It seems like Western Fantasy is really dead. Otherwise, how could it be so fast.
“Hello.” Fang Tian sent a message.
“Hello, I'm your editor, Ru Yan. This book can be signed. I'll send you the contract.”
“How is this book?” Fang Tian wanted to know what the editors thought of the book.
“The opening of this book isn’t very good, but it’s smooth. If you write it seriously… the first order should be able to reach 500!”
500 first orders?
Fang Tian looked at the number Ru Yan gave, his head spinning.
Are web novels in this world so awesome?
The masterpieces of the gods on Earth, only get this result?
“What’s the main problem?” Fang Tian asked.
“Actually, it’s mainly a matter of pacing. The current pacing is too slow, you have over six thousand words in the first chapter alone.”
I see.
Fang Tian was relieved.
Ru Yan on the other side of the network thought for a moment, she couldn’t discourage a newcomer so quickly, so she replied:
“It’s okay, the story is definitely a good story, I will try my best to arrange recommendations for you.”
She originally felt that the story of Purple River was good.
But in the mouths of the old editors, it wasn’t the same.
Now Ru Yan also wanted to see how good this Purple River book was.
“Okay.” Fang Tian felt a little relieved.
After all, Purple River could only be tested to see how far it could go.
By the time he finished dealing with all these things, it was already 11:30 am.
This morning, Cheng Yi and Zhang Ruoyun both had things to do outside.
Fang Tian simply ate a quick lunch and went back to his dorm to continue uploading.
In the afternoon, he uploaded another 15,000 words, a total of 6 chapters.
After finishing, Fang Tian looked at the data with interest.
55 clicks, 36 collections.
This click-to-collection ratio is not high.
There were also two comments in the review section.
The first one directly started spraying:
“My God, this pacing is too slow! Is Western Fantasy this dead now?”
The second one was more concise:
“Not bad, collected.”
Fang Tian rubbed his temples.
Damn it!!!
…
From April 3rd to 5th, was the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday.
Cheng Yi, Zhang Ruoyun, and Zhang Ruo Nan all went home.
In this world, he was an orphan, he didn’t have a grave to sweep for Tomb Sweeping Day.
Fang Tian flipped through his phone contacts.
As he looked at each phone number, the memories related to each person were activated.
“Hu Ge's number?”
“Wow! So this guy is my childhood friend?”
“Huh… Whose is this? Do I even have relatives in this world?”
According to the system’s information, he was supposed to be an orphan.
He saw the words “Zhang Yi” on his phone contacts.
In an instant, all information about Zhang Yi flooded his mind.
“System, is this what you mean by activating the character’s information?”
【Yes host, any form of connection can activate the character’s relevant information.】
“I understand!”
Fang Tian heard the system’s voice and finally understood.
He hesitated for a moment, and still called Zhang Yi at the orphanage.
He told her that he wouldn’t be going back for a few days.
The phone rang a few times, and was quickly picked up.
Over the sound of noise in the background, came a woman’s slightly tired voice,
“Little Tian, why are you calling at this time?”
This woman was the director of the orphanage.
All the kids as old as Fang Tian, called her Zhang Yi.
For so many years, Zhang Yi had kept the orphanage running by herself.
Although the city subsidized them, it was still not enough.
She sold fruit during the day, and did part-time work at night.
Sometimes, she picked up packages for courier companies, and also took some odd jobs, like sticking labels on bottles.
In recent years, the number of children in the orphanage had decreased.
Fang Tian and the others had grown up and started making money. Zhang Yi finally got some relief.
But Zhang Yi always thought about saving some money for the kids.
She thought that she had been working hard for a lifetime, and she didn’t mind working a few more years.
Fang Tian had also grown up in an orphanage on Earth.
Therefore, he still had feelings for Zhang Yi.
In the past, the original owner would transfer some money to Zhang Yi when he made money.
However, in the past few months, he had spent too much money on Liu Gao Cun, and slowly stopped doing so.
“Auntie, are you doing part-time work again?”
“No, I just came out for a walk, Xiaohui and the others are making too much noise, they won’t go to sleep.”
