The King of Crossover Entertainment.

Chapter 87 0087, Response

The night is deep.

There is a group of people, commonly known as the late-night mobile phone party. After going to bed, they do not fall asleep immediately, but play with their mobile phones for a while. What's worse, they play until dawn.

"It turns out that things like this that the gods can't control have a name, and it's called - demons."

"When five hundred years of time are just a trap, why are the characters in the empty time suffering and why are they happy?"

“When we realize that the meaning of life is just to live, our tragedy begins.”

"The world is not complete, life is not complete, and the scriptures are not complete."

"I want this sky to no longer cover my eyes, I want this earth to no longer bury my heart, I want all living beings to understand my intentions, I want all Buddhas to disappear into thin air!"

……

Yunfeng opened a personal WeChat circle with the author ID "Cross-border King". After the data competition between "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and "Unrivaled in Three Realms", the number of fans has exceeded five million.

Among these fans, there are many who use their mobile phones late at night. At this time, many of them saw this WeChat circle.

These five paragraphs express many emotions and feelings, including unwillingness, insight, and dominance.

but……

"What message does the cross-border king want to convey through this micro circle?"

This is a common question in their minds.

[Tang Ding Ding]: Generally speaking, in addition to updating novels and interacting and canvassing for votes, the WeChat circles of superstars only have previews of new books.

[Zhu Xian Die-hard Fan 9527]: Every time they release new book previews in the middle of the night, it’s clear that they don’t want us to sleep peacefully.

【One Sword Conquers the City】: Unknown yet impressive.

[Fatty Zhao Ergou]: Isn't this obvious? "Demon", "five hundred years", "scripture", "Buddha", the Heavenly King has hinted so clearly.

[The Deceased Boy in A City Full of Flowers]: Is this going to target the Four Great Classical Novels?

……

After heated discussions in the comment section of the WeChat circle, everyone knows that the next short story of the cross-border king will be related to "Journey to the West".

So, what kind of novel will it be? This is another question worth discussing.

After all, "Journey to the West" is one of the four great masterpieces of China, a classic among classics.

[I read it backwards]: The Heavenly King would not have translated the classical Chinese version of "Journey to the West" into vernacular Chinese, right?

[Experts don’t talk much]: You can tell it’s not true just by using your toes.

[Mao Xiaomi]: If it wasn’t a subversive adaptation, there would be nothing to watch. It would be better to read the original novel.

[Luo Li]: The short stories that Tianwang serializes on Weibo are all short stories, and the original works are written in classical Chinese, with nearly 900,000 words. Can you finish all the stories?

[Gentle and Seductive]: I believe in Tianwang, this new book will be as wonderful as ever.

……

The discussion did not stop as it entered the early morning hours; instead, it became more and more intense and lively.

“There are indeed a lot of night owls.”

Yunfeng yawned and rubbed his dry eyes.

He initially said that he would just watch the fans' reactions and then go to sleep, but who knew that after watching for several hours, he would end up sleeping.

"No more watching, no more watching, it will be dawn soon."

Yunfeng couldn't hold on any longer, so he put down his phone and fell asleep.

At the same time, Hu Guoting also did not sleep, but he has been busy until now.

"Ghost Blows Out the Light" won a great victory in the data competition with "Unrivaled in Three Realms". In terms of traffic on novel websites, Panda Chinese Network also surpassed Haidiao Literature Network for the first time, but after the celebration, there is still a lot to do.

As the old saying goes: It is easy to conquer a country, but difficult to keep it.

If we become complacent and stop moving forward, we will only become the next Haidiao Literature Network.

What's more, Haidiao Literature Network has a solid foundation of fifteen years, so how could it give up easily?

Therefore, Hu Guoting took advantage of the traditional Chinese New Year to discuss with the Operations Department what activities would be best to launch from New Year's Eve to the Lantern Festival.

The purpose of doing this is to hope to keep the readers who were attracted by the data dispute between "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and "Unrivaled in Three Realms" on Panda Chinese Network.

"I promised Jiadong that he would come home for the New Year this year, but I'm breaking my promise again."

Hu Guoting sighed, he could not balance his career and family. He failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband and his obligations as a father to his wife and son, and was unable to be with them.

This year marks the fourth anniversary of the establishment of the Panda Chinese website, and he has not been home for the Chinese New Year for four years. "Next year, definitely next year."

