The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Huh!

"Is the Founder abbot?" A voice sounded outside the temple.

The monkey opened the door and saw a man standing at the door with a look of sorrow. When he saw the monkey, he folded his hands and said, "Hello, Jingzhen Master."

The monkeys also clasped their hands together: "Door, is it all right?"

"Mage Jingzhen, can I see Founder Abbot? I ... I encountered something ..." The man lowered his head, his face down, his eyes full of confusion.

Monkey said: "I'll ask Master to see if Master is asleep."

"Don't ask, the teacher has time, this donor, please come in and sit." Fang Zheng's voice sounded.

As soon as the man heard it, he nodded gratefully and walked in.

The monkeys did not close the door, which is also the rule of the temple. When the pilgrims came, the door could not be closed.

In the sky, the bright moon is high, and the stars are bright. Under the moonlight, the linden tree sways in the wind and makes a rattling sound. Through the gate of the courtyard, you can see the Tianlong Pond like the starry sky and the two ancient bell towers and drum towers.

In the temple, under the linden tree, the founder sat opposite the man.

The monkey brought two cups of tea, then sat by the side and stopped talking.

Fang Zheng has been observing the man in front of him. The man looks like he is in his twenties and under thirty, and his eyes are beautiful, but his eyebrows are tightly locked, as if there is something in the knot that cannot be unlocked.

However, what really surprised Fang Zheng and let the men come in was the men's clothes.

A man's suit, it can be seen that this suit should be newly bought, very new, very self-cultivation, workmanship is very particular, at first glance it is a big brand of clothes.

A red flower was pinned to the man's chest. There was a spikelet under the flower, and there was a red note on the spikelet, which read: "Groom"!

The man's head still had the debris from the salute, but the hairspray on one end couldn't keep the hair tidy, but looked extra messy.

Seeing this, Founder had some speculation in his heart, but Founder said nothing and just sat quietly.

The man didn't speak, and his eyes were confused. It seemed that his mind was chased into hemp, and there was a lot of words, but he didn't know where to start.

The two were sitting so quietly, perhaps feeling the calmness of the monk opposite, and the man looked towards the Founder.

Looking at Fang Zheng's eyes as calm as the sky, the slight smile was as warm as the sun. Feeling this faint warmth, the man's heart finally began to calm down ...

An hour later, the man tasted a sigh and said, "My name is Yu Nian, I am 29 years old, and I am an Internet writer. Master, do you know what an Internet writer is?"

The Founder thought about it and shook his head: "I don't know."

Yu Nian smiled bitterly: "Sure enough ... has the master ever seen an internet novel?"

Founder suddenly said: "Are you writing an Internet novel?"

Yu Nian nodded and said, "Well."

Founder immediately became interested and laughed: "The poor monks still admire you very much. Your imagination is simply amazing. Moreover, the speed of writing is scary."

After being so bragged by the Founder, his mood for the rest of the year was obviously better.

After all, the person in front of him, but there are famous Founder Abbots all over the country! Celebrities across the country can't be overstated as a big star. Few of them will feel uncomfortable because of his exaggeration.

Yu Nian said: "It's okay. I eat this bowl of rice, so I sleep and dream every day thinking about the plot. As for the speed, writing millions of words every year, anyone can get faster, so we call ourselves code dogs."

Founder Road: "Humble."

Yu Nian shook his head: "Our industry is very hard, almost all day, facing the computer, eating, sleeping, going to the toilet, all thinking about the plot, if you have a plot, you must quickly write down or start writing directly. The only thing worth rejoicing Yes, the big waves are washing the sand. I'm the remaining one. The income is not bad. I can live by writing books ...

Founder asked in surprise: "Your business is very profitable?"

Yu Nian shook his head and said, "What do you say ... I have been writing a book for ten years. Last year, my monthly payment was 12 thousand. After deducting taxes, it was more than 1,000."

Founder: "How is that possible? Isn't a tax already raised?"

Yu Nian continued to shake his head and said, "No, writers generally do not make money, so they are all 800 yuan. This is thanks to the advent of the Internet, otherwise, like the traditional writing method of the past, a writer can get one hundred and eighty yuan each month. Ten yuan is already awesome. Even now, many traditional writers I know are actually making money without making money, and occasionally send them out, earning five ten yuan.

The advantage of online writers over traditional writers is that we can sell directly on the Internet and make money. So life is better than them ...

But the threshold for online writers is too low. As long as you want to write, you can write with a computer.

Therefore, the number of online writers is so scary that it is almost eight million! "

When Founder heard it, he was really startled: "Eight million? So many? But ... how do the poor monks feel that there aren't many Internet writers around them?"

Yu Niandao said: "The threshold for online writers is too low. Anyone who has published a book on an online literature website is counted. But of the eight million people, there may be five or six million people who have risen on the whim and wrote a few chapters. Never write again, or intermittently, and occasionally write. These people do not earn a penny, but also have to post time, plus no readers, basically be off the street.

Who would preach his book? So they are all hidden. "

Founder was mute ... and continued to ask, "What about the rest?"

Yu Niandao: "The remaining 2 million people, it is estimated that 2 million people cannot sign the contract. It is as if they produced the product, but the supermarket did not sell it to them."

Founder knows in seconds ...

Yu Niandao said: "The remaining hundreds of thousands of people can sign a contract, but the signing does not mean that they can be sold on the shelf. Even if they can start selling, there are even fewer. Others don't know. Many of the authors I know are on the market. Ca n’t stand it. So a little more, 200,000 people are on the shelves. Of these 200,000 people, there are more than 100,000 people, but they ca n’t sell much money after being on the shelves, just like me last year, nine hundred a month More than a thousand. Then there are tens of thousands of people who can earn thousands of dollars, thousands of people can earn tens of thousands of dollars per month, less than a thousand people earn 100,000 yuan, less than dozens of people or even less , Earn hundreds of thousands and more. "

After Fang Zheng listened, he lingered and said, "This ... the probability is too low."

Yu Niandao said: "Yes, the probability is too low. The output value created by the entire web literary circle each year may not have been created by a variety show ... So, the author of the web essay has little influence on the world. We do n’t pay too much attention to us, we are the kind of people who are often forgotten. "