I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

Meanwhile, in Shanghai.

Bai Ye was unusually absent from the company today.

She went home—not her usual apartment, but her real home.

Firstly, she hadn't been back for quite some time.

Secondly, although Cheng Che's crisis seemed to be resolved, she felt it wasn't enough.

Those people in the entertainment industry are always messing with their own kids. It may seem like it doesn't affect their websites, but does it really not?

actually not.

Cheng Che's rise to fame in the entertainment industry and the increase in his fan base will genuinely bring revenue to the website.

Besides, everyone on the Chinese internet knows that Zero is under her protection.

If she does nothing, it seems like her family has no one left.

She said she would take action if necessary!

After passing through the quiet courtyard, Bai Ye pushed open the door and entered the living room.

The living room was empty; only the aroma of tea wafted from the kitchen.

She changed into slippers, went upstairs, and went straight to the second-floor balcony.

A woman in her fifties or sixties sat on the balcony, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and holding a book in her hands.

She was wearing casual clothes, looked radiant, and exuded a refined, scholarly air.

"Mom, I'm home."

"Oh?" Mrs. Bai took off her glasses, glanced at her, and said, "What brings you back, busy lady?"

"I've come back to see you." Bai Ye shed his professional demeanor and became somewhat docile.

She pulled up a stool and sat down next to her mother.

"Oh," Bai's mother responded, clearly not entirely convinced. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

In this fast-paced era, young people today don't really like to eat breakfast, which is not good.

"I've already eaten." Bai Ye nodded. "Mom, to be honest, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Bai's mother glanced at her and thought to herself, "Just as I thought."

"What kind of help?"

"Take a look at something first." Bai Ye took out his phone and handed it over.

"What?" Bai's mother raised an eyebrow slightly, but still took the phone.

On the screen is a well-organized document containing three files titled "Answer," "Rainy Alley," and "To the Oak Tree."

"These are three modern poems, and I think they are all very good. Please take a look," Bai Ye explained.

"Oh?" Bai's mother became interested.

Her daughter's literary skills were cultivated from a young age; if she said "very good," then she must have some level of literary talent.

Bai's mother put her glasses back on and read down the words one by one.

The balcony was quiet, and Bai Ye didn't urge him, just sat there waiting.

Bai Mu read from "Answer" to "Rainy Alley", and then from "Rainy Alley" to "To the Oak Tree".

His expression gradually changed from nonchalant to serious, and eventually he even unconsciously leaned forward slightly.

"Who wrote all of this?" Bai's mother asked, putting down her phone.

She had to admit that all three poems were of extremely high quality, each one more remarkable than the last…

Could it be a new work by one of the great literary figures?

"The author of our website." Bai Ye's tone carried a hint of pride.

Bai's mother was quite surprised: "What pen names do you use?"

"Zero," Bai Ye said.

"Anything else?"

"No, he wrote them all."

"...?"

Bai's mother held her phone, remaining silent for a long while.

She seemed to suddenly remember something, and then she raised her head again.

"Is this 'Zero' the author who wrote 'Wearing Her Glasses' before?"

"It's him," Bai Ye affirmed.

"I see..." Mother Bai nodded thoughtfully.

As a mother, she would definitely pay attention to the literary competition that her daughter co-organized.

Of all the stories in the competition, this one left the deepest impression on her. She even thought that including it in junior and senior high school textbooks was not out of the question.

She paused briefly, then looked at Bai Ye again: "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

"I would like to ask you to evaluate these three poems and post them online." Bai Ye didn't beat around the bush.

"What's the reason?" Mother Bai neither agreed nor refused, but asked again.

She is old, but not old-fashioned, and she goes online from time to time.

She neither dislikes nor finds it particularly interesting about posting reviews online.

However, she genuinely felt that these three poems deserved to be seen by more people, so she would agree if the reasons were appropriate.

Bai Ye explained the cause and effect of the matter without embellishment, simply telling Bai's mother about Cheng Che's recent experiences and the background of his posting of the three poems.

"Even if you go online right now, you can probably still see a lot of people criticizing him," Bai Ye said at the end.

Bai's mother lowered her head, glanced at the first sentence of "The Answer" again, and finally chose to agree.

……

……

That evening, Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei were having dinner.

Just then, Xiaotang called.

"I'll deduct a few watts from your account."

"Brother Che, do you know about the new video posted on the Chinese website?" Xiao Tang asked directly.

"Uh, I don't think I know," Cheng Che said, completely bewildered. "Wait for me to go check."

Cheng Che hung up the phone and found the official account of the Chinese website.

There's a newly released video inside—

In the video, a woman who looks to be in her fifties or sixties is sitting on the balcony, wearing thin-rimmed glasses, and speaks in a calm tone:

I stumbled upon three short poems that I found quite good, and I'd like to share them with you.

After the woman finished speaking, she went straight to the point, starting with "To the Oak Tree," breaking down the words line by line in a calm and unhurried manner, as if she were giving a lecture.

Then came "Rainy Alley" and "Answer," and so on, one song at a time.

She said that "To the Oak Tree" was a praise of independent and equal love, while "Rainy Alley" was about the confusion when pursuing ideals.

As for "The Answer," it is a critique of the facts of right and wrong being reversed and good and evil being confused, and a spirit of resistance that refuses to bow down.

At the end of the video, the woman gave high praise to all three modern poems and casually mentioned the poet's recent experiences, saying that it was no wonder he could write such three poems.

This concludes the video.

"Who is this person?" Tian Xiwei asked softly. "She seems to have a very professional air about her."

"I don't know." Cheng Che shook his head, opened the comments section, and quickly found the answer.

In the comments section, some netizens recognized the woman as a professor in the School of Humanities at a top university in Shanghai.

How authoritative is this person?

One netizen commented, "Let's put it this way: she participated in the compilation of the Chinese textbooks currently used by junior high school students."

"This is...something the Chinese website specially invited to help you?" Tian Xiwei was a little confused.

Damn, I can't even spray this! This person is truly authoritative, an absolute heavyweight guest!

"Let me ask," Cheng Che decided to ask the editor-in-chief.

Zero: Boss, boss, what's up with that professor in the new video on our website account?

Zero: Did you invite him on purpose? Or what?

A few dozen seconds later, Cheng Che received a reply, just two words, but containing an immense amount of information—

Baiye: My mother.

"...?"

Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei exchanged a glance, then both opened their mouths wide.

Cheng Che automatically pictured Bai Ye standing before him, his face expressionless, calmly asking a question:

"I said I would take action, did you, Erdoron?"