Didn't you say that we would lose money after filming?

The sudden appearance of a single sentence shattered this formation, instantly introducing dissenting voices into what was originally a highly consistent message.

The person who said this had a very simple nickname in the group: Rivers, Lakes and Seas.

Upon seeing this name, the resistance in the group actually subsided slightly.

Because this name still carries a lot of weight.

Jiang He Hu Hai, a platinum author and well-known online novelist, was among the first in Hanxia to write online novels. In an era when there were few computers in Hanxia, ​​or even when computers were not yet widespread, he had already begun writing novels through the internet and achieved remarkable success.

His books have sold well both at home and abroad, generating a staggering amount of royalties, and he has even been invited to give lectures and talks at prestigious Ivy League universities overseas.

She is also one of the vice chiefs of the Hanxia Writers Association.

That is why he actually holds a very high position within the association.

Even if traditional writers, including Liu Changbing, look down on online writers, there are some things they dare not say openly.

And it was only after the rivers, lakes, and seas began to speak that more and more people started to speak out.

And without exception, these people are all online writers who don't usually speak.

Actually, within the Writers' Association group, they are usually divided into two factions.

There are circles for writing online novels, and there are circles for writing traditional literature.

Normally, the two circles do not interfere with each other, and neither gets in the other's way.

As everyone knows, these online novel writers have already created their own independent groups outside.

Many traditional writers believed they had won and were even complacent about it for quite some time.

However, if we extend the timeline a bit further, in the beginning, the online writers in the association were actually quite proactive in integrating into the traditional circles.

Although the final result was not good, not many traditional writers took them seriously, and they even often argued with each other.

Over time, the circles separated, and the two groups stopped interacting.

This time, however, was an exception.

Jianghehuhai said directly, "You bunch of people should just go to your coffins with all this arrogance. You all look down on this and that all day long, each of you with your noses higher than your heads, but when you look at your results, damn it, you can't even afford to eat, and you can't sell a single book. If you really go outside and say that, it's like you don't exist. Some people really should change their inner views and face themselves properly."

Look at those teachers who are also traditional writers, those who have truly achieved success and accomplishments in their writing, which one of them is not a very humble person?

Who among them harbors such prejudices or biases?

As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Changbing immediately turned red.

For them, income and readership are always taboo topics.

Furthermore, the author also mentioned those master-level traditional writers.

These people have communication and contact with online novel authors.

This made him feel even more that this shouldn't have happened.

But there's nothing we can do; that's just how things are.

"I think Jiang He, the deputy chief editor, is a bit biased. We only resisted because we were considering the sanctity and seriousness of literature. We just didn't want to bow down to capital."

"Sigh, capitalism." "Sigh, bow your head."

"I've installed everything for you."

However, those online novel authors certainly didn't tolerate Liu Changbing at all.

Rivers, Lakes and Seas: "You always talk about artistry, sacredness, rigor and thoughtfulness, but you've overlooked one thing: if it were just a piece of internet garbage without any thought or rigor, it would never have achieved what it has today, and it would never have been able to lead the trend."

I think you all know better than I do who participated in the selection process for the Qigao Literature Prize this year. So sometimes, don't deceive yourself. Instead of being envious of others, you should really calm down and create some good works. Don't you agree? Doesn't that make sense?

In fact, Teacher Xia Yuan himself joined the group a couple of days ago, but he hadn't said anything until today when he finally completed the membership process. Perhaps he's seen all of this, and do you think he'll think your actions are upright and righteous?

Xia Yuan has been in the group chat the whole time?
Liu Changbing was stunned when she saw this sentence.

The next moment, a group member who had never spoken before suddenly appeared, confirming this statement.

Because this person's contact name was none other than 'Xia Yuan'!
Xia Yuan: "Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with it, and there's no need to argue. It's understandable that people have opinions about me, and I welcome everyone's evaluation. After all, no one can be completely right, right? Literature is inherently open-ended, and I hope to communicate more with everyone, which is also a kind of communication."

Meanwhile, at home, Xia Yuan smiled.

Is he the kind of person who holds grudges?

He never had these bad habits, nor was he the type to hold grudges.

Okay, I'll start writing now. That's all for today's book.

He immediately closed the group chat interface, and the text of "Heart of Hesitation" should be on the computer desktop.

Instead, it opened the document directly.

"A time of uncertainty, isn't it?"

Xia Yuan's fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out a string of words.

"To Live"
Fugui was born into a landlord family. In his youth, he was a dissolute playboy who frequently went to a brothel in the city to eat, drink, gamble, and whore.

His father-in-law owned a rice shop in the city. Every time Fugui went to a brothel, he would have a prostitute carry him on her back to the street and then pass by his father-in-law's rice shop. This shows how dissolute and depraved he was.

Later, Fugui fell into someone's trap and lost all of his family's land and property, turning his family from big landlords into poor people overnight.

Fugui's father died of depression.

The death of his father brought Fugui to his senses, and he decided to start anew.

From then on, Fugui rented land to make a living. He put on coarse clothes, picked up farm tools, and began his life as a farmer.

Soon after, Fugui's mother fell ill, and he took the only two silver dollars left in the family to the city to fetch a doctor. But an accident happened to him in the city: he was conscripted by the Nationalist army.

Two years later, Fugui was captured by the new army and then released.

When Fugui returned home, he learned that his mother had already passed away and that his daughter Fengxia had become mute after a high fever.

During this period, Fugui experienced separation from his family: in order to allow his son Youqing to go to school, he gave his daughter away to someone else. Soon after, his daughter ran back, and the whole family was reunited.

The county magistrate's wife needed a blood transfusion during childbirth, and Youqing died from an excessive blood loss caused by an irresponsible doctor. (End of Chapter)