Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

In the basement.

Xu Qing looked at the pile of messages on WeChat from Luo Qianyu, all boasting about their achievements.

He typed on the screen with one hand.

"If you're bored, memorize song lyrics."

"Why bother arguing with a bunch of online trolls?"

Luo Qianyu replied instantly.

"A dog bit my friend."

"Can't I even kick the dog?"

Xu Qing looked at the screen and ignored her.

He threw his phone into a moss-covered corner.

Continue staring at the computer screen.

The next morning.

The editorial department of Xingyao Chinese website was filled with jubilation.

"Warm Sunflower" directly topped the overall chart of the entire site thanks to its extremely domineering capital operation.

Nanfeng sat on a large leather sofa, receiving congratulations from his colleagues.

His WeChat notification sounds kept coming in.

It's all just crazy hype from various author groups.

"Nanfeng is awesome."

"This is the benchmark for the online literature industry."

Nanfeng laughed so hard her eyes disappeared.

But when he opened the author's backend data panel...

The smile froze completely on his face.

The new book has garnered tens of millions of clicks.

But the retention rate is less than one percent.

The reader retention curve showed a precipitous drop.

The comments section is full of the same few half-hearted clichés over and over again.

"The main character is so handsome."

"What the author wrote is so touching."

Even the punctuation marks are exactly the same.

They were all paid bots hired from the internet.

Real, living readers have long been driven away by those unrealistic storylines.

In stark contrast is the website "Zhongyan Literature Network".

The book review section for "There's a Small Shop by the Clouds" is still filled with one-star reviews.

The rating was crushed to below four points.

But every night...

There are always genuine readers whose souls have been touched by Liu Shisan who silently leave long reviews of over a thousand words in the comments section.

I'm thirty years old this year.

"Delivering takeout in Beijing."

"Liu Shisan did not look back when he left."

"I didn't look back when I left my hometown."

"I thought I could make something of myself."

"Right now, all I want is to go back and eat a bowl of my mom's hot noodle soup."

They write about their hometown.

He wrote about his life, which he had tried his best to achieve but still ended up living a mediocre life.

These long reviews were quickly deleted by online trolls.

Then it was relentlessly pushed up by other real readers who were also shedding tears.

Monday morning at 8:00 AM.

A renowned senior professor from the Department of Sociology at Peking University updated an article on his personal column.

The title is extremely eye-catching.

Liu Shisan's Dilemma: The Most Authentic Portrayal of a Small Town in the Last Decade.

In his article, the professor provided a detailed analysis of the novel "The Edge of the Clouds".

"The literary world has now been completely hollowed out by capital."

"They had the main character wear luxury goods to walk the runway in the countryside."

"They think they can buy the gratitude of the poor by throwing away some pocket money."

"This is the most ignorant arrogance towards life."

"Young people from small towns don't have the leisure to contemplate life."

"They've already used up all their energy just to avoid going hungry."

"Liu Shisan's mediocrity is a true reflection of the vast majority of people in this world."

The professor praised the author for using extremely restrained, descriptive techniques to vividly portray the struggles of young people from the lower classes.

He even listed "The Edge of the Clouds" as required reading for his elective sociology course this semester.

This column article was published.

Nanfeng immediately received a call from her agent.

He looked at the article that had quickly surpassed 100,000 views.

Enraged, he smashed the purple clay teapot on the table to pieces.

"Did this old guy take money?"

"What kind of small-town profile is a web novelist?!"

Nanfeng grabbed the phone and called the head of the online army.

"What are you all good for?!"

"I spent so much money."

"You can't even bring down a lousy book with your criticism?"

"Go and find out anything bad about that lousy professor!"

"You have to take 'Cloud Edge' down!"

The top management of Xingyao couldn't sit still any longer.

They spent millions to create this benchmark of realism.

We absolutely cannot be outdone by a poorly written novel serialized on a small website.

The director of Xingyao's copyright department directly called Lao Hei, the editor-in-chief of Zhongyan Literature Network.

"Old Black".

"Let's not beat around the bush."

"Close the book on emotions, 'The Edge of the Clouds'."

"Your website's channel recommendation slots for the second half of the year."

"All Star Glory items are included."

Old Hei let out a cold laugh on the other end of the phone.

"Do you think I'm a garbage collector?"

The other person's tone turned cold.

"Don't refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences."

"You've angered us."

"Sever all your traffic acquisition channels directly."

"I'll make sure your crappy website is completely down."

Old Hei put his legs up on the desk.

"Don't try to pressure me with channel recommendation slots."

Even if the End Literature Network goes bankrupt tomorrow.

"I will absolutely not remove books about emotions from the shelves."

"You Xingyao are willing to be dogs of capital."

That's your business.

"We only recognize good stories here."

"Go to hell."

