Quan Jin:???

What the hell?

Plagiarism?

Shu Quanjin was a little confused and asked: 'What the hell is plagiarism?'

‘Plagiarism means you steal someone else’s work and replace it with your own work to make money. This is plagiarism.’ Qingfeng answered.

Quan Jin: 'Who copied mine?'

Seeing such a reasonable question.

Qingfeng was embarrassed for a moment, then mustered up the courage to type out a line of words: 'No, someone is suing you for plagiarism and slander.'

Quan Jin:......

She didn't do anything evil, right?

Before Quan Jin could ask what was going on, Qingfeng replied: 'The other party published the book on the same day as you, and the scary thing is...'

'Her book is not a copy and paste of yours.'

‘It is a plot that integrates the story, which is referred to as advanced plagiarism.’

There are two types of plagiarism.

One is a simple copy and paste, and all the plots and descriptions are exactly the same as Quan Jin's book.

There is another type, which is advanced plagiarism.

Just write your story in her way of expression.

‘Speak clearly.’ Quan Jin.

Qingfeng knew that Quan Jin was a newcomer, so he explained a lot: 'Nowadays, books contain millions of words, and sometimes thoughts collide.'

'Like the heroine in your book, she is reborn as your majesty.'

'If that person's heroine is also called Your Majesty when she is reborn, this can only be said to be a conflict of ideas.'

'But in just 30,000 words, it is reborn again, with the title Your Majesty, anorexia, and the weapons used are also playing cards. This is high-level plagiarism.'

'This matter is serious.'

'My king, I believe in you, but others do not believe in you.'

Quan Jin’s book is now number one in the rankings.

There are too many people who are jealous and envious of her, and now the entire website is full of dirty information about Quan Jin.

Quan Jin typed on the keyboard and asked: 'Who is the person who accused me of plagiarism?'

Ding dong.

Qingfeng quickly responded with a message: 'The color of ink is warm!'

Mo? Nuan?

It sounds so much like Mo Qingtian, just for An Yunnuan...

Quan Jin: My head hurts.

‘My king.’ Qingfeng continued to send messages.

'Go and understand the situation first, calm the readers' emotions, and then we will discuss how to solve it.'

Quan Jin: ‘Yeah.’

After replying this word, Quan Jin clicked on the author backend.

Once logged in, enter the book review area...

I found that her readers and the readers who were ink and warm were in a heated relationship.

Quan Jin scanned these comments.

My King Reader: ‘I believe her.’

'Yes, it is impossible for my king to plagiarize.'

'Fuck you, it's clearly plagiarized by Mo Se Weinuan. How could we, the king, plagiarize it!'

'Plagiarism dogs are shameless. They steal other people's achievements and hard work to make their own money. I wish the plagiarism dogs will be killed!'

Readers of Mo Sewei Nuan saw these scoldings.

They all started to fight back:

'Ha! This book by Nuan Da has been prepared for three months.'

'Have I, the king, copied it myself? Don't you have any clues in your heart?'

'We, Nuanda, have saved your comments and are contacting lawyers. You have been involved in slander and insult! Just wait to pay compensation!'

Plagiarism.

For a writer with good grades, it is something that must be experienced.

It is also the most hated and most powerless thing.

If Quan Jin doesn't prove that she is wronged, many readers will hate her to death.

"Ding dong!" the sound.

There is an unknown number and I suddenly requested to add Quan as a friend.

Quan Jin clicked through.

The other party: 'Is my king great?'

Quan Jin: ‘It’s me.’

The other party blamed himself and typed a few lines in panic:
Chapter completed!