Ever since Shen Qingrou moved in together, the little girl Shen Xingluo was very happy, and Fan Xiaobin was smiling every day because he finally lived in the big room he had dreamed of.
On this day, as soon as Chen Mo returned home, the little girl hurried over.
"Dad, the online writing platform sent me an invitation this morning to participate in the annual poetry culture festival organized by the Internet Literature Association. But where can I write poetry? I can only record the bedtime stories my father told me. "
"Poetry Culture Festival? Why is an online novel platform participating in this?"
Chen Mo was very confused. You must know that poetry culture is a very orthodox culture, embodying the literary talents of ancient and modern literati.
Although online novel authors can write many wonderful stories, there are too few that have anything to do with poetry.
Seeing the doubts on his father's face, Shen Xingluo's face was full of disappointment. His mother didn't know how to write any poems, and now his father was even more confused.
"Luoluo, do you really want to participate in this poetry and cultural festival?"
"Yes, Dad, I saw an author on the platform who specialized in writing these short sentences. They are very beautiful. I also want to write them, but I can't."
Chen Mo was even more surprised by his daughter's words. A poetry writer went to an online novel platform. What was he doing?
Then he took out his mobile phone and searched for the author the little girl mentioned. It turned out that the author whose pen name was Human Fireworks actually serialized a collection of personal poems on the platform.
This is outrageous. The platform actually approved the contract and also canceled the word count threshold for each chapter.
After thinking about it, he took Shen Xingluo's handheld computer and found his daughter's editor on Qiuqiu: "Mr. Han, the Luoluoshuo platform invited her to participate in the Poetry Culture Festival organized by the Internet Literature Association. I'm wondering what you think. ? You would actually invite a child less than five years old to write poetry. Also, what are we novel writers doing to touch porcelain poetry?"
Soon, Han Feng gave a reply. Luoluo, who listened to the story, is now the top master of the platform!
I saw him say: "Mr. Chen, this invitation is actually sent by our platform in bulk, and authors on all platforms can receive it. As for the platform's participation in the Poetry Culture Festival, don't we also have to move closer to literature! After all, online literature is also literature , there is a place for it!"
"I understand, but there is a very serious problem now. She wants to participate. What do you think we should do?"
At this time, the other party was silent, and after a long time, a long series of periods was sent.
About ten minutes later, Han Feng sent another message: "Mr. Chen, I just asked the editor-in-chief, and he said that Mr. Chen can write for Luoluo, as long as it is not plagiarized!"
"It's really just plagiarism!"
Of course, Chen Mo just said this in his heart.
After finishing the conversation with Han Feng, he looked at his daughter Shen Xingluo: "Luoluo, dad can help you, but you have to make a choice."
"Well, Dad, tell me. I'll hear what your choice is first."
Shen Xingluo vented his anger calmly this time, neither rushing to respond nor refusing.
Even Shen Qingrou, who was next to her, pricked up her ears. She also wanted to hear what kind of choice Chen Mo would give to her daughter and why he said it so solemnly.
Just listen to Chen Mo said: "If dad participates in this poetry cultural festival for you, then you need to clarify on the Internet in advance that the novels you write and the poems you write later in the cultural festival are not your own, but are carried for me. On the platform. Of course, you can also choose not to participate in the Poetry Culture Festival, and Dad doesn’t need you to clarify."
The reason why he gave his daughter such a choice was not because he wanted to be famous.
Just now, he suddenly realized that letting his daughter possess other people's achievements without any cost would be very detrimental to her future growth.
It's okay that he is the father now. That is what he is willing to do. What can he do later? What about someone else?
Shen Qingrou also understood Chen Mo's intention at this moment, and moved her eyes to her daughter Luoluo, hoping that her daughter could tell the answer she wanted in her heart.
Fortunately, Shen Xingluo did not disappoint the two of them. She simply said: "Then Luoluo will go and clarify it immediately. Sometimes the other authors on the platform are called Master Luoluo. I am also very embarrassed. After clarifying Luoluo, it becomes much easier." !”
Hearing their daughter's answer, Chen Mo and Shen Qingrou breathed a sigh of relief, as their daughter deserved.
Soon, Luoluo, who listens to stories, posted a clarification on the Zhubi online article platform: [Hello everyone, I am Luoluo, who listens to stories. Here I want to clarify one thing to everyone, which is that I published "Journey to the West" , "Buddha is the Tao" and "Desolation" are actually short bedtime stories my dad told me. I'm really sorry for hiding it from everyone for so long! 】
As soon as the news came out, the book fans were naturally the first to get upset.
They never expected that Luo Luo's story turned out to be plagiarism. Although it was plagiarism from his father's story, plagiarism was plagiarism.
As a result, many book fans began to curse in the news, and even cursed very unpleasantly.
Chen Mo naturally saw these comments, but he didn't do anything. He just looked at his daughter quietly, wanting to see how her daughter viewed such a price.
Unexpectedly, Shen Xingluo was very calm and even browsed through the words that cursed her.
Worried that his daughter had been hit too hard, he couldn't help but said: "Luoluo, don't scare mom and dad. If you feel wronged, just cry."
Shen Qingrou was also very worried and reached out to hold her daughter in her arms.
At this moment, Shen Xingluo chuckled: "Dad, Mom, Luo Luo is fine. What they said is right. Luo Luo did plagiarize her father's story."
"But they still scold you so harshly, are you okay?"
"Hmm~~~I don't know what some of the words mean, and I know some of the people who scold me, but it's okay if I don't accept it? Anyway, they don't know who I am, and they can't find out where I am."
As soon as these words came out, Chen Mo and Shen Qingrou were shocked by their daughter's strong heart.
You must know that even an adult may not be able to bear it when faced with such abuse, and may even do many extreme behaviors.
Under the fierce abuse from book fans, other authors on the platform also began to join in.
The tentacle monster god they have been calling for more than half a year turns out to be a plagiarism dog. They can also become tentacle monsters by copying stories. Updating tens of thousands of words a day is not like playing.
Many platform authors have even called on the platform to severely punish plagiarism dogs and remove all their works from the shelves.
As the editor-in-chief of Luoluo who listened to the story, Han Feng was also startled by the former's sudden hand. This matter was beyond the scope of what he could handle, so he quickly went to find the editor-in-chief.
After hearing this, Zhou Xuewen just smiled indifferently: "How big a deal is it? How can I promote you to editor-in-chief if you are like this, Xiao Han?"
"Ah? Mr. Zhou, how long has it been and you are still joking with me? Now I am mainly dealing with the matter of that little girl Luoluo, but do we really want to remove those three novels from the shelves?"
"Nonsense! Do you know how much profit those three novels brought us?"
Zhou Xuewen glared at Han Feng, and then continued: "Luoluo did deceive us at first, but didn't we all know Luoluo's identity later? Not only did we know, but the editors and senior management of the company also knew, so you know what to do How did you do it?"
(To be continued!)
