Login with GoogleBury the Whole Universe Alive - Chapter 2: Thousand Pointing Fingers
Thirteen-year-old Zuo Si had already had a lofty ideal. She felt deeply that she was shouldering an unprecedented burden, for the sake of love and peace, for the happiness of all mankind, she had to spread her voice to the whole world, so that everyone would hear her story, so that everyone would not get sick or injured, and march diligently and bravely into a new era!
All great men are lonely and solitary, Giordano Bruno who preached heliocentrism was burned to death, Franklin who chased lightning was struck by lightning, and Tesla who invented alternating current was scolded as a heretic by Edison - but time will prove everything!
Zuo Si consoled herself with this. Ignoring the zero-click, zero message, she continued to serialize her fairy tale with broken logic, fragmented language, and discontinuous plot, weeping silently every day in loneliness.
She felt that the world did not understand her. Why did no one understand her heart? If people read her stories, they would never get sick, never get hurt, and live happily ever after!
But it does not matter, because the difficulties are temporary. As long as a person has a firm belief, everything can be accomplished. Just like Nobel, who was blown up so many times, managed to make dynamite!
Zuo Si hung the portraits of scientists in her bedroom to encourage herself, and serialized her story in 300 words every day.
The story titled "New World" starts with "There was a beautiful princess a long, long time ago" and goes on to write about a series of passers-by such as magicians, frogs, peas, hamsters, mermaids, playing cards, braided girls, etc. All these passers-by have the characteristics of appearing and disappearing at any time, coming and going without a trace. They often appeared in the middle of the princess's story with their own background and disappeared suddenly with their own BGM, and the beautiful princess is thus wandering between various fairy tales, looking for her prince and evil dragon.
In the spirit of ambition, Zuo Si chooses to join the first domestic literary site at that time. How big the literary site is?
Simply put, there are at least a thousand new novels every day, and this site has been operating for thirty years, the total number of novels published there is simply uncountable.
In such a huge accumulation, new authors are difficult to become famous. Even if you really write a masterpiece, do not expect to be found before you have written 300,000 words. If the quality of the novel is generally and your update frequency is not high, basically you can only count on the readers randomly click in.
Zuo Si is a pure newcomer, she knows nothing about market research and style needs. She is particularly straightforward in the synopsis to write: read my story, and you won't get sick.
Then there was none! Only that on the synopsis!
No protagonist introduction, no background introduction, no story outline, nothing, just such a line of cult-like things. Even if by chance someone clicked in, the person would give a "hahaha" and then look at the total number of words - oh, lesser than 10,000 words - and then directly close the page.
In this way, Zuo Si's novel remained in a state where no one left comments and no one clicked until the novel's word count passed 50,000.
Fifty thousand is a meaningful number. Why say so?
Because it involves the issue of "signing a contract".
The literary site always replenishes new blood, constantly launch more types of novels and better novels to capture the increasingly discerning readers. In case that they would let go of any masterpiece, editors of the site need to manually review all novels that have reached 50,000 words. If the editor thinks it good, the editors will invite the author to sign a contract; if the editor thinks there is potential, the editor will suggest the author modify the text; if the editor thinks it pure garbage, the editor will just ignore it.
Editors are very dedicated to their duties, such as Fritillaria, the editor who happens to be reviewing Zuo Si's novel.
Fritillaria has been on the job for three years, and is considered to be half a veteran editor. She is very sensitive to the market, and is often able to pick out promising articles from the high mountains and deep seas of trash, and has single-handedly recommended more than a dozen god-class authors. She received a notification from the background that a new novel has reached 50,000 words, so she clicked in. Once she saw the synopsis, she was speechless.
Read my story, and you won't get sick.
What does this mean?
Fritillaria then took a look at the zero-click and silently laughed, thinking that this was another geek who wanted to take a chance, or did he want to promote a cult online?
In the spirit of professionalism, Fritillaria clicked in and opened the first chapter.
A long time ago, there was a beautiful princess. She was really beautiful, she had two beautiful big eyes, a beautiful nose, a beautiful mouth, two beautiful ears, beautiful long hair, wearing beautiful clothes, laughing like a silver bell.
Fritillaria felt like she didn't even know the word "beautiful" anymore.
She frowned and continued to read on.
One day the princess grew up and the king said to her, "My beautiful daughter, you are ten years old, but there is no prince to marry you and no dragon to snatch you. I can't afford you anymore, you will find a prince or dragon to raise you, mua."
The princess said, okay father, I will go. Love you, mua.
The king said, "Remember to put on your beautiful crystal shoes."
The princess said, "Yes, Father."
The corners of Fritillaria's mouth were drawn. What fuck is this? In view of her professionalism, she still decided to read three chapters as usual.
After reading the three chapters, Fritillaria no longer knew what expression to make.
There are only two kinds of punctuation in the whole text, comma and period. Except for a period at the end of a paragraph, but all the others are commas. The whole novel can only be described in one sentence.
What the hell?