Originally, I could have gone home for the New Year this year, but the emergence of a cross-border superstar at the end of the year triggered a wave of online novel reading and changed the situation in which novel websites had dominated the market for fifteen years.

Therefore, as the editor-in-chief of Panda Chinese Network, he cannot let down his guard at such a critical moment and has to keep an eye on the company.

After turning off the laptop and washing up, I didn't go to bed directly. Instead, I took out my mobile phone to check the trend of the comment sections of various best-selling books, as well as the updates of several major authors on WeChat.

"This efficiency... no one can match it."

Hu Guoting saw the micro circle posted by Yunfeng.

"Ghost Blows Out the Light" is updated at a rate of 20,000 words a day, and another short story is about to begin serialization.

"But, writing about Journey to the West..."

Hu Guoting felt it necessary to remind Yunfeng that for a popular author to write a novel related to the Four Great Classical Novels is a collision of classic and innovation, and is likely to receive polarized reviews. If it is not accepted by readers, there will only be abuse, sarcasm and ridicule.

He didn't want to end up losing the big picture for the small and squandering the popularity accumulated from the previous books, which would be a waste of effort.

Now, there is no author who can replace Yunfeng on Panda Chinese Network or even on the entire Internet, not even Nanyuan Limeng and J.K.

The next morning, Yunfeng saw a WeChat message from Hu Guoting, which talked about the pros and cons of writing a novel related to the Four Great Classical Novels.

Although he said it very cryptically, he still revealed the true intention of this WeChat message.

However, he has confidence in "The Legend of Sun Wukong", and besides, he has never cared much about other people's opinions.

So Yunfeng replied with a "thank you".

"Brother, hurry up, everyone is waiting for you."

Yunlin's voice came from outside. Yunfeng put on his coat and left the room.

"A day's plan begins in the morning, and a morning's plan begins with meals. Crazy man, you should be more active." Wang Defa complained.

“I’m coming.” Yunfeng said embarrassedly, “I just replied to a WeChat message, so I was delayed for a while.”

Wang Defa asked with a smile on his face: "Who? Is it the beautiful girl 'Tang Yu' who played the flute with you on the stage?"

"Bah, can you please talk nicely? What do you mean by playing the flute with me on the stage? She plays the piano and I play the flute." After saying that, Yunfeng felt something was not right. He couldn't get over this joke.

When he heard that it was a beautiful woman, Yunlin went over and hugged Yunfeng's arm, and asked with a smile: "Brother, is it your sister-in-law?"

"What sister-in-law? Don't listen to his nonsense." Yunfeng said casually, "It's about work."

Ma Siyu interrupted, "Let's go, Lao Wang said that the pickled mustard greens and meat patties and scallion-wrapped cypress that Auntie made are 'only available in heaven, how can you taste them on earth'? I can't hold back any longer and want to eat them."

After saying that, he swallowed subconsciously.

Yunlin heard this and said proudly, "Brother Ma, my mom's pickled mustard greens and meat patties and scallion-wrapped cypress are really special. Many people drive a long way to line up just to have this."

Yun Yun agreed, "Yes, there are also many people from other districts of Hangzhou who come here because of its reputation."

Ma Siyu looked like a foodie, rubbing his hands and saying, "Then I want to try it even more."

"Then let's go." Yunfeng couldn't find the taste of these two foods in his memory. It seemed that that "Yunfeng" rarely ate them.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the shop.

The store is not big, only about ten square meters. As it is a store that has just been planned by the government, there is no plaque yet, only a sticker at the door, which reads: Pickled mustard greens and meat pie 5 yuan, scallion wrapped cypress 2 yuan, and soy milk is free.

As the Spring Festival approaches, there are fewer people, but there is still a queue in front of the store. These are regular customers from several nearby communities, and they eat breakfast here every day.

Seeing Yunfeng and his group passing the line, an old man in the queue shouted, "Young man, what are you doing? Pushing forward."

Yunlin turned around and smiled, saying, "Uncle, this is your first time here, right? I am the son of the owner of this shop..."

The old man snorted, "Whoever's son you are, come back and get in line."

At this time, an acquaintance said, "He is the boss's son, and he went in to help."

"Yes, it will be faster with his help."

"Young man, hurry up, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You are late today."

……

Those who come here often all know Yunlin.

The old man didn't say anything, but he grumbled in his heart: "There are so many of them, are they all the boss's sons?"

(End of this chapter)