Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Luo Qianyu swallowed the instant noodles in her mouth.

She puffed out her cheeks and widened her eyes.

"This guy's got money to burn!"

"They actually want to cut back on the platform's commission?"

"He even posted his WeChat ID directly?"

Luo Qianyu felt that her worldview had been shaken.

The goodwill she had just built up instantly crumbled by half.

"This guy is definitely a money-grubber."

"Those heartwarming words were definitely just a ploy to trick me into adding him on WeChat."

"So they can use me as a long-term meal ticket."

Luo Qianyu nodded to herself.

She felt she had seen through the other party's scheme.

Having worked her way up in the entertainment industry, she's seen all sorts of scum.

This kind of approach is so outdated.

But her fingers were very uncooperative.

She copied that WeChat ID.

Then I opened WeChat and searched.

The profile picture is blank, and the nickname is just a simple dot.

It looks extremely shabby.

"I'd like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

Luo Qianyu gritted her teeth and clicked "Add Friend".

In her verification message, she wrote: "I'm Xiaoyuer, the one who just tipped you. Add me for a refund!"

After sending the message, she threw her phone on the pillow.

She feels particularly righteous now.

the other side.

Xu Qing was preparing to turn off her computer and go to sleep.

He refreshed the webpage as usual.

The page froze.

After spinning around for a while, a white window finally popped up.

"Due to serious violations, this account has been permanently banned."

"Reason for violation: Inducing users to conduct offline transactions and posting illegal contact information."

Xu Qing stared at the line of red text on the screen.

He almost dropped the broken water vat in his hand.

"Is it sealed off?"

"I only posted a WeChat ID, and they blocked my account?"

He felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.

[Host, I told you this was dangerous.]

The platform's monitoring system is not just for show.

Xu Qing grabbed the mouse and slammed it hard on the table.

"Those bastards!"

"I just finished adding an extra chapter!"

"My favorites! My featured spot!"

"All gone?"

He felt a tightness in his chest.

This book, "The Return of the Condor Heroes," is currently his most popular book.

It seemed like he was about to achieve legendary status with a single book.

As a result, the entire army was wiped out because of a single WeChat account.

"System, is it possible to hack into the backend and unblock the account?"

No, host.

This system does not provide services related to illegal or disorderly conduct.

Xu Qing sat in the chair, feeling like she was about to explode with anger.

Just then, the phone lying next to me vibrated.

He picked it up and glanced at it.

It's a friend request.

Note: I'm Xiaoyuer who just tipped you. Add me to get your money back!

Xu Qing looked at the note and suddenly found it a little funny.

He clicked "accept".

Before he could even speak, the other party sent a message.

Little Fish: [Cat's confused emoji]

Little Fish: Author, are you crazy?

Little Fish: You actually left your WeChat ID in the comments section?

Little Fish: Do you know that you've been blacklisted?

Little Fish: I just went to look for your book, but I can't find it anymore!

Xu Qing looked at the string of messages and sighed.

He started typing on the screen.

。：I saw it.

: These guys are really fast.

Little Fish: Are you stupid?

Little Fish: To save a few dozen yuan in commission, you've ruined the whole book?

Little Fish: Do you regret it now?

Xu Qing snorted coldly.

No regrets.

That seventy-five yuan can buy a lot of steamed buns.

Luo Qianyu looked at the replies on the screen and found them incomprehensible.

He ruined his future for a few dozen yuan.

This guy's brain must be full of mush.

Before she could continue complaining, a transfer message suddenly popped up on the screen.

I am transferring 150.00 yuan to you.

Luo Qianyu was stunned.

She stared at the golden transfer box.

: I'll return the money to you.

: Please don't give rewards randomly in the future.

Use the money you save to buy some meat instead of eating instant noodles all the time.

Luo Qianyu looked at these three lines of text.

She felt a gentle bump on something inside her heart.

This was completely different from the script she had envisioned.

Shouldn't the other party start by playing the victim and then get her to transfer more money?

Why was the money refunded directly?

And how did he know he was eating instant noodles?

Luo Qianyu glanced at the unfinished packet of noodles on the bedside table.

She felt a little creeped out.

Little Fish: Why did you return the money?

Little Fish: Aren't you short of money to buy steamed buns?

It's true that I'm short of money.

But I haven't stooped so low as to steal children's pocket money.

: I won't take your money since you're so naive.

Luo Qianyu puffed up her cheeks in anger.

Who is the child?

Who's stupid?

She's eighteen years old this year, she'll be a queen in the future!

Little Fish: I'm not a child!

Little Fish: I'm not stupid either!

Little Fish: I gave you a tip because I think you write well!

Little Fish: Your books have been banned now, what are you going to do?

Xu Qing looked at her phone screen.

He drank the last bit of cool boiled water.

What can be done?

。：Let's rewrite it under a different alias.

Anyway, for someone like me, writing books is the only way out.

