, the quality of those readers is too poor. I didn't even look at what I was writing, and I just said trash. In the end, I stopped writing novels there."

Speaking of this, Lao Liu was still very angry.

"Haha, it seems that Lao Liu is really angry."

"So, you guys think, although I don't boast about how the novel I wrote is, it should be OK. But, everyone, I've posted my novel online and I've been scolded like this. Do you believe this guy earns more than 20 million a year?"

"Old Liu's words are reasonable."

Several writers who had a strong relationship with Lao Liu nodded in unison, "Or, let's talk to that little guy together."

"Haha, OK."

"But, everyone is gentle this time. After all, they have not grown up yet. It's not good like they did just now. The one named Wuhen is a little scared by us."

"Yes, yes, people who don't know think that some of us writers bully their online writers. Are we bullying?"

"Bully, is there any?"

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and laughed again.

"Old Liu, you start."

"OK."

Old Liu Yile spoke a little louder, looked at Huang Yifan and the others and said, "Are the two opposites the legendary online writers?"

Because the lounge is a bit big, Lao Liu's voice is also louder. Everyone was attracted by Lao Liu's statement.

"Online novels have been born for more than ten years, and the authors who write novels online have exceeded one million. They should not be considered the legendary online writer. The best boy in the world, don't you know who is the senior?"

It was a bit bored to sit on the side, and Huang Yifan thought he had just sat there for more than an hour.

Finally, those guys talked to themselves.

After a happy heart, Huang Yifan replied.

"My name is Lao Liu, and my pen name is Lao Liu. But, the best white in the world, right? Young man, have you obtained this pen name too long? Also, the best white in the world, is it too vulgar?"

Sure enough, these guys are not good birds, and just said this, they started to laugh at themselves.

Just like this pen name, his meow, has become the object they laugh at.

Of course, Huang Yifan also understands the nature of these traditional writers. They always look at people with their nostrils, let alone online writers, and other industries, they also think that they are superior. When this arrogance gradually develops the habit, they will think that they are the most advanced in China. Not to mention that compared with online writers, perhaps, in their eyes, they are just a pseudonym, which has artistic conception, value, inclusion, and depth than those online writers.

However, Huang Yifan was very happy. He was worried that there was no topic to attack this guy. This guy actually started fighting with him so quickly. OK, let's start a war.

"Mr. Old Liu is very good at it. In fact, the pen name of the world's No. 1 Bai is just a code name. It can be called the world's No. 1 Bai or the world's No. 1 Black. There is no meaning. Since Mr. Old Liu thinks it is vulgar, then just be vulgar. In fact, I have a friend who is very coincidental, and he is also called Lao Liu, but this girl often makes a mistake, and we all call him a second person. Mr. Old Liu, do you think, Lao Liu is quite a second person?"

"you……"

"The boy actually cursed."

Ouyang Dong next to him was furious and said loudly.

"Sir, who did I scold?"

Huang Yifan was not outdone and stared at Ouyang Dong.

"Baida, Baida..."

Wuhen gently patted Huang Yifan and winked him from time to time. However, Huang Yifan ignored him.

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of responsibility."

"Ouyang, forget it, the little guy is ignorant."

Old Liu smiled and signaled Ouyang Dong not to be angry. Then he continued to look at Huang Yifan. "The little guy has a very upset temper. He is really a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers. However, Old Liu, I don't care about you. Let's talk about other topics. It is said that your royalties exceeded 20 million last year. I, Old Liu, have little knowledge. I really don't know where your royalties of more than 20 million are obtained."

"Oh, you talk about the royalties."

Huang Yifan suddenly realized his mind. "More than 20 million is indeed a little more, but I can only thank those readers who have been subscribing to support me. If they don't have one or two cents, they will continue to subscribe every day, let alone more than 20 million. 200 yuan will become a problem."

"Haha, is that? Little guy, I'm a little student, don't lie to me."

Lao Liu has also kept up with the times and blurted out an online term.

This sentence caused other writers to laugh and sigh that Lao Liu was really humorous.

But Huang Yifan didn't feel anything at all. He was tired of saying this kind of Internet terminology.

"Mr. Liu, what are the benefits of lying to you? Is it?"

"That's not necessarily true. It is said that in order to increase its popularity, some writers deliberately cooperated with some media and forced to report some false royalties. What about 10 million or 20 million royalties. People who don't know think it's very powerful. We experts can tell at a glance that they are fake. Ouyang, do you think, right?"

"Old Liu is right. I don't look at your Qianlong Dynasty. Last year, I sold 500,000 copies and only made more than 1 million. I really don't know if the royalties of more than 20 million yuan were made."

Ouyang Yi and Lao Liu sang together, and everyone was watching the show and watching Huang Yifan.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, you wrote the Qianlong Dynasty. Is it the Qianlong Dynasty published by the Crescent Publishing House?"

Huang Yifan did not take the other party's ridicule seriously at all and continued.

"Of course it was the Qianlong Dynasty published by the Xinyue Publishing House, one of the top ten publishers in China. Why, you have read it too. Haha, don't tell me, you are also a reader of Mr. Liu."

Everyone laughed again after saying this.

If so, then this slap in the face would be too cruel.

"Haha, your imagination is so big, you can think of it all. I haven't read the Qianlong Dynasty, but it's a coincidence. A few days ago, I took a look at the sales list inside the Xinyue Publishing House. There were sales volumes of the Qianlong Dynasty. How many sales volumes are there..."

After saying this, Lao Liu's face changed drastically and he glared at Huang Yifan, "Can you see the sales data of Xinyue Publishing House?"

"Sorry, Hongdou, the editor of Xinyue Publishing House, is my friend, Hongdou knows him."

"This, this..."

When talking about Hongdou, Lao Liu's face changed drastically, "Of course I know, of course I know."

"Since I know you, Mr. Liu, do you want me to report the sales data of the novels of the Crescent Publishing House last year?"

It’s not just a waste of time for Huang Yifan to get involved in the traditional circle.
To be continued...