I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

last night:

Pei Zhixing didn't explain much to the operations officer beside him. He went directly to the control panel and dialed an encrypted video call with Zhao Hongbo, the operations manager of Yuntu Literature.

A few seconds later, the holographic projection unfolded.

Zhao Hongbo sat in the study wearing dark pajamas, rubbing his temples.

"Zhixing? What's going on so late? Weiguang released that book 'To Live' today, which has siphoned off a lot of our Cloud Atlas's daily active users. The board of directors wants me to submit a response plan tomorrow."

Pei Zhixing gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Mr. Zhao, the author of 'To Live,' Yu Huashi, is actually named Yu Wen."

Who is Yu Wen?

Zhao Hongbo frowned slightly.

"A few months ago, YunTu promoted that best-selling book across all channels, which brought me 30 million yuan in revenue."

Pei Zhixing forced himself to explain:

"They used his outline and drafts to feed the Cloud Atlas mainframe into the system. At the time, in order to prevent future troubles, the legal department countersued him for plagiarism, using some underhanded tactics, and ultimately won the case, awarding him three million in damages for breach of contract."

The study fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Hongbo suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp.

"What did you say?! The god-like author who wrote 'To Live' is the lowly loser whose work was plagiarized by your Xinghui?!"

"Yes, and just now, Weiguang Literature directly used their corporate account to pay off the three million for him, so he is now free."

Zhao Hongbo slammed his hand on the desk.

"Pei Zhixing! If Weiguang just uses him to expose this mess from back then and the shady story of plagiarism tomorrow, hundreds of millions of readers across the internet will tear down Yuntu's building!"

"Mr. Zhao, please calm down. If he opens his mouth, it won't just be me who gets ruined."

Pei Zhixing quickly brought up the issue of tying interests together.

"The copyright operation of that hit book is now entirely in the hands of Cloud Atlas. The holographic comic adaptation has already started. If Weiguang uses this public opinion to force a judicial reinvestigation and confirms Cloud Atlas's main brain's crime of 'devouring human manuscripts and plagiarizing manuscripts,' coupled with the boycott and fraud lawsuits from readers across the internet, it will be a hole that even 1 billion yuan cannot fill."

Zhao Hongbo's face darkened.

His businessman's instincts kicked in, and he quickly suppressed his anger and began to assess the losses.

"Since you've made this call, it means you've already thought of a way to break this deadlock?"

"Yes, the book is a good book... but that doesn't mean that Yu Wen wrote it himself."

Pei Zhixing's eyes were cold as he clearly laid out his newly formed plan:

"Mr. Zhao, a disabled man in his early twenties who grew up in the lower city eating synthetic starch, where did he get the experience to write such realistic details about the lives of the previous generation of farmers? No genius in this world can conjure up that earthy, earthy mark of the times out of thin air! We won't criticize the book; on the contrary, we should lead the way in elevating it to a pedestal. The higher it's elevated, the less it seems like something a young man from the slums could have written!"

Zhao Hongbo's gaze sharpened, and he instantly grasped the key point.

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On the Federation's largest holographic social network, "StarNet," an unprecedented public opinion storm was ignited.

The official forum of Weiguang Literature, the comment sections of major literary influencers, and even the local network of the Xiacheng District Relief Station were all completely flooded with dense barrages and messages.

The public relations department and online trolls of Yuntu Literature have demonstrated an extremely alarming level of professionalism.

They never uttered a single word about how bad the book "To Live" was; instead, they took the lead in elevating it to a pedestal in various online forums.

Their core rhetoric is remarkably consistent: "To Live" is a masterpiece of the old era, but its author, Yu Huashi, is a shameless thief!

At first, the die-hard fans, who had just been heartbroken by the book, were full of confidence and launched a fierce counterattack in various forums.

[Millions of people across the internet watched Teacher Yu type this all by hand last night! Every single word was typed right in front of us! Even the punctuation mistakes were corrected in real time, how could this be fake?]

[Teacher Yu's hands were shaking when she typed! The sadness was almost overflowing from the screen, tears were streaming down her face, and you're telling me it's plagiarized?! Can machines and liars really copy this kind of emotion?!]

But soon, the YunTu platform's long-planned high-level online army entered the fray.

Instead of engaging in verbal sparring, they unleashed a deadly "detailed attack."

A popular influencer with millions of followers, who claims to be a "historical research expert of the old generation," posted a technical post that was over a thousand words long, and it was instantly pushed to the top of the trending searches across the entire internet by paid trolls.

Peeling back the layers of Yu Huashi: Even a genius's imagination can't weave details that resonate with the earthy smell of soil.

[I don't deny that last night's live broadcast was shocking, but can everyone please use their brains? Could a twenty-year-old really fabricate such incredibly terrifying and realistic details in "To Live" using only their "imagination"?]

[Look at the description in the book! The detail of that routed army scrambling for flatbread in the freezing snow when the protagonist was conscripted;]

[Describe how, during a famine, people boiled tree bark into a paste, and the resulting physiological reactions of bloating and pain in their stomachs after eating it;]

[And then there's the way the main character shouts "Erxi, Youqing, don't be lazy!" while herding the cattle, with that extremely professional tone of command towards the animals...]

[I ask you, what does a disabled young man born in Slum 7, raised on synthetic starch, who has never even seen the real sun or a live cow, know about the old-fashioned farming methods?]

Does he even know what real, chaotic warfare is?

This profound sense of history, weathered by the loess soil and the passage of time, is something that could never be written without firsthand experience of that era or extremely detailed firsthand accounts from the older generation!

[It's like someone who's never been to a grave could never accurately describe the color of the soil from a Luoyang shovel and the feng shui layout of the Kunlun Mountains!]

[His typing last night wasn't creative work at all; it was manual typing of a rare, old-fashioned book!]

This post was like a nuclear bomb dropped into the fan camp.

This method is incredibly convincing.

Because there have indeed been similar events that caused a great sensation in history.

Before the Great Cataclysm, a strange book describing tomb raiding and feng shui secrets became a hit. At the time, the whole internet questioned whether the author had actually raided tombs or whether it was a fragment passed down from his family's elders, because the slang, geography, and customs in it were so realistic that it was impossible for someone of that age to have made it up.

Now, the online trolls of Cloud Atlas have perfectly replicated this logic, turning the amazing realism in "To Live" into a sharp blade aimed at the author.

Many casual fans who were initially cheering suddenly hesitated.

To be fair... the original poster's analysis makes some sense. The gap between someone in their twenties, living in a slum, using synthetic starch... and the experience of an old-fashioned farmer is too large.

My grandfather studies the history of the old generation. He said that some of the colloquialisms and folk customs in the book have long been extinct in the federal lexicon, and even AI can't recognize them. How could someone from the lower city possibly know them?