Guide to Becoming a Tyrant in Online Novels

Meanwhile, the CEO of Miaowang, looking at the documents in his hand, said, "Reliable sources say that Baiwang has not yet signed a deep partnership agreement with Yaoguang. We need to find a way to contact them quickly."

Another person said, "The white net has hidden him very well; it's very difficult for us to find him."

The editor-in-chief of Miao.com suddenly said, "No need for that. We have his contact information ourselves. He has submitted articles to us before."

The CEO of Miaowang asked, "Submitting an article? Is that also breaking a taboo?"

The editor-in-chief of Miaowang nodded, not daring to continue.

The CEO of Miaowang didn't care about that and ordered, "Contact Yaoguang immediately, offer a high price, we must win back this runaway dark horse!"

Today was his day off, and Yaoguang was holed up in his dorm playing games. He lost three games in a row, which really annoyed him. During a team battle, a friend request suddenly popped up, with the note that the person was a senior editor at Miaowang.

He ignored it, swiped away, and continued playing.

When the crystal was pushed, the same friend request popped up again. He immediately exited the game, clicked "accept," and then asked the other person what they wanted.

The other party's tone was very respectful and their words were very professional, but Yao Guang could tell at a glance that the other party would not come to the temple without a reason, and that they knew that Po Ji Huo had come looking for someone to poach them.

He had already lost a game, and now someone was trying to reopen old wounds. He didn't give them any face at all. He downloaded Miaowang Assistant, logged into the backend, took a screenshot of the rejection record, sent it directly, and then blocked and deleted them.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh of relief, whistled twice, lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, and then told Lin Ke about it, meaning he was telling her the truth and that he would not leave Baiwang.

Lin Ke didn't reply, probably because he was busy and hadn't seen it. He didn't mind, got up, washed his face, chatted briefly with his fishing buddy Lao Liang, slung his fishing bag over his shoulder, and headed out fishing.

He didn't know that Lin Ke had seen his reply, but it wasn't just Lin Ke; the editor-in-chief and the chief editor had also seen it.

Lin Ke complained, "Even Miaowang rejected Squidward? How many times has Squidward been rejected?"

"That's not the point," the editor-in-chief said. "The point is, what exactly did he mean by posting that screenshot?"

Lin Ke said, "Maybe he's trying to tell us he won't leave. If he wanted to leave, there would be no need to say it."

The editor-in-chief pondered, "It might not be that simple. This person is a monster; his needs might not be so shallow. Besides... we seem to have given him a template before, which resulted in his rejection."

Lin Ke was taken aback: "No way? Then he..."

Yao Guang has repeatedly refreshed her understanding, from a diligent and honest author to a person with a temper, then a difficult monster, and now she has become a nuclear warhead that may explode at any time.

"Regardless of his intentions, the competition has already taken action. Miaowang has temporarily failed, but they won't give up, and other competitors won't be slow to act either. We can't guarantee that Yaoguang will refuse. But he's unwilling to form a deep partnership, so we can't push the contract forward..." The editor-in-chief paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, then stopped: "This matter has already exceeded our authority; the boss has to make the decision himself."

In the CEO's office at Miaowang.com, staring at the chat logs, the CEO's face was so grim it looked like it could drip water. Everyone stood to the side, not daring to move.

The CEO of Miaowang looked up at the editor-in-chief: "What exactly happened with the taboo rejection? What did you do to make them so angry?"

The editor-in-chief of Miaowang stammered, "I checked the records. He submitted it to our email address once and to the backend twice. We didn't get a reply to the email, and the colleague who did the initial review felt it didn't fit our platform's style, so we rejected it."

The entire office fell into a deathly silence once again.

"Is the word 'tone' a magic bullet?" The CEO of Miaowang broke the silence, barely containing his anger. "It's gone viral on Baiwang! Is Baiwang any better than us?! You threw away gold delivered to our doorstep without even looking at it, and you threw it away three times!"

He zoomed in on Yao Guang's screenshot, tapping the screen heavily with his finger: "Do you know why he specifically drew a circle? He's saying we're lazy! Indifferent! Rejecting designs using templates! Have you thought about what will happen if this gets out?!"

The editor-in-chief of Miao.com didn't dare to respond and remained silent with his head down.

The CEO of Miaowang pinched his brow: "Continue to send people to contact Yaoguang, and at the same time study the architecture of Poji, replicate its core, and create our own Poji. The editorial department, go back and seriously reflect on your work methods; make necessary adjustments and punish those who need to be punished!"

Other platforms obtained information about Baiwang and Miaowang from their respective channels, checked their backends to see if there were any submissions that violated the rules, and then took the same actions as Miaowang.

They astutely realized this wasn't just an ordinary treasure hunt, but a massive strategic opportunity. If they could acquire Yaoguang, they could not only capture the largest share of current trending topics but also simultaneously cripple Dianwang and Miaowang!

On the other side, Meng Guren Yaoguang was completely unaware of the undercurrents in the online novel circle; all he saw was the river and the fish.

He walked to the riverbank, where Lao Liang had already arrived and was enjoying the pleasures of being an air force veteran.

They met while fishing. Lao Liang was a local in his thirties. He got along well with Yao Guang while fishing and often went fishing together.

After casting their lines, they chatted about everyday things, and Yao Guang suddenly asked, "Old Liang, do you know anything about online novels?"

Old Liang was looking at the notifications about IP adaptations of his work on his phone, and the message in the author group where he was tagged "Master! Can you continue to predict what will happen next with Po Ji?" He paused after hearing Yao Guang's words, and asked curiously, "You also write web novels? Aren't you a security guard in a factory?"

"I write when I'm bored." Yao Guang was also curious and asked, "You too? Which website do you write on?"

Lao Liang said he was on Baiwang. Yao Guang said it was a coincidence, as he was also on Baiwang. He even asked Lao Liang what the book he wrote was called, saying he would go and study it.

"Can't even get a contract signed, what a loser. What about you?" Old Liang chuckled, putting his phone in his pocket, then suddenly shouted, "Hey! Hurry up and draw!"

Shake the rod quickly and lift it up. It has some weight to it; when you lift it up, it's an old black carp weighing about a pound.

He laughed as he took the hook: "Me too, damn it."

Old Liang swung his legs gently, smiling easily: "Recently, a monster has appeared on the Whitenet, causing quite a stir. What do you think?"

After pausing for a second while baiting the hook, he continued baiting, cast the line, and sat down to look at the float: "I didn't notice, I don't pay attention to these things."

The wind rippled the river, and the swaying light obscured the countless eyes watching him from beneath the water.

Those eyes, however, cannot see that they too are being stared at by a pair of giant eyes.

Everyone focused their attention on the mysterious author, but overlooked the monster that was about to grow up completely, and the terrifying ghost eyes that were about to open again.