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Volume 1 Text ¡¾104¡¿Lost Dignity

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    By September, I was completely different.  Because I have already finished what I wanted to write and exceeded the task limit.  This is the first time in my life that I have completed two books in a row, although the completion of my last work related to nightmares is a bit weird In short, I feel that I have the third spring in my life, and I can almost win a new one.  Nickname: Niu Quanben!  During this period, many small episodes occurred, such as some things that I wanted to write were not written, and some things that I did not plan to write were written.  I used to think these were all regrets, but later I realized that life becomes beautiful because of regrets.  Just like a love affair in our youthful years, there are some love words that we want to say, which have been brewing in our hearts for thousands of times but have never been spoken out.  And there were some unplanned words that I had never thought of saying, but I couldn't control myself and said them out.  Looking back on it many years ago, we will face it with a smile, because this is love.  ??For me, writing a book and falling in love are the same thing.  Those eunuchs¡¯ works are all about love that ends in nothing.  Those completed works are all love affairs that have a beginning and an end.  ¡°Whether it¡¯s a eunuch or a complete novel, I have loved them all with all my heart.  I went to show off to my friend Lao M. He once predicted that I would be a eunuch if I could only write 150,000 words on this subject.  I had to prove to him that I was no longer the same person.  Faced with my showing off, Old M said something inexplicable: "I'm a little envious of you." I said: "Envy that I wrote what I wanted to write? You can also write what you want to write." He said: "  No, I just envy you for writing with more dignity than me." I fell silent. His words touched on a very heavy topic and a very distorted current situation.  "Old M is a boring person. He has written many books. The subscription is not bad. The only thing that is ugly is the data.  He has very few book recommendations and very few monthly tickets because he is not good at canvassing votes.  Later, many people gave him advice, asking him to learn to make trouble, learn to be sensational, and learn to work hard.  At first, this guy was quite naughty, and he would blush and be embarrassed if he asked for votes. Later, he became more and more familiar with it, and he could roll 360 degrees in the ice and snow anytime and anywhere to ask for votes.  He learned to write single chapters to ask for votes when nothing happened, he learned to ask for one vote for a cold, two votes for cervical pain, and even learned to ask for comfort and three votes for breaking up with a girl Later, he got more and more votes, but  He became increasingly unhappy.  I can probably understand his mood. When a person¡¯s love for words is transformed into professional word marketing, it is indeed difficult to find happiness.  And what he did also brought about a negative consequence.  Many people are discussing why online writers have always been looked down upon.  Some people say that the cultural level of this group is low, some people say that this group has low literary accomplishment, and some people make more bizarre remarks.  I think the fundamental problem is not here. The fundamental problem is that the writer himself has not positioned himself correctly.  Those who stand at the top of the pyramid have never stood up and called on everyone what to do.  Even if you are a seller of words, it stands to reason that one is willing to sell and the other is willing to buy. Internet writers should not be inferior to others.  But this is not the case. Readers can be seen shouting at the author everywhere.  Over time, online writing has become one of the most undignified professions in China.  No matter who you are, whether you are a shit picker or a toilet cleaner, as long as you are unhappy, you can insult an Internet writer at will.  Even migrant workers have holidays, but Internet writers don¡¯t. If you don¡¯t believe me, why don¡¯t you try asking writers to have a weekend off?  Wanting to gain a foothold in this industry means constantly updating 365 days a year, and even asking for leave on the first day of the new year will be scolded.  The most miserable and inhumane experience I have ever experienced was once when I wrote an online game. There was a lot of data in it, but the pirated website did not display Arabic numerals. So a large number of readers read the pirated version and asked why the numbers were not displayed?  I was confused at the time. The pirated website was not run by my family. How could I know why the number was not displayed?  That was the first time I realized that the mistakes made by piracy actually had to be paid for by genuine copies. The online literature industry in this country is such nonsense.  I didn¡¯t understand why this happened before, but later I found out the truth from a child.  That is the child of an old friend of mine, a fifteen-year-old junior high school student.  That day, I saw this kid lying in front of his laptop, reading a novel, smiling lustfully, so I leaned over and took a look.  The reason the child laughed was not because of the novel itself, but because of the book review. He posted a book review that I thought was completely unreasonable, but received an enthusiastic reply from the author.    I was surprised and asked him: "Is this author your classmate?" He coaxed: "No, but I am the helmsman of this book!" I took a closer look at the data in the book and suddenly understood  .  That should be a newcomer¡¯s work, and that kid is the only helmsman of that book, and fans are the number one value.  Because of this, every book review by that kid carries a lot of weight.  It¡¯s hard for you to imagine that a boss with a hundred dollars can override the dignity of a writer.  I think about it from the perspective of someone who has experienced it. In fact, the writer does not lack a hundred dollars, what he lacks is just a sense of recognition.  For such a sense of identity, he did not hesitate to put aside his dignity in exchange for more sense of identity.  But he certainly didn¡¯t expect that the person who gave him this sense of identity was a little kid with no hair at all.  A writer who is no less than 25 years old is being ordered around by a 15-year-old child. This is simply an unacceptable reality.  I couldn¡¯t help but ask the child: ¡°Who do these authors look like to you?¡± His answer was vague, but I understood the meaning.  It turns out that in the eyes of these junior high school children, Internet writers are people who kneel down and beg for alms all day long.  In the next few days, I felt very sad.  Writer, this should be a dignified profession, but it has become undignified inexplicably.  ¡¤
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