The last sentence is still the princess, the next sentence will turn into a rabbit; before the prince finished his words, the mermaid appeared and washed away the prince with a tsunami; the seven dwarfs ate the poisoned apple and grew taller, living happily together with Snow White…
Fritillaria is almost brainwashed by the bizarre logic in this novel, and I finally managed to come up with a comment: imaginative.
And then?
No more.
If she recommends this novel, her reputation is going to be ruined.
Fritillaria closed the novel page and went on to read the next one.
The next day, Fritillaria was hospitalized with pneumonia due to the rain. She was half lying in bed, watching the saline drip down slowly, and for some reason, she strangely thought, "Then the mermaid cried, and her tears turned into poison, killing the princess of a neighboring country." She couldn't help but sigh.
I must have been working too hard, still thinking about that strange novel yesterday. She also sent the link to her colleagues to let them enjoy the strange novel together. Now she wondered what did they feel when they read the novel.
Ten minutes later, Fritillaria saw her colleague, White Clothes, being sent to the bed next to her.
Fritillaria was shocked.
White Clothes was also shocked.
"You're sick?!"
"You're sick too?!"
"I had a fever after getting wet, and I was sent here with pneumonia."
"I ate a meal of cold noodles, had diarrhea, and diagnosed bacterial dysentery."
"… Comrades in arms!!!"
"Yuck."
"Didn't you claim to be invulnerable to all diseases? How a meal of cold noodles put you down?"
"You also claimed that you didn't even get a cold in three years, and now pneumonia?"
The two looked at each other. Fritillaria suddenly laughed, "Speaking of this, I think of that novel claiming 'never get sick if you read me'."
"Please stop. I don't want to remember it."
"By the way, the author's update frequency is very stable - three hundred words a day! She may update again today. Let me search it. Maybe you'll be fine after reading it - hahaha."
"Pooh."
Fritillaria ignored the bah of White Clothes, took the phone, and began to search. Sure enough, "New World" has been updated. She looked at it, still the familiar style with broken statements, so she threw the phone to White Clothes.
White Clothes swept a glance and gave a laugh.
"Okay, okay, I guess it's just an elementary school student. With this imagination, maybe one day the author will get famous. Maybe."
Fritillaria said with a straight face, "That's not necessarily true. Maybe if you read her novel, you truly won't get sick, so she will get famous whatever she writes."
"Bullshit." White Clothes closed her eyes and rested.
Half an hour later, Fritillaria raised her hand and touched her forehead in surprise, sat up again and took several deep breaths, got out of bed and jumped a few times, then shook White Clothes awake in hurry.
White Clothes looked at Fritillaria with her dead-fish-like eyes. After a while, she touched her forehead and sat up with the same shocked expression in full spirit.
"My stomach doesn't feel bad at all anymore."
"I'm cured too."
"Never get sick?"
"… I'll call the doctor."
Fritillaria rang the bell to call the doctor.
The doctor was amazed at this rapid recovery and pulled Fritillaria to take another X-ray, which showed complete health and no signs of inflammation. The doctor exclaimed that he saw a miracle! He then took Fritillaria's treatment plan and went to study it.
Fritillaria and White Clothes slipped out of the hospital. The two of them didn't speak on the way and walked to a crossroads. White Clothes suddenly said, "I remember that Xiao Jian had a cold."
Fritillaria, "I gave him the link yesterday."
"Let's go see Xiao Jian?"
"Yes."
Fritillaria and White Clothes went straight to the home of Xiao Jian. And when they saw a fully recovered Xiao Jian, the two of them looked at each other meaningfully.
"We're rich."
"Right."
"The new godfather."
"Right."
"Sign it?"
"Must."
"And the recommendation?"
"Try small picture recommendation first."
Xiao Jian looked at the two in confusion, "What are you two talking about?"
"We're talking about a super good author that will soon rise."
"Super God."
"Yes, super God."
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Jian directly closed the door to block the two outside, back to the computer to continue to knock words, "If you agree to this contract, I will send the contract to your home, Miss April, is that OK?"
The words in the dialog box came out in a flash.
"No problem. I'm not writing for money. It's for the happiness of all mankind!"
Xiao Jian was so moved that he cried.
What a great writer! The world needs people like this! She even gives up the revenue share. Then this money will be his. How could there be a better author than her?!
April is a good author, using her superpower to benefit the world. April is my favorite author!
A week later, April's "New World" was recommended on the homepage of the website. Although it was only a small picture, it was a recommendation that many authors could only dream of, and it was not a dream to increase the collection by 10,000 per day.
On this day, countless people were shocked by the synopsis and content of New World, and they left messages in the message section.
What the fuck? Why do you recommend this shit?
Shit! Is it even readable?
Negative Rating! Fuck you, cheater!
The author must be an elementary school student. Identified.
The author is a fool.
The author must use shameless means. I will report this.
A million negative ratings without explanation.
…
In this way, "New World" becomes famous. Countless people told their friends and relatives to spread this shit. Everyone came to the comment area to scold the author and editor-in-charge. There are even other authors who brought fans to scold this novel, criticizing the "shameless behavior" of the "editor-in-charge".