Fang Tian laughed and said:
“Didn’t I give you money last few months? I was actually saving up for a big one.”
Zhang Yi interrupted Fang Tian:
“Little rascal, do I need your money? Save it for yourself.”
“No! A professor saw that I had good grades and helped me plan. Now the money is coming in.”
“I got seven or eight thousand this month, and there will be more next month. I’ll transfer a few thousand to you first.”
Fang Tian didn’t say he made money selling songs.
Zhang Yi didn’t understand the entertainment industry, nor did she believe that a song could sell for hundreds of thousands.
He didn’t dare to say too much, saying too much would make Zhang Yi worry more.
So he only said that there would be seven or eight thousand this month, and there would be more next month.
“So much?”
Zhang Yi was surprised at first, and then immediately said: “I don’t need it, save it for yourself.”
Fang Tian immediately put on a serious face, his tone was unhappy:
“Listen to me on this, I’ll transfer 60,000 to you, and you must spend it all before I come back!”
“And don’t do part-time work anymore. If I find out you’re still doing part-time work, I’ll drop out of school!”
Zhang Yi’s eyes widened when she heard that he would drop out of school, “Pfft! Stop talking nonsense!”
Fang Tian pretended to be angry and said: “I’m going to school for a better life, but I earn money and you don’t spend it, then why am I still going to school?”
The other side was silent for two seconds, then Zhang Yi’s voice came again, “Little rascal, you’ve grown up! You have wings now and dare to threaten me?”
Fang Tian heard the sob in her voice, and sighed,
“Even if I’m bigger, I’m still your child.”
…
After hanging up the phone, Fang Tian transferred 60,000 yuan to Zhang Yi.
He deposited 240,000 into his Alipay account, and would transfer it to Zhang Yi for the next few months.
By April 5th, Purple River had been uploaded with over 50,000 words.
Everything would wait for the recommendation on April 7th.
In these days, he had finally figured it out—
He might have wronged the system!
Where The Wind Blows getting funding was good news, of course.
But if he was fully funded and controlled it, it would be the best!
After all, the income would be all his.
It would also be a favor to the other side.
Killing two birds with one stone!
If he used all the other side’s funds to shoot the TV series, it would naturally be subject to external interference.
If the other side stuffed an actor, and then messed up the plot.
Then it would be over!
To complete the blue task, Where The Wind Blows.
And to fully control it.
He had to fight for it!
…
After making up his mind, Fang Tian was full of energy.
Over 5 days, Purple River had uploaded a total of 290,000 words.
More than 30,000 words a day, topping the explosive update leaderboard.
And in these days, Purple River’s data also became unusually good.
On the first day, the collection increased by over 3,000.
On the second day, over 6,000.
On the third day, over 8,000.
On the fourth day, it was also over 8,000.
The fifth day was only halfway through, and the collection had already passed 6,000.
All this was because the story of Purple River was good enough.
And in these days, the Tieba and forum had never stopped discussing Purple River.
“Holy shit, is this even human?”
“5 days in a row, updating 30,000 words a day?”
“Even Lao Ge hasn’t been this strong, right?”
“Such a large update volume, is the plot bad?”
“Ha, not only is it not bad, it’s even getting better.”
“Yeah, the writing has gotten more refined.
“Brothers, you know the feeling of waking up every morning and being fed a full meal?”
“Wow, I know it too well!”
“Ever since I started reading Purple River, I’ve been feeling this way every day.”
“The plot is so good too, isn’t it annoying?”
“I heard Purple River has fans now, do you know what they call themselves?”
“What?”
“Purple Full hahaha.”
“Pfft… Purple Full.”
Fang Tian sat in front of his computer, looking at the forum posts.
His expression was somewhat dumbfounded.
Fang Tian didn’t expect the fans to call themselves Purple Full.
Just don’t call them Purple Potato Spirits.
That thing is like Thanos.
After 5 days of explosive updates, Purple River had already reached 30,000 collections.
Every collection was a Purple Full.
Beep beep beep beep.
The QQ notification sound on the computer rang.
Ru Yan: “Brother, are you there?”