Luo Qianyu felt a pang of sadness as she read the reply.

She recalled the time when she first debuted.

Back then, she was in the same situation, suppressed by the company and scolded by her agent.

They live in a dark and damp basement every day.

I don't even know where tomorrow's breakfast will be.

She suddenly realized that the author might actually be very poor.

They were poorer than she had imagined.

Little Fish: Can you still publish that book?

Little Fish: I really want to see what happens next.

Little Fish: What happened between Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl?

。：I can't send it.

The entire manuscript has been locked.

If you really want to see it, I can send it to you on WeChat.

Anyway, I didn't plan to make money from this book.

Luo Qianyu looked at the screen.

She thought this person named Mingyue Qingfeng was really unique.

In this materialistic world, it's astonishing that some people would actually go against the platform for a few dollars.

And they were so generous as to send her the follow-up manuscript for free.

Little Fish: Really?

Little Fish: Then send it to me.

Little Fish: I won't watch for free, I'll give you money.

.:Need not.

: Keep that little bit of living expenses for yourself.

Consider this a return on the 150 yuan I just received.

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he sent over the three documents he had just written.

......

Log in to the author backend again.

Xu Qing stared at the words "permanent ban" on the computer screen and fell into a long silence.

The computer case's cooling fan was humming loudly.

He picked up the old water vat beside him and took a sip of the now-cold boiled water.

This sip of water is making my throat feel a bit congested.

He opened the Penguin account and found the profile picture of his editor, Lao Bai.

.:Are you there?

Lao Bai replied almost instantly, and it seems he was keeping an eye on the backend the whole time.

Old Bai: My ancestor, you've finally appeared!

Lao Bai: What were you thinking? Leaving your WeChat ID in the comments section and even instigating readers to transfer money privately?

Old Bai: You're like pricking a major artery of the platform, and you're also drawing two buckets of blood on the side.

I just feel that the platform's commission is too high, and I want to save readers some money.

Old Bai: If you save those few dozen yuan, you'll lose our entire year-end bonus.

Lao Bai: The editor-in-chief just got angry in the group chat, saying that you are the most arrogant author he has ever met, bar none.

Could you please make an exception? I deleted that paragraph; could the book still be released?

I just added three extra chapters; readers are eagerly awaiting to see Yang Guo lose his arm.

Old Bai: A severed arm? I think you want the editor-in-chief to break my leg.

Old Bai: Permanent ban, that's the highest level red card, even a god couldn't save you.

Lao Bai: The account "Mingyue Qingfeng" is completely ruined. All the accounts associated with your ID card have been blacklisted.

Old Bai: Brother, take my advice, change your profession. The online literature circle can't tolerate a bandit like you.

Xu Qing looked at the reply on the screen and smiled self-deprecatingly.

: Okay, I won't make things difficult for you anymore.

Old Bai: Sigh, what a pity about that book, it really had the potential to be a huge hit.

Lao Bai: If you really want to write, try other websites. Don't be so stubborn.

Xu Qing closed the chat window.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the patch of plaster on the ceiling that had peeled off due to dampness.

The system's voice sounded in my mind right on time.

【Ding. 】

[Detected that not only did the host's work flop, but their account was also physically banned.]

This system sincerely regrets your situation.

To compensate for your losses, the system has re-planned your career path.

Recommended work: *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*.

[As long as you switch to a different website and start over, with Linghu Chong's popularity, you can definitely make a comeback.]

Xu Qing said coldly, "Get lost."

[Host, please stay calm. Your bank account balance is insufficient to cover next month's internet bill.]

I said, get out.

Xu Qing's voice was flat, but it carried a chilling weariness.

The system flashed a few more times before finally going silent.

Xu Qing stood up and walked to the narrow ventilation window.

Outside, there was the distinctive decaying smell of the old town, mixed with the odor of cooking oil and garbage.

He has written too many stories about his sister.

The domineering CEO sister, the fairy sister, and that aunt who lives in the ancient tomb.

Every time he tries to create a touch of warmth in his writing, reality slaps him hard in the face.

In the winter at the orphanage, there were Jiang Yue's hands covered in chilblains, and the exhaust fan vent sealed shut with an iron plate.

These memories, like rusty iron nails, are firmly embedded in his bones.

He suddenly felt that writing such tender and sentimental things was a betrayal of his past.

Since the world won't let him give his readers candy, he'll feed everyone shards of glass.

He sat back down at the computer and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.

He stopped logging into any major online literature platforms and instead found a niche literary website known for its bizarre style and depressing content—"Zhongyan Literature Network".

This website doesn't have a large audience, but everyone on it is a seasoned "angst fan".

He created a new account.

Pen name: Emotions.

The name is both extremely simple and extremely oppressive.

The system popped up again.

[Host, your pen name doesn't fit the logic of viral marketing based on big data.]

[Suggested title: Rebirth: I Have a Hundred Older Sisters.]