Old Hei hung up the phone immediately.

The outside world was in an uproar.

In the basement of Jiangcheng's old town, all that could be heard was the sound of typing on a keyboard.

The system panel in my mind was flashing wildly.

【Ding. 】

[The torture value has exceeded one million.]

[The torture value has exceeded two million.]

[The data showed an unusual surge.]

The synthesized sounds from the system have all changed pitch.

Xu Qing didn't even glance at it.

He knew why.

Because it was the emotional resonance that countless real readers felt after reading sincerity amidst a screen full of malicious online trolls.

The more people suppress it.

The more readers find their own grievances and resentments in the book, the stronger they become.

Xu Qing's hands flew across the keyboard.

He wrote about the most desperate yet sweetest part of the whole book.

Liu Shisan was desperate in the big city.

Covered in wounds.

He received a call from Cheng Shuang.

The girl who had a terminal illness.

That girl who could die at any moment.

He laughed arrogantly and unrestrainedly on the other end of the phone.

"Liu Shisan".

"Don't die out there."

"If I survive, I'll be your girlfriend."

When Xu Qing typed those words.

The leaky pipe in the basement dripped.

Sweetness amidst despair.

All the negative comments from online trolls seem utterly pale and laughable at this moment.

Truly good stories don't need to buy trending topics.

All it takes is one line of dialogue that can move people to tears.

He clicked publish.

This is the current trending topic on Sina Weibo.

Because of the broadcast of the music variety show "The Voice of China" last night.

The hashtag "Who is Mingyue Qingfeng?" remains at the top of the trending searches.

Countless netizens and music fans are searching the entire internet for this musical genius who wrote "Our Love" and "Encounter".

Talent scouts from all major entertainment companies were mobilized.

Wang Jianguo of Xinghuang Entertainment even offered a blind signing deposit of tens of millions of yuan.

As long as the bright moon and gentle breeze are willing to show themselves.

The money was immediately deposited into his account.

Just when the entire internet was frantically searching for Mingyue Qingfeng.

It was exactly 12 noon.

The verified Weibo account with the username "Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze".

Suddenly updated my status with a new post.

This account has been registered for several years.

The introduction is simply stated in one sentence: "I wrote a few songs."

Aside from the birthday posts automatically published by the system.

Not even a single punctuation mark has been issued.

But today, for the first time ever, it came back to life.

All media outlets and fans who followed this account received the notification immediately.

Everyone was so excited their hands were shaking.

They thought this deity was finally going to make an appearance.

Or perhaps they're about to officially announce some major new album.

Countless people clicked on that post.

However, what came into view was not music.

I've been reading a book lately.

"The title is 'A Small Shop by the Clouds'."

"Well written."

The post ended with a direct link to read "There's a Small Shop by the Clouds" on the Zhongyan Literature website.

The moment this Weibo post was published.

The entire Weibo server froze for three seconds.

Luo Qianyu had just finished getting her hair done at the beauty salon.

She was scrolling through Weibo on her phone.

The moment I saw this post.

The bubble tea in her hand fell directly to the ground.

Milk tea was spilled all over the floor.

Hongjie screamed from the side.

"What are you doing!"

"This dress is haute couture!"

Luo Qianyu didn't hear what Sister Hong was shouting at all.

She widened her eyes.

He stared intently at the four characters "明月清风" (bright moon and gentle breeze) on his phone screen.

This guy's gone mad!

He actually used his own account, belonging to a music mogul worth tens of millions.

Go promote his book by that lousy writer who can't even get a perfect attendance award!

Within three minutes.

This Weibo post has received over 100,000 likes.

The comment section exploded.

"Holy crap, the master has come back to life!"

"Even the legendary Mingyue reads online novels!"

"Books recommended by experts are always reliable!"

Music critics across the internet were stunned.

They have just finished writing a 20,000-word music review.

I'm ready to praise the arrangement skills of "Our Love" from every angle.

It turns out the person in question was reading an online novel.

Music critics could only silently delete all the drafts.

I registered an account on the Endless Literature Network overnight.

They needed to finish reading "There's a Convenience Store on the Edge of the Clouds" as quickly as possible.

Then write a profound crossover piece that combines music and literature.

The terrifying appeal of the hidden king of the Chinese music scene was fully displayed at this moment.

Countless fans who never read novels flocked to the End Literature Network via the link.

The server at the end is directly rendered unusable.

The entire technical department staff worked shirtless in the computer room, frantically repairing the equipment.

"There's a Small Shop by the Clouds" garnered over eight million views within an hour.

The comments section is full of posts from fans of the celebrity.

Those online trolls who were still jumping around.

It was completely overwhelmed by this massive amount of real traffic.

Xingyao Chinese Website Headquarters.

Nanfeng slumped into the boss's chair.