number one idol

Chapter 262 Industry Review He Wanrong

Platinum is born, great gods fight for the top!
This is an indiscriminate essay competition, anyone from the highest writers to the youngest in the street can participate.

Readers still don't know what's going to happen, but the industry has long been crazy, and Longkong's various pages are full of discussions.

This kind of momentum is comparable to that of He Wanrong, "Chen Ergou" and Wanding.

In the face of this kind of capital-driven activities, his little storm is extremely weak.

Even before the event started, it was already booming.

In particular, Yan Guhong released a single chapter when the old book was finished, claiming that he would participate in the event, and then Bai Yi Shengxue also revealed his intention on Weibo, pushing the feast to a climax.

"Didn't Baiyi Shengxue stop writing for a year? He's going to come out again?"

"Hey, this is an event created by Qichen Chinese.com, which spent tens of millions of dollars. Together with [-] media, it is bound to create the number one fantasy IP in the industry. How can he not be tempted?"

"It's true, the promotional slogan of one billion IPs is really scary."

"I don't think one billion can stop it. After all, Bai Yi Shengxue's "Holy Heavenly Palace" has already earned more than one billion. If you want to create the number one IP in the industry, you have to start with at least 20 billion!"

"Hey, it's all right for Shengxue in white to come out of the mountain. The most frightening thing is that Yan Guhong will also come to meddle in it. He really won't leave a way for me to survive."

"Is this the world of the big boss? I trembled in the street."

"..."

Open any author group at will, and you can see the sound of discussion.

Bai Yi Shengxue and Yan Guhong are top writers, and they usually deal with the boss of Qichen, directors of entertainment companies, and well-known entertainers in the industry. Goal, eager to one day be able to sit on an equal footing with them.

Their participation made the essay competition icing on the cake and attracted attention again.

These two writers confirmed their participation in the essay call, and the other platinum writers were not idle either. Those who are good at fantasy writing began to bubble up, and they were eager to write new books.

Including Baili Huangpao, everyone clamored to participate in the event.

This surprised everyone. After all, it wasn't long before Baili Huangpao was on the big seal. It stands to reason that there is still a long way to go before the old book is finished. Could it be that he wants to double-open it?
The allure of this fantasy essay competition once again refreshed everyone's cognition, and even the Platinum God would not hesitate to participate in it, which shows that there are many benefits in it.

It was at this moment when the Platinum Gods moved together.

Yanjing City.

He Xiao strolled back home from downstairs like a normal person, carrying an orange cat with stingy eyebrows and mischievous eyes in his hand.

He took the sweet potatoes out for a walk at night, but the guy broke free from the rope secretly and almost lost it. It took a lot of effort to catch him back.

Angrily, He Xiao took a long breath and walked back holding it by the back of its neck.

When he was about to get home, he saw Zhang Xuran standing at the door and opening the door, ready to go in and pet the cat.

This guy... never treats himself as an outsider.

He Xiao rolled his eyes and shouted: "Eldest sister, this is my house, it's not appropriate for you to open the door like you're in your own house?"

"Don't fart with me. When you were not at home for a year, I opened the door and went in to feed your cat and clean it." Zhang Xuran didn't take it seriously, snatched the sweet potato from He Xiao's hand, and dangled it in her arms, "Little Cute, you almost ran away? Come, let my sister kiss."

"Oh, humble cat slave." He Xiao satirized her, ignored her scolding, and walked straight to the house.

Taking advantage of the door being left open, Zhang Xuran followed in. There was also a cat at home, Sweet Potato's daughter-in-law, a beautiful puppet, she had to suck it up before she could leave.

"By the way, I see that Chen has organized some kind of essay contest. Are you going to participate?"

Zhang Xuran is an old bookworm, a senior member of Qichen Chinese Network, and naturally understands the major events in the Internet literature circle during this period, so he couldn't help asking.

He Xiao took out a glass of milk from the refrigerator, and said with a smile: "My editor specially reminded me not to open the book, waiting for the essay call, can I not participate?"

"Really participate? Didn't I say, you know how to write fantasy?" Zhang Xuran glanced at him suspiciously, and groaned:
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, this time Baiyi Shengxue, Yan Guhong, Baili Huangpao and other platinum players will be participating. They are not as easy to deal with as the former Nancibeiwan kind of old-fashioned gods. Once they make a move, they will definitely be enough." You eat a pot."

"It's okay." He Xiao shook his head nonchalantly.

To be honest, when Bai Yi Shengxue, Yan Guhong and others joined and the industry was in an uproar, He Xiao really didn't feel anything.

The Five Greats of the Central Plains?

Is it great?

In the world of black mobile phones, where there is no shortage of fantasy novels, these so-called five heroes are really not enough to read.

Not only is He Xiao not worried, but he is even troubled by the fact that there are too many works to write.

There are simply too many fantasy novels to write.

Which should I write?
Rise of waste wood?

The servant counterattacked?

There is absolutely no choice.

After all, these books are all excellent ideas, and he feels that any one of them has the hope of winning the essay contest.

He Xiao poured himself a cup of tea, stopped arguing with Zhang Xuran, and went to the study to study his next plan.

After all, fantasy novels are different from urban novels like "Chen Ergou", which start with a few million words at every turn, so he has to prepare for the manuscript in advance.

at the same time.

Dragon air.

Everyone is still discussing and even discussing who has a better chance of winning.

"Baiyi Shengxue's first book confers the gods, and the second book asks the highest. His "Holy Heaven Palace" is an irreplaceable classic. I think he has the best chance of winning!"

Some people support Baiyi Shengxue, list all kinds of glorious pasts, and think that Baiyi Shengxue will definitely win the championship.

"White clothes can't win Xuexue. He stopped writing for a year, and his popularity has dropped too much. It's better to keep updating Yan Guhong on the front line to have a chance of winning!"

This is to support Yan Guhong, who is also a five-star writer, Yan Guhong is no worse than Bai Yi Shengxue, and because he never stops writing, his popularity is even higher.

"By the way, you said that the newcomer Wang He Wanrong who just finished "Chen Ergou" will participate in this event?"

In the end, someone turned their attention to He Wanrong. After all, he is also a famous writer now, and he is just around the corner.

"He Wanrong? Let's forget it. His last book ended badly. From this, we can see how poor his control over the plot is. Besides, this is fantasy and not urban. He skipped a category directly. Shouldn't be participating."

A fifth-level writer appeared and analyzed it logically, and everyone couldn't help but nod.

He Wanrong probably won't participate in this essay competition. After all, after the old book is unfinished, it should be a big blow to him. This is another fantasy essay competition, so there is no reason to participate.

At this time, He Wanrong, who was being evaluated by the industry, did not know the news from the outside world at all.

He was thinking hard about which book to write, and after choosing for a long time, he finally made up his mind on the story he was about to write.

On this day, he typed the first line of the story on the screen.

A giant IP was born.

(End of this chapter)