Although it was already past two in the morning, after eating beef noodles, Li Yan felt the fullness of her rejuvenation and gradually collapsed on the sofa peacefully.

Lin Shanpu brought a small whiteboard, put a few large handwritten copywriting on it with magnetic force, and then explained it seriously.

"cough!"

“These are the data I collected when I was determined to write books.”

"The Wild Dog Teachers know a lot of content, but let me summarize it."

"For a long time, Wild Dog Teachers have published works on Qihang Chinese.com."

"As the oldest and most famous literary website in the industry, Qihang Chinese has the widest compatibility. No matter what type of work is written, as long as it is written interestingly, you will have the opportunity to become famous."

"Most of the most top authors in the industry are from Qihang Chinese."

"The disadvantage is that the competition is fierce, the signing threshold is high, and you need to write more than 200,000 words to charge. The contract is mainly divided. The income of non-popular works is limited. Although there is a minimum living allowance of 1,500 yuan per month, it needs to be stable and 4,000 words per day to get it. No matter how you look at the Wild Dog teacher, it is impossible to do it."

"But you have no other choice. Your works rely heavily on inspiration, have a large span of genres, and have certain requirements for readers' reading experience, so it is difficult to survive on other platforms."

"Do you have to die on the sailing? Are you having any objections to this?"

"No." Li Yan sighed, "Although Shihang does not have the monopoly position ten years ago, it is still a holy place for all writers to prove. Moreover, other platforms are now focusing on making quick money, and I cannot do it if there is a large amount of updates to support it."

"good!"

Lin Shanpu turned the page proudly.

"The following is the data I used to pick up with crawlers. Wild Dog teacher, please feel it."

"In the past month, Qihang Chinese has published a total of 27,856 new books."

"2,674 of them were selected by the editor and successfully signed the contract."

“The signing rate is about 9.6%.

"This is the first step in his career as a writer, and the Wild Dog teacher easily passed the first work."

"But never reached the second step - the charge for listing."

"The charge for listing the work means that the work has enough length and stable readers can make a living."

"It's a pity that most of the signed authors are like teachers from Wild Dogs, and they never lasted until this day in their lifetime."

"Of all signed works, only 37.5% of them have truly been put on the shelves."

"But please note that this is only the second step."

"Most works on the shelves often have only a few hundred or thousands of monthly income under the premise of updating 4,000+ words per day."

"To become a professional writer, you need at least 3,000 readers who are willing to pay to subscribe to your work."

"Only 3,000 yuan is set, and the monthly income exceeds 10,000 yuan can you become a professional writer."

"Only works that meet this level can you receive the [Boutique Works] medal awarded by the website."

"Of all novels listed, only 5.7% have reached this level."

"But even if you have [high-quality works], you are still not a professional writer."

"Of those writers who have written [Best Works], the next book still reaches this level is less than 12%.

"Suppose this group of people can be called professional writers in the end."

"Then after rough calculations, the probability of an ordinary creator becoming a professional writer is..."

Lin Shanpu used a carbon pen to write a horrifying number on the whiteboard—

【0.024%.】

Seeing Lin Shanpu's inference so seriously, Li Yan gradually became serious, and his elbows were placed on the coffee table, holding his palms unconsciously: "It's close, but it's still an order of magnitude different from my judgment. Among all those who have published novels, they can really write for a long time, but only 0.001%.

"Choose one from one hundred thousand miles?" Lin Shanpu asked, "What are your criteria?"

"It can guarantee an annual income of more than 200,000 yuan for 15 years."

Lin Shanpu couldn't help but frown and swear: "Is it necessary to be so tall?"

"Stop making trouble, your starting salary will be higher than this in the future." Li Yan raised his hand and cried out, "Without three insurances and one fund, who can guarantee that he will retire until he retires? Can you imagine that he is unemployed at the age of 40? Can you feel the despair of a middle-aged man who is useless except writing skills?"

He said and pointed to the whiteboard again: "This kind of data is meaningless. A real professional writer needs to calculate it in a lifetime. Even if a person maintains an income of more than 200,000 yuan in 15 years, he still has the risk of being eliminated at any time. This is a gambling, a gambling with a lifetime bet and an outrageously low return expectations."

"Yes... may..." Lin Shanpu said anxiously, "Even if it is less than 200,000, you can be happy."

"Happiness? Have you never investigated those outdated professional writers? After exhausted talents and was eliminated by the market, their income fell sharply, and the monthly royalties were difficult to guarantee even two or three thousand." Li Yan stared at Lin Shanpu, shook his head slowly and said, "Thank you for your planning, but I think rationally, is it really worth the bet?"

Lin Shanpu clenched his fists secretly and said, "Li Yan, you are so realistic that people want to scratch the wall. But the author of Wild Dog is so outstanding that people want to make beef noodles for him..."

"Ah, haha." Li Yan couldn't help but scratch his head and waved his hand, "This, it's getting late..."

"No, it's not the time." Lin Shanpu suddenly narrowed his eyes, "There are flaws in your argument."

"oh?"

"Gambling will not only lose." Lin Shanpu raised his hand and finally appeared-

【Number of great authors: 175】

【Average annual income: 630,000】

【Number of Platinum Authors: 32】

【Average annual income: 5.1 million】

【Top five authors in the industry】

[Average annual income: 67 million.]

Li Yan slowly opened his mouth wide.

The brain began to get numb.

Oh!

Lin Shanpu remakes it on it.

"Teacher Wild Dog, have you ever thought you would win?"

A majestic momentum came to his face, and Li Yan sat down in shock.

“Where did this data come from?”

"Although I haven't even signed the contract, I did my homework early on." Lin Shanpu grabbed the final chapter and forced Li Yan step by step, "This is not a bet. If you bet, I can at least sign the contract once. You can't be attracted by the editor every time. The facts have proved that the Wild Dog is a dead eunuch with full-time strength! Try reading this one! Just once! Starting from the short essay contest, I will write a long article seriously after winning the award. Is it okay to give up if I can't get it?"

Looking at Lin Shanpu who was so close that he wanted to stare at him to death.

Li Yan lost his way out again.

"Several places," he asked.

"Five!" Lin Shanpu followed him with a domineering head, "It's just decided - participate in the short essay contest of Qihang Chinese.com, challenge the next goal if you win the prize, and close the pen if you fail. I will never bother you again, and you are not allowed to refute!"

Without waiting for Li Yan to reply, Lin Shanpu forced himself up fiercely: "If you dare to refute, you will broadcast the whole school that you are a wild dog, and you also said... you are a cockroach nest, so that even Liu Jianbiao will not play with you."

Li Yan, who was forced to the corner of the sofa, looked even more ferocious.

Damn it.

If I don’t work hard, you don’t know how weak I am!

"I got it, bad woman." Li Yan cursed.

"!"

Li Yan pushed Lin Shanpu away and sat upright.

A hateful bad woman makes her feel like she has to die once before she will be willing to be willing.

Working hard for your dreams is not only a mess, but also stupid and not cool at all.

but……

Li Yan rubbed his forehead and looked at Lin Shanpu who had never given up. After all, he was defeated.

"I will do my best to let you see my upper limit and also put an end to the wild dogs."

Then, he leaned back on the back of the sofa like a throwing pot.

"Huh..." Lin Shanpu looked like he was revenge, and softly picked up the small whiteboard and jumped towards the door, "Then you pass the document to me immediately. The essay writing period is coming, and it will be published before dawn."

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work."
Chapter